Written Wonderland

Lance exhaled unsteadily, and she could see that it was something of a strain for him to control himself. But, he did, recovering before she could spare another worry to kiss along the bottom of her breast. He then moved to kiss the top of her diaphragm, where her breath was coming fast and heavy. Then, he paused, hovering over the top of Mizu's pubic hair, his breath warm against the ache there. She met his gaze, but her eyes soon grew heavy as her head fell back and her hands wound their way into his hair, pulling a little toward her and down into her warmth.

Soon, Lance obliged her, kissing her once where the hair was densest as his hands slid along her hips and inner thighs. Another muffled sound made it through Mizu's tightly closed lips, this one a little less flattering than the previous one.

Gods, she felt empty. She was tempted to give him another command that would remedy that. She had no doubt that he would oblige her there, too.

But, she wanted to give him an opportunity to explore her here, in this way, if he wanted to, and she caressed a hand tenderly through his hair again as though to encourage him to do so.

Chills danced down Lance's spine as Mizu's fingers twined in his hair, caressing his scalp and gently coaxing him towards her. Was that permission to escalate? She had said lower, which he'd achieved but could continue. His hands massaged at the muscle in Mizu's thighs before smoothing further inward, his thumbs gently pressing either side of Mizu's outer lips to pull them apart, and his tongue venturing down to learn the top of the shape between her lips, attentive to how Mizu's body moved in response.

Lance's fingers pressed into her inner thigh, and Mizu started to grow concerned as they ventured closer to her labia, but all Lance did was gently pull the lips apart so his tongue could begin to explore. Whatever tension had wormed its way into her body in anticipation of that moment melted immediately as her legs fell away from Lance, the warmth of his breath and tongue and mouth a tantalizing cloud of pleasure. Her feet then ground into the bottom of the tent, giving her leverage to lift her hips toward Lance's tongue, warm and curious as it was. She lifted her feet then, settling them against the crease between Lance's legs and hips, pressing her toes there with rolling waves of relish while his tongue explored her inner folds and subtle, swollen protrusions.

Lance exhaled carefully through his nose to dissipate the moan that wanted to give voice to his satisfaction as Mizu's legs opened and relaxed, welcoming his exploration. His tongue pressed more eagerly against her as she rolled her hips against him, even setting her feet on his legs against his hips, using his body for leverage. Gods he felt warm and fluid, blissfully languorous in his tongue's attention on Mizu's labia and what lay between.

But, after a moment, something prickled in him again, and he slowed down a little, his tongue drawing back so that just its tip slipped lightly between her lips. He smiled up to her, a subtle shade of darkness tugging at his expression again as he took in the sight of her. Meanwhile, his thumbs gently rubbed against her lips, using them to apply subtle pressure to each side of the delicious swell his tongue had found between them, his eyes hungrily watching how she reacted.

Lance casually explored in and between Mizu's folds with his tongue, spending a little extra time with any area he encountered that caused her to shiver or readjust. Her toes curled into the front creases of Lance's hips, grabbing skin and letting it go again in rhythm with his movements. As he slowed his tongue, Mizu had to pull her knuckle up to her mouth again, intentionally looking away from Lance and biting down lest her voice cry out. She worried that he would pull away then, maybe bored already, but instead, he moved his thumb to the outside of Mizu's labia, adding a backboard for his tongue to press against. The resulting pleasure from Lance caressing the inside and outside of her made her spine arch. Her feet pushed off Lance's thighs to do it.

She wanted to stay here, wanted to experience the bliss of this moment and ride out whatever Lance was willing to do for her in this position.

As she neared the first indication that continuing this way might cause her to climax, Mizu said, "Stop." It was barely above a whisper, and her hand still in Lance's hair gripped a little tighter, pulling his head up subtly.

Before long, though, she looked down at Lance, in all his swirling confusion, and said with a stony expression, "Please, begin again," and laid back once more.

Gods, the sight of Mizu biting down on her knuckle was delicious, and Lance diligently etched it into his mind for safe keeping. Her spine arched as his thumb pressed against her, aiding his tongue as he dove back in to earnestly exploring her, satisfied that she was anything but bored.

At least until, all at once, she whispered, "Stop."

Her hand in Lance's hair tugged subtly, though he was already on his way to withdrawing - not far, but enough to lighten the weight of his intent in the air, and to get a good look at Mizu's face. He was worried, and he couldn't hide that, his eyes wide and attentive in search of hints for what had gone wrong - and what the consequence was going to be.

Mizu looked at him with that impenetrable stony expression, settling a cold, heavy stone into his gut. "Please, begin again," she said, and Lance watched in astonishment as she laid back, re-inviting him in.

He hesitated, though he did gently press and release his thumb against her as a means of dipping his toes back in. He also managed to re-muster a grin - she had said please, after all. He felt the urge to make a pithy comment, but for once, words simply failed him. In the silence, he decided to just trust what Mizu said she wanted, and, swallowing, he leaned towards her and let his tongue venture gently between her folds again. To appease the nervousness still in his gut, he resolved to perhaps just take it a little slower this time, so he kept his pressure light, his caresses slow and tender. His thumb still pressed occasionally, but withdrew after just a heartbeat each time, not wanting to overstay its welcome.

Mizu stared at the ceiling of the strategy tent, her eyes flicking from place to place. She worried, when Lance hesitated, that she had confused him. Why tell him to stop if she were enjoying herself? But that was precisely why.

He did press his thumb in a wave motion against her again, though, and she took that as a good sign. A deep ache had begun to develop in her, and she wasn't sure how long she could hold off asking Lance to do more. Then he leaned down and pressed his tongue against her folds again, though more lightly and slower this time. Her whole body arched and swayed to meet him, her legs abandoning self-restraint to squeeze his arms and torso--whatever they could reach. She let out a heavy exhale and swallowed, her eyes rolling back. It was an effort to keep herself from making any noise, but that was still well within her capacity.

He was following her instructions. He worked his tongue in small, sensual circles around her most tender places. Mizu could not help but think about all the talking Lance did with that tongue, all the words he might say while her fluid still coated his mouth and even long after. She hummed quietly and reached with her hands to gently grasp at Lance's hair. Mizu petted the back of his head, her thumb caressing the base of his neck.

She used her core muscles then to prop herself up on her elbows, taking in the sight of Lance for a moment before she said something that might very well change or even ruin the moment.

"Lance," she said, suddenly shy. She had to look away from Lance's halo of hair splayed about between her legs for a moment to gain resolve. "Do you have a lambskin?"

((OOC: So, yeah, she did it. She's asking about a condom. I think it's reasonable that "lambskin" would sort of be slang for it. They ain't vegan. Lol.))

Lance absolutely relished the ways that Mizu arched and swayed and breathed. It was pure joy and pleasure, which was a precious thing amidst a war--amidst always, really. She hummed and grasped more tightly at his hair, and Lance hummed softly with her, keeping his volume in a quiet harmony with hers. Her thumb caressed the top of the back of his neck, and a shiver cascaded down Lance's back, plain in its delight. He could feel her shifting to prop herself up, then, and he continued the gentle motions of his tongue, only flicking up a brief glimpse of a coy smirk after a moment.

"Lance," she said, looking away from him as a bout of shyness overcame her. Lance's grin widened, though it was short-lived as Mizu spoke again.

"Do you have a lambskin?"

Lance withdrew his tongue, his cheeks growing hot. He had managed to snag a couple the last time they'd passed by civilization, but, well, his patience hadn't lasted long.

"I'm afraid not," he said, smiling a little more bashfully than his usual. His own eyes flicked away for a beat, but he brought them back quickly, and his eyebrows raised in a hopeful attempt at reassurance. "But for what it's worth, I'm genuinely happy with whatever does or doesn't happen, here. You've already made my night, Mizu."

Mizu could not look at Lance while she anticipated his answer, not allowing herself to project into one possibility or another--a trick to curb possible disappointment.

"I'm afraid not," Lance said, and Mizu let out a very quiet, very long stream of breath she hadn't meant to hold in. She closed her eyes, doing everything in her power to keep a straight face that betrayed nothing.

She really should not be surprised. Lambskins were something of a luxury, especially given how long the army had been camping and making due from place to place. And though they had stopped at the occasional town, she could hardly fault her soldiers for not making lambskins a priority. Or for... not using the ones they did find.

But, she didn't want to think about any of that here. She didn't want to be an army commander right now; she wanted to be present even with her disappointment.

Lest she get pulled back into her more mundane thoughts, Mizu caught Lance's eyebrows raise out of the corner of her eye and drew her gaze back to him. "But, for what it's worth, I'm genuinely happy with whatever does or doesn't happen here. You've already made my night, Mizu."

A small smile slipped out of her before she could reel it in, and she lowered herself back down to the ground, her legs still coiled around him. She wanted to ask what he enjoyed so much, but she had another idea. She brought the back of her hand up to her face for a moment, partly to hide the smile and partly to hide the nervousness creeping back into her demeanor. After a moment, she gracefully guided her hand to her left hip and said, "In that case..." She had to take a deep breath, and her legs pulsed around Lance before she said more, her nerves getting the better of her. "Continue." Letting stand another pause, she added, "please," closing her eyes a little harder than necessary and hoping she had not killed the mood.

Lance was relieved at the glimpse of a smile he caught before Mizu laid back down, obscuring her face with her hand. He swallowed a soft chuckle, worried she'd hear it in the wrong tone if he let it out.

After a moment, Mizu's hand left her face to caress down over her hip, drawing Lance's eyes back down to the beautiful sight of her body still splayed before him.

"In that case..." she said, her legs gently pulsing around Lance. "Continue."

A soft huff of a chuckle did escape him then, amused by the ways that this very simply and straightforwardly put his words to the test. Admittedly, there was a pulse of disappointment in his body, despite his professed contentment - was it so unreasonable to lament the apparent surety that certain interactions were officially off the table? - but he wasn't about to let it snatch his fun. Even if they truly did nothing else tonight, it was an honor to have met Mizu this way, and to have given her this reprieve from responsibilities she so deserved.

"Please," Mizu added, and Lance melted with happiness, eagerly throwing himself into this renewed direction. With a soft hum, he leaned back into her, his tongue returning to its caresses between her folds. And, after a moment of getting back into a rhythm and soaking in her responses, he moved two fingers to press gently on the side of her vulva, just beside where her lips would part to open into her. It was a gentle curiosity, seeking to see if her question about sheepskin meant she was interested in something, at least, venturing inside; he certainly wouldn't mind exploring, but was also still treading lightly.