Private A Sort of Absolute Primogeniture

[Riven]

Tags - Quinn Varanin

Her attention was brought back to meet Quinn's gaze as those tender fingers brushed against her soft pale skin. The touch made her blush more deeply as she regarded the Princess with a half-lidded stare of comfort and something akin to desire. The elf was typically hard to read with her emotions but it seemed at least that it was something like that.

While the thoughts of station and position ran through Quinn's mind, the only ones running through the assassin's were how nice this all felt to her, how relaxed it made her. To see someone regarding her with such attention, interest, and care truly melted her heart. The corner of her lip rose in a slight smile at the fact it was now the Princess telling her not to apologize instead.

As their faces drew closer she let out a gentle shuddering sigh, the anxiety was building within her just a little as she pondered on Quinn's intent; all of the answers she came to flustered her.

"Thank you for listening to the whinings of royalty…"

"It-... It's fine..." commented the elf nervously, just before that hand gently held her chin and the Princess leaned in... The kiss was unexpected, Riven closing her eyes as she felt those painted tiers upon her own as a gentle and soft sigh escaped her. "Mm-..." came the sound of her voice, and just as soon as the kiss was given she felt its absence keenly. So much so that her head did tilt forward when Quinn pulled away, her eyes still closed and her lips wanting for more.

It was only when she realized that she had done so that she opened her eyes in a brief look of rising panic. Had she extended too far? Was it just meant to be some sort of chaste and friendly kiss? The thumb against her delicate bottom lip told her it was intentional, that it was for something more, and the thoughts alone continued to fluster her. "Th-... Thank you..." she managed as her crimson eyes locked onto Quinn's, and seeing how the Princess seemed to wait for her... She hesitantly leaned forward just a little as if she was uncertain if it was appropriate or not.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Riven //:

Quinn had waited; she had felt the way the woman had leaned back into the kiss. The attraction or whatever it was between them was mutual. Still, there was some guilt to it, knowing how easily Riven had melted into her. It did help that the Elf seemingly wanted it as well, the only reason Quinn continued to tease and push the boundary further.

A small smile crossed her face; it was the first time anyone had ever thanked her for a kiss. It made her curious how the small Assassin was after other illicit affairs. Tilting her head slightly, the Princess watched as Riven leaned in, her hesitation endearing. Quinn let the Elf stay where she was, enjoying the small facial twitches expressing the wheels that churned in her mind.

She didn't let Riven hang out to dry for too long; her hands returned to her face, cupping it gently, feeling the weight of her. Her eyes watched, taking in the shape of her face before leaning back in. The kiss was different; it lacked the caution the first did, as the Princess knew that the Assassin wanted this as much as she did.

Her lips claimed the Assassin's, savoring the taste, before her hands slid down to fist lightly in the fabric of the woman's shirt. She pulled her closer, leaning back to draw Riven with her, wanting to feel the full press of her body. To ground her in this moment — in her.

The Princess's arms wrapped tightly around the Elf's lithe frame, holding her there, needing the comfort Riven provided. When she finally pulled back, it was only to trail kisses along Riven's jaw and neck, smearing her red lipstick as small marks of possession.

She smiled against her skin, then drew back just enough to let their eyes lock.

"No one's ever thanked me for a kiss," she whispered, letting her thoughts roam as much as her hands began to tease along the edge of the fabric.

"Makes me curious."

 

[Riven]

Tags - Quinn Varanin

As Quinn's hands cupped the elf's face she anticipated the second kiss with pursed lips, and while she felt she had to wait a little while for it with her eyes closed it eventually came to her. Painted red lips pressed upon hers; marking them with red. It felt more sudden this time, less hesitant and uncertain, more full and wanting.

Her eyes couldn't help but open just slightly in order to get a look at the Princess, her face so close as they shared in the kiss. A thought in that moment was hard to dispel however, thoughts of things she shouldn't be thinking, thoughts about her benefactor... They gave her pause for a moment, her mind wandering into personal questions of right and wrong, but... she soon found she cared less and less as the Princess indulged herself.

She felt herself tugged forward by her shirt, pushed up against the Echani as arms wrapped firmly around her. The embrace felt comforting and safe, and entirely consuming as she felt Quinn's arms possessively squeeze her as they kissed. Riven's breath grew more rapid and heated as she felt her body pressed to Quinn's, noting the sensation between them as all was revealed through touch.

It hardly seemed like Riven really knew what to do with her own hands and so they simply mimicked Quinn's, wrapping and hugging tightly around the other woman as she offered a quiet and sated sound against her painted lips.

After the kiss parted she breathed a hot exhale as her eyes locked onto those hazels that stared back at her, she was at a loss for words as the Princess moved to dote upon her pale skin with kisses of scarlet; marking her jaw and neck which contrasted sharply against the color now granted to them. Riven couldn't help but tilt her head back at the affection, a soundless gasp escaping her parted lips once more as she shuddered in Quinn's arms. She was so very pliable in the hold of the Princess, so very easy to move and control, to tease and press, just clay waiting to be formed.

"C- Curious about what...?" managed the short elf as her words came out breathless and nervous as she felt Quinn's hands begin to roam.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Riven //:

It was a blessing that Riven was Force dead. It would have been awkward for the Ecahni Princess to know what was going through the mind of the Elf. Instead, Quinn remained blissfully ignorant as she let herself enjoy the moment. It was needed after sharing their mutual imperfections. It was nice having someone understand almost the exact same thing that was feared.

Quinn smiled against Riven's lips as she felt the woman lean into the kiss as she was pulled. Her arms wrapped around the Princess. There was a hesitation, but after she decided, her hands settled into place. Quinn could feel the heat of her palms against the silken material of the robe; it was pleasant as it rooted her into the moment.

As she pulled away from the length of the Assassin's neck, the Princess chuckled and looked to her through a half-lidded gaze. It was almost precious in the way she stuttered trying to ask what the Echani meant. Quinn let her sit in the silence as her hands moved gently over the woman's hips.

"A lot of things," she mused, fingers curling under the hem of Riven's shirt. Eyes trailed down from her face to her center, then back up, seeing her melt at the affection.

"Mostly what other things you're good at."

Quinn teased, smiling. She knew she needed to stop. On several occasions, her indulgences often came back to haunt her. Yet, something about Riven made her want this — she wanted the Assassin under her, not her mysterious benefactor.

"Maybe I can try and convince you why I'm much better than your Benefactor…" Her lips returned to the now-painted neck of the Elf, and her lips brushed against her ear. A grin smiled against her, before suddenly the gentle graze of her teeth teased at the edge of her ear. Leaning back in, she whispered.

"How am I doing?"

 

[Riven]

Tags - Quinn Varanin

The assassin's hand could feel the heat of Quinn's form through the silk of her robes and she realized just how thin that material was, but it didn't seem to dissuade the pale elf as those hands only continued to wander, slipping gently down the back of the Princess as a soft heated sigh escaped from her lips. Her mind continued to race with unreadable thoughts but at least now they were entirely focused upon the woman in front of her, giving her much needed full attention.

As Quinn's hands lowered and moved over her hips her breath caught in her throat for a moment, the sensation was soft and light and she was enjoying it. To have her form held and touched when it was always so hidden and concealed by her cloak sparked deeper thoughts of want in her mind, like someone had unraveled her wholly. Her crimson gaze shifted to follow Quinn's hazel eyes as they dipped down when she gripped the hem of her shirt. Did she want to pull it off of her...?

Riven gulped lightly and looked back up to meet the gaze of the Princess as she'd tried to rather bluntly anticipate her intentions; "... You can take it off if you want..." she offered as the blush upon her pale visage was maintained. "... As for... What else I'm good at..." she pondered for a moment, the gears in her head turning slowly... "... I dunno... I have to figure it out in most cases, if it's something new..." she answered.

Then Quinn brought up her benefactor once more, the thought alone seeming to distract the pale elf again as crimson eyes briefly glanced aside before being forced to meet with Quinn's once more. "... If you want to try, you can..." she answered, though she wasn't entirely sure exactly what kind of relationship Quinn thought she had with her benefactor...

As soft lips brushed against her delicate pointed ear and those teeth were felt gently grazing along soft skin her body shuddered in response. At the whispered words Riven's hands only moved lower in their own curious exploration as she tensed her jaw for just a moment to consider her response. The one she gave was as Riven as it got; "... I dunno, I'm a really bad judge of character usually..." she whispered back, trying to match the sensuality of the Echani's tone with such non-sensual words.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Riven //:

Riven's answers gave Quinn what she wanted — control. Every word was phrased carefully, leaving the Princess in charge. She could tell that Riven preferred it that way, that she wanted to be guided, to be told what to do. The thought interested Quinn more than she cared to admit.

She tried to read the assassin's mind, but there was nothing. The Force revealed no thoughts, no emotion. It was like touching a sealed door. All Quinn could rely on was what she saw and felt.

Her fingers moved along the edge of Riven's shirt. The elf's quiet permission told her enough. Every word and every small movement gave away more than Riven realized — the shifting of her posture, the wandering of her hands, the small intake of breath when Quinn's touch lingered.

"It sounds like you want me to," Quinn said, her voice even and quiet. Her head tilted slightly as she studied Riven's face. "I think you want me to do everything you've been thinking about."

The response she got confirmed what she already knew. Riven melted under her touch, leaned closer, and let her hands explore the forbidden lines of the Princess's body. Quinn kept her eyes on her, watching her reactions, the unspoken need behind them.

Then Quinn stopped. She drew back just enough to look at her properly, taking in every part of the woman sitting before her. The words that she said lingered. Quinn didn't know how to respond to something like the confession. She wondered if Riven really understood what she was doing — or if she was just acting on instinct.

Quinn didn't speak for several seconds. When she finally moved, Quinn slowly untangled herself and stood. Her hands adjusted her clothes, smoothing the fabric back into place and covering what had been exposed.

Stepping forward, she leaned down until she was at eye level with Riven. A finger traced the line of her jaw before her hand settled under her chin, steadying her. Her thumb brushed across the elf's lower lip, still tinted with red from their earlier kiss.

"I suppose that's something I could teach you," Quinn said softly, her tone light but firm.

She pressed a slow kiss to Riven's lips, just long enough to let her wonder what was to come. "And maybe other things… if you want them."

When she pulled back, her eyes flicked toward the staircase leading to her quarters. The Princess's hand released Riven's chin as she gave her a final look, and turned. Her steps were measured and calm as she made her way up, leaving the invitation open behind her.

 

[Riven]

Tags - Quinn Varanin

Quinn's almost accusatory words made Riven appear somewhat nervous, as if she really could read her mind despite her Force Dead nature. She maintained the stare for now as her hands paused in their exploration and finally the Elf gave something of an expressional cue as it looked like she was biting on the inside of her lip. It was subtle but clear; Quinn had somehow put some rather intimate thoughts into the pale woman's head.

She swallowed down a breath before she spoke in response, "... I think you want to do everything I'm thinking about..." she answered with her retort, shifting Quinn's own words and accusations against her. But the Princess wasn't wrong, that much was evident.

When the Echani stopped in her teasing, in her words and motions, Riven likewise froze. Initially she believed she had done something wrong, it was always where her mind first went to whenever a social situation seemed to shift in tension or energy. Quinn's hazel eyes kept staring at her, was she judging her? Taking her measure? Whatever it was Riven found it intense. Too intense... The Princess would've witnessed it again; the short elf's crimson eyes faltering and unable to hold such a deep gaze anymore as her head dipped and her eyes turned away as she let out a shuddering sigh of anxiety.

She heard her standing up, moving about, smoothing down her silken dress, and it was only when Quinn leaned forward to gaze into her silver eyes once more that she renewed the eye contact. The finger along her jaw seemed to calm her nervous disposition as the tender touch was nothing short of affectionate as that thumb then brushed against her soft delicate lip.

As the kiss drew in Riven met it as she had before, somewhat meekly but accepting regardless. She felt the soft lips of the Princess upon hers once again, her gentle breath against her face as her lips were painted red while they shared color and intimacy. A gentle sound escaped Riven in response, one that Quinn had already heard before; it was out of comfort. A gentle hum soon followed but as the kiss broke her lips remained slightly parted for just a moment before she ran the tip of her tongue along them as if recalling something that just happened mere seconds ago.

Quinn made her offer and began to depart for her chambers. In most situations the short pale assassin would have just sat and stayed where she was, paralyzed with uncertainty as the gears in her head ground to a halt with anxiety. But... The offer seemed to have been made clear enough. After just a few seconds Riven stood up from her seat and pulled in a self-assuring sigh before she followed after the Echani, smoothing down her long hair as she walked after her.