CLOSED | She said, "Where'd you wanna go? How much you wanna risk?"

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WHO: Ellie & Jude, Various
WHAT: Various closed prompts in one convenient place!
WHEN: (Spanning) Fantasy September
WHERE: Gallows, Kirkwall, Arlathan Forest
NOTES: Gonna have some fallout/followup threads from this log re: Abby's canon update! Mind the warnings. Graphic injuries. Spicy/sexual content. Hookah use. More TBD.

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It doesn't take long.

Not with the way Ellie returns her attention to Clarisse, the way she adds another finger, stretching her, making her feel amazingly full, the way she twists her wrist just enough to send that friction all along Clarisse's nerve endings. The way Ellie's still shaking from her own orgasm even while she fucks her—that look in her eyes, glassy and determined, her mouth open.

"Fuck—" Clarisse's fingers are still wrapped around Ellie's wrist and now she tightens them enough to hurt, to bruise, not meaning to, not thinking at all about anything other than how good Ellie's fingers feel inside her. Her head tips back, pressed against the stone floor of the baths enough to hurt, but the pain doesn't even register.

"Ellie, I..." It's barely more than a gasp, lost in the wave of her orgasm as she rides it out, her body going tight, thighs shuddering, clenched around Ellie's fingers like a vise.

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It's like a second orgasm, when Clarisse cums.

It breaks over Ellie in tingling hot and cold, a tightness on her lower stomach as the pain of Clarisse's grip radiates up her arm. The angle's hurting her shoulder, but she doesn't care.

Like this, it feels good. Feels like heat.

As she rides through that first wave, that second wave, Ellie presses in deep, leaning in close. Her mouth brushes against Clarisse's open lips, her eyes clouded with the heat of it as she flexes her fingers in slow, aching waves. She coaxes out one more, one more.

"There you go," she whispers, breathless and admiring and impossibly turned on, even if her body doesn't have it in her to keep going. "God, you're beautiful."

This last murmur is almost to herself, and she kisses her, ignoring the dull scream in her shoulder as she stays buried deep inside of her as the both of them come down.

Clarisse's thigh is fucking soaked.

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Ellie's lips on hers, Ellie's fingers inside her, the sound of that breathless whisper as she talks Clarisse through it. Ellie's damn good at this, even if she says it's been a while.

Coming down is almost as good as getting off. She's content to lie there, kissing Ellie, riding those aftershocks, getting her breath back and her head in order. Finally she seems to realize she's got a death grip on Ellie's wrist and she slackens it. Ellie's a warm weight against her thigh, a contrast to the stone under her.

Her back's going to be scratched to shit tomorrow morning from all this lying on it. Worth it.

"Fuck," she murmurs. "Okay."

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Worth it. The tension slowly leaves Ellie's hand as Clarisse lets go, as the kisses turn slow, warm. Just for how good it feels. Gentle now, she eases her finger out of her to brace her palm on stone and come down.

Ellie fully settles on top of her like a blanket, legs tangled, and lets out a breathy, disbelieving laugh in her ear.

"Holy shit."

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Clarisse hadn't intended on doing this, back when she'd crossed the water to press a hand to Ellie's ribs. On making this last, on having her lips on Ellie's, or letting Ellie's body slide onto hers and tangle their legs together. On sticking around, after.

But Ellie's so warm against her, and Clarisse is still half drunk on what's just happened. She lets Ellie rest on her, feels her breathing, lets her own breaths go slow and relaxed. One hand drifts up to run fingertips along Ellie's ribs, light, barely aware she's even doing it.

"You're way too good at that," she mumbles, a slow, lazy smile tugging at her lips. "Shit."

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Both of their hearts are working overtime, a thrumming buzz of slowly settling adrenaline as they catch their breath.

Clarisse feels amazing against her. Soft and muscular at the same time. Velvety and warm. Her hand on Ellie's ribs tickles at first, but then she presses into it like a cat, just a hint of hunger for touch.

"Mm-hm. Still got it."

Ellie grins against her ear, eyes still shut as she settles another kiss on her neck just under it.

"You too- and fuuuck, I think needed that."

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She laughs. "You're telling me."

This is the most relaxed she's been in months.

Clarisse makes a low noise of approval as Ellie presses her lips to her neck and she feels the warmth of her breath tickle her ear. Her own hand presses more firmly against Ellie's ribs, slides up to rest against her back.

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It aches, distantly, but everything feels so warm and loose that she barely feels that part. It's just the pleasant weight of being held.

Another slow breath, another soft kiss.

"... please don't take it personally if I fall asleep," she mumbles.

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"I won't."

Even Ellie saying that's enough to make Clarisse want to shut her eyes. It would be so nice...

But after a moment she lifts her head, because it's suddenly clicked that they're lying on the floor in the public baths and that despite her casual declaration otherwise a while back, somebody could walk in here at any moment. Shit.

"We shouldn't stay in here, though."

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Ellie heaves a deep sigh into Clarisse's neck.

"Shit."

She's right, of course. With a groan, she manages to unstick herself from Clarisse's front, regretfully straightening up to at least sit on the edge and dunk her feet in the water.

She's grinning, though. Conspiratorial.

"You wanna go out first?"

If they want to get away with this, anyway.

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Even though it was her own doing, when Ellie climbs off her and leaves Clarisse bare, it's a bummer. She echoes Ellie's sigh as she gets up, rubbing at the small of her back.

"Yeah. Sure." First in, first out.

She gathers up her disgusting clothes from the pile she left them in earlier and hugs them to her chest, then pauses, unsure what to say. Like, thanks? That was awesome? No. That would be... really weird, right? Not to mention make her sound like a moron.

"Uh," she settles on, finally. "Okay. See you around."

Cool. Nailed it. She's gonna leave now.

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Ellie's pretty sure her smile is making her look stupid, and she equally gropes for something to say, meaning she's completely glossing over Clarisse's awkwardness in favor of paying attention to her own.

"Yeah." It comes out breathless, her eyes bright. (Later, it will occur to her that she- practically pushed Clarisse out. Fuck.)

Thank you is what tries to spill out, but that also sounds fucking idiotic, so she just- nods.

"See you around."