fellowshippers | Love of all Times (2A/?)

Title: Love Of All Times 2A/?

Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane

Type: RPS

Pairing: Liv/Miranda

Rating: NC-17

Beta: Ourselves

Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.

Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.

Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com

Archiving: Angel's Realm, Everafter Love, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

Italics indicate thoughts

Just a small interlude, more tomorrow :)

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Miranda looked down into those beautiful blue eyes that returned her gaze with a mix of love and lust and smiled gently. She raised her hand to the coal-black hair and raked her fingers through it. Slowly, she bent down and captured the full lips for a kiss, gentle and shy at first, but quickly turning deeper and passionate as her other hand roamed over Liv's beautiful body that was trembling underneath her.

Her fingers brushed lightly over the soft, warm skin, eliciting soft sighs from her lover that turned into a long, low moan when she found the soft mound of a breast and rubbed the pad of her thumb over the already-stiffening nipple.

Pulling back from the kiss to fill her lungs with air, she studied the beloved face with gleaming eyes. "You are so beautiful," she murmured and bent down to rain kisses on the Princess' neck and collarbone and nibble lightly at the flesh Liv exposed to her so willingly.

Slowly, she moved lower, making sure every inch of Liv's skin was covered with kisses until her mouth found the nipple she'd been caressing with her hand until now. Looking up at Liv once more, Miranda smiled and closed her lips around the erect bud while her hand moved down the beautiful body and found...

Miranda gasped and jerked up in her bed. Ever since she'd come to the Temple a month ago, she had dreamt of this, of making love to the Princess. They had started out relatively harmless, but with every time that Miranda had had to bathe Liv, the dreams had become more real and intense, leaving Miranda breathless and wanton.

Lying back, Miranda pressed her hand to her heart, as if that would help to slow it down. She shook her head to get the remainders of the dream out of her mind, but it was no use. Liv was stuck in her head and there was no way she could think of anything else but her beautiful mistress. For long minutes she lay there, trying in vain to get back to sleep, but whenever she closed her eyes, the fantasies of Liv in her arms returned to her with full force. At last, she gave up.

With a sigh, Miranda slipped out of her bed and tiptoed over to the door that connected her chamber to the Princess' quarters. Her hand reached out for the door knob, but she willed it down. She knew Liv would react very differently from the one in her dreams if she snuck into her room at night and slipped into her bed. But that was exactly what Miranda yearned to do.

Miranda pressed her head against the door and stared at the dark wood as if her gaze could penetrate it and see Liv in her bed. Ever since she'd come to the Temple, she had not found real rest at night unless she'd taken the help of herbs that would give her a dreamless sleep at least for a few hours. But Miranda resented not being able to dream of Liv, and so she rather tossed and turned than not dreamt at all.

Slowly, she slipped down to sit on the cool floor of her room and leant back against the door behind which she knew Liv was in deep slumber.

She sat there for long moments, enjoying being as near to the woman she loved so much as she could, but it just was not enough. Her arms ached to wrap around the other woman, her lips itched to kiss those beautiful, full lips, and she yearned to feel and smell and taste the Princess. A soft moan tore her out of her thoughts, although it took her a moment to realize it had been her own moan and that she had begun touching herself. Even though it was dark and she was, Miranda blushed deeply and pushed herself off the floor. As quietly as she had come to the door, she returned to her bed and snuggled into the covers again, her eyes filling with tears of yearning. Soon, silent sobs shook her body as she cried herself back to a restless sleep.

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Liv ran her fingers through the golden hair as she kissed the other woman deeply. Her right hand slid up Miranda’s curves until it came to rest on her breast. Liv gently brushed her thumb over the nipple causing Miranda to shiver slightly and gasp into Liv’s mouth as the two kissed.

Liv broke the kiss and stared Miranda in the eyes lustfully as she licked her lips slowly. She then lowered her head to the soft skin of the golden haired woman’s neck. She began to trace her tongue down it slowly, nipping gently with her teeth as she went.

Miranda moaned softly as her new love tortured her flesh with her mouth. "My love," she whispered only seconds before Liv’s warm mouth reached her breast and her tongue went to work on Miranda’s erect nipple, causing her to let out a soft moan.

Liv moved her hand down the woman’s body and began to...

Liv sat upright in bed shaking her head. She had been having dreams like this ever since the day she first laid eyes on Miranda. The dreams started out innocent enough; just the two of them walking and talking, maybe holding hands. As of late though, since Miranda had taken over from the other slaves to bathe her too, the dreams had become more intense, more sexual in nature.

Liv lay back and closed her eyes once her breathing had returned to normal. She lay there for what seemed like hours tossing and turning. She could not get the other woman out of her head.

Finally she could lie there no longer. She threw her covers back and got out of bed. She went to the door that connects her room to Miranda's. Once there she took a deep breathe and reached for the door handle. She stood there a few minutes before sliding down to the cold Temple floor and sitting there leaned against the door.

This had become a nightly routine for her. She longed to enter the other woman’s room and lay next to her. To hold her as she slept. Liv buried her head in her hands and wept softly. These feelings were becoming almost unbearable and she feared she could not hold them off much longer.

Shortly before dawn Liv returned to her bed for she knew Miranda would be in soon to bathe and dress her.

Love of all Times (2A/?)

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