<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/AviciaB_zpscg0eysap.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:  Avicia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13173582#msg13173582)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Engage the mind, and the pleasures of the body will surely follow<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Andrea<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/>“Alone?  Alone with you?” Avicia repeated, blinking at Andrea through a haze.  “Of course.”  It seemed a strange question, but Andrea knew this place, so she surely had a reason for asking it.  She felt disoriented, even drunk; she had never dreamed that merely kissing could be so erotic, so dizzying.  No wonder it was the subject of so many paintings and sculptures.  Everything was spinning all around her; she and Andrea were at the calm, still core of the world, and everything, everyone else was a blur of noise and distraction.  But how strange, she was having difficulty breathing.  The widow took a few experimental breaths; she felt less lightheaded, but her heart was still pounding so hard.  “Of course,” she repeated.  “How soon?  How soon can we go to someplace quiet?”<br/><br/>When Avicia was sure she had her breath again, Andrea took her hand, giving it another tender kiss, and they walked hand in warm hand together, across the room and up the staircase to a room with a single ruby in the door, and stopped.  Avicia looked up curiously at Andrea.<br/><br/>“Yours to lead, my Lady,” the tall, willowy blonde said with a nod towards the rich red ruby, ”my pleasure to be entirely yours.”<br/><br/>There was no lock on the door, no handle that Avicia could see; only the large gem.  Experimentally, she reached up and pressed the stone, and the door opened as quietly as a whisper.  Avicia gripped her Bride’s hand and led her through the doorway, walking slowly to the center of the big room, so much larger than anything she had expected!  The carpet under their feet was thick and lush and black, with tracings of a red design; all the room was black and red.  The huge bed, on one side, would have dominated a smaller room; and across from the bed was a fireplace, with a large black sofa close by.<br/><br/>Avicia stood in the center of the thick, heavy carpet, and interlaced her fingers with  Andrea’s again, palm to supple palm.  It was not what she wanted.  No, not at all.  What she wanted, more than anything, more than she wanted air to breath, was to lift her hands to her beautiful, magical Bride’s exquisite body and discover all the wonders of her softness, her planes and curves.  Such boldness had never been a piece of who Avicia had been before, but she thought -- she believed -- it was a thing she might now do.  Here, now, with this gentle woman who had been so kind to a stranger, Avicia felt as though she could do anything.  She could sing, she could fly, she could lay her hands upon another person; and she could give and even take the strange, mysterious pleasure they had shared on the bench in the Great Room, kissing each other with such wanton, unashamed passion.<br/><br/>But it seemed….  It seemed not to fit.  It was too quick, too hurried, and not at all the way one should treat one’s Bride.  Andrea was so fine and mysterious and marvelous; she should be savored.  She deserved to be revered and cared for.  She deserved to be known.<br/><br/>Avicia turned Andrea’s hands upwards in each of her own, and kissed each warm palm gently, tenderly, and lingeringly;  then, with a smile, she drew her Bride towards the sofa and sat down on the soft, sumptuous leather.  But not as they had been sitting downstairs.  She tucked her legs up underneath her, ignoring how badly she would crease the heavy satin folds of her gown, and slid her arms about Andrea’s waist, letting their bodies fit together naturally.<br/><br/>“Tell me who you are?” she asked, a little shyly, but eagerly.  “Please?”<br/><br/>After all, one should get to know one’s Bride.<br/><br/><br/>