Legend of Dragoon (Rose/Shana)
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kinkfestTitle: Shadow
Author: Lyra Rune
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Rose teaches Shana a lesson.
Prompt: 53. Legend of Dragoon: Rose/Shana - Humiliation, "I do not respect you."
Notes: God, I'm so sorry this is late. I have no excuse except that I'm a complete nimrod. Please accept my apology.
Lohan was bustling with people, crowded with the competitors and spectators for the Hero Match the next day. Rose watched Dart, Haschel, and Lavitz disappear into the crowds thronging through the streets below, then turned back into the small room she was sharing with Shana.
The newest Dragoon sat curled up on her bed, her soft honey-brown hair falling forward to hide her face. She tipped her Dragoon Spirit back and forth from one hand to the other, watching its pearlescent glow.
"It's not a toy," Rose said curtly.
Shana started, nearly dropping the Dragoon Spirit, and looked up at her. "I know it's not," she said, closing her hand tight around the healing stone. "I just..."
Rose turned away and began to prepare for bed, stripping off her dark armour and setting it neatly by her bed. She unlaced the high boot that ran the length of her left leg, stepping carefully out of the boot. Across the room, Shana gasped.
Rose glanced down and frowned. She'd lived with the scar that ran the length of her leg for so long, she normally forgot it was there. It was a puckered, ugly red stripe that ran from mid-thigh to her ankle.
"How..." Shana's voice trailed off. "What happened?"
With more force than was strictly necessary, Rose stripped off her other boot and dumped it next to the first. She yanked at the fastenings of her clothes, dropping them on the floor as well, and raked a hand through her hair to loosen tangles created in the day's fighting.
As she turned to climb into bed, she felt warm, smooth fingers against her legs and froze. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I think I can—" Bright white light flared from the other woman's Dragoon Spirt, and Rose hissed in annoyance and closed her eyes against the brilliance. It faded, and she heard Shana's soft, puzzled noise.
"That didn't work when I was first hurt," she said, "and it won't work now."
Shana stood slowly, her fingertips trailing partway up Rose's leg, and met the other woman's eyes directly. "You keep pushing everyone away," she said softly. "I wonder why?"
Her eyes were soft and wide, staring up at Rose, and the Dark Dragoon noticed that Shana's fingers were resting lightly on her wrist, moving in tiny, almost imperceptible strokes.
Rose leaned forward and kissed Shana, slowly at first. Shana leaned into her with a soft little sigh, her lips parting easily when the tip of Rose's tongue brushed against her lower lip. Rose traced the outline of Shana's lips as lightly as she could, feeling the other woman tremble faintly beneath her touch.
Her hand slid up Shana's arm and trailed softly across her collarbones, making Shana moan and lean toward her. She flirted with the edge of Shana's shirt, her fingertips dipping lightly under it, then straying farther to tease at her nipple. Shana whimpered and arched into the caress. Rose kept teasing, stroking and tugging until Shana pressed hard against her, rubbing against Rose's thigh.
Rose shoved the other woman back so that she stumbled and fell back across the bed. Shana stared up at her, wide-eyed and confused, one hand rising to tug her shirt closed. She looked horribly embarrassed and shocked.
"I do not respect you." She bit off each word separately, watching Shana flinch as she spoke, and felt a cold satisfaction. "You are unfit to bear that Dragoon Spirit, and you dishonor her memory by doing so. Yet I cannot gainsay the Spirit, and so I will suffer your addition to our party. Just be sure you stay out of my way."
There was silence in their room for the rest of the night.
Author: Lyra Rune
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Rose teaches Shana a lesson.
Prompt: 53. Legend of Dragoon: Rose/Shana - Humiliation, "I do not respect you."
Notes: God, I'm so sorry this is late. I have no excuse except that I'm a complete nimrod. Please accept my apology.
Lohan was bustling with people, crowded with the competitors and spectators for the Hero Match the next day. Rose watched Dart, Haschel, and Lavitz disappear into the crowds thronging through the streets below, then turned back into the small room she was sharing with Shana.
The newest Dragoon sat curled up on her bed, her soft honey-brown hair falling forward to hide her face. She tipped her Dragoon Spirit back and forth from one hand to the other, watching its pearlescent glow.
"It's not a toy," Rose said curtly.
Shana started, nearly dropping the Dragoon Spirit, and looked up at her. "I know it's not," she said, closing her hand tight around the healing stone. "I just..."
Rose turned away and began to prepare for bed, stripping off her dark armour and setting it neatly by her bed. She unlaced the high boot that ran the length of her left leg, stepping carefully out of the boot. Across the room, Shana gasped.
Rose glanced down and frowned. She'd lived with the scar that ran the length of her leg for so long, she normally forgot it was there. It was a puckered, ugly red stripe that ran from mid-thigh to her ankle.
"How..." Shana's voice trailed off. "What happened?"
With more force than was strictly necessary, Rose stripped off her other boot and dumped it next to the first. She yanked at the fastenings of her clothes, dropping them on the floor as well, and raked a hand through her hair to loosen tangles created in the day's fighting.
As she turned to climb into bed, she felt warm, smooth fingers against her legs and froze. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I think I can—" Bright white light flared from the other woman's Dragoon Spirt, and Rose hissed in annoyance and closed her eyes against the brilliance. It faded, and she heard Shana's soft, puzzled noise.
"That didn't work when I was first hurt," she said, "and it won't work now."
Shana stood slowly, her fingertips trailing partway up Rose's leg, and met the other woman's eyes directly. "You keep pushing everyone away," she said softly. "I wonder why?"
Her eyes were soft and wide, staring up at Rose, and the Dark Dragoon noticed that Shana's fingers were resting lightly on her wrist, moving in tiny, almost imperceptible strokes.
Rose leaned forward and kissed Shana, slowly at first. Shana leaned into her with a soft little sigh, her lips parting easily when the tip of Rose's tongue brushed against her lower lip. Rose traced the outline of Shana's lips as lightly as she could, feeling the other woman tremble faintly beneath her touch.
Her hand slid up Shana's arm and trailed softly across her collarbones, making Shana moan and lean toward her. She flirted with the edge of Shana's shirt, her fingertips dipping lightly under it, then straying farther to tease at her nipple. Shana whimpered and arched into the caress. Rose kept teasing, stroking and tugging until Shana pressed hard against her, rubbing against Rose's thigh.
Rose shoved the other woman back so that she stumbled and fell back across the bed. Shana stared up at her, wide-eyed and confused, one hand rising to tug her shirt closed. She looked horribly embarrassed and shocked.
"I do not respect you." She bit off each word separately, watching Shana flinch as she spoke, and felt a cold satisfaction. "You are unfit to bear that Dragoon Spirit, and you dishonor her memory by doing so. Yet I cannot gainsay the Spirit, and so I will suffer your addition to our party. Just be sure you stay out of my way."
There was silence in their room for the rest of the night.
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