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noodyl-blasstal · 1 year ago

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What happens in the green room...

My (very last minute, oops!) AU roulette. Naddpod called me on this one!

Jaina asks Moonshine to do her make-up before a show with their band. What could go wrong when the object of your affection is sat in your lap and you're only in the first few steps of the formal courting process?

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Jaina tries to breathe steadily. This was fine. Absolutely fine. So maybe she’s only on step 3 of her 27 stage courting process, and maybe it has already been six months, and maybe she isn’t sure that Moonshine actually knows Jaina is trying to court her or that she would reciprocate if she did… but everything is going to be okay. It is totally fine that Moonshine’s straddling her on the sofa right now. Jaina’s having exactly 0 feelings about the strong thighs pressed against her own… or the way Moonshine’s short hems dig in slightly at the swell of her legs. It’s not a problem that Jaina wants to smooth down the material where it has rucked up, it’s fine that she wants to ruck it up further and kiss away the divots left behind. She doesn’t, of course, she’s a master of restraint, it wouldn’t be proper, and Moonshine deserves proper.

“You look real tense, Jaina, everything okay down there?”

Now Moonshine is looking at her with concern… reasonably, because Jaina is currently sitting as still as possible and desperately trying to ensure she gives Moonshine enough space. Despite her rigorous exercise regime, her stomach has started to shake with the effort of holding her back rounded enough so that she doesn’t push herself against Moonshine. She really wants to push herself against Moonshine. It’s okay though, she’s a master of restraint.

Jaina nods curtly. “Of course. I’m totally fine.”

“Uh huh” Moonshine doesn’t look convinced. “You’re shakin’ like a leaf. I think maybe you might be more comfortable if…” Moonshine’s arm wraps round her, pulls her closer, presses her against Moonshine’s ample chest, Moradin she’s so warm, she smells so good, all spice and earth, wild and wonderful. “There, much better, now close your eyes.”

Jaina does it immediately. She’ll do pretty much anything Moonshine asks of her.

“Now hold still.” A hand cups her chin, tugs her face closer to Moonshine’s.

"Are you sure we've got time? We're on soon aren't we?" Jaina wants to wriggle free and run, she wants to stay here and never ever move again.

"Hush up, you said you wanted make-up, so you're getting it. You're allowed to want things! Also, we have an hour, we've already sound checked. Just enjoy it!"

Jaina shuts her mouth, there's no point in arguing. Moonshine's right. Jaina wants this. Moonshine might not be quite so amenable to Jaina's wants if she knew how many of them were focused on her, but the make-up? She was going to allow herself that.

"You can relax your hands, you know?" Moonshine taps one of them softly.

"I haven't. I. I'm not sure what you mean." Jaina's hands are clamped firmly to the chair.

"I can't say the view's bad…" Moonshine prods Jaina's bicep, "...but I don't want you to pull a muscle before we go on, the guitar won't play itself."

"Where else would I…" Jaina opens her eyes in alarm as Moonshine grips her wrists.

"Here." Moonshine plonks Jaina's hands down on her thighs and pats one reassuringly. "There, make sure I don't fall. Now, close your eyes."

Jaina does, and there's the lightest sensation of something brushing her eyelid. She chances a quick peek, and is rewarded with Moonshine looking down at her, studying her, hand moving over her cheek, Moonshine's teeth gripping her lip in concentration. Jaina is going to memorise everything about this, it's so many steps away from where they are supposed to be. She hasn't gifted Moonshine the spore collection she made for her, or the presentation about the benefits of choosing Jaina as a partner. She hasn't even mustered the courage to send the formal courting intent letter. But now Moonshine's pressed against her and Jaina's hands are on Moonshine's thighs and she can't resist holding on. It's for Moonshine's safety afterall, Jaina was keeping her in place, keeping her safe, just like Moonshine asked.

"I said keep 'em closed. I'll do the other lid and then I'm going to do your eyebrows." Moonshine leans forward and cups Jaina's chin in her calloused palm. Jaina loves the reminder that Moonshine isn’t some soft noble. Moonshine works with her hands, she works hard, it's one of a long list of things Jaina admires about her. She closes her eyes obediently, relishes the touches instead, it's rare she gets to feel studied, feel precious. Moonshine always makes her feel precious.

There's only one thing getting in the way of this perfect tender moment, whatever Moonshine's doing to her eyebrow tickles. Jaina tries and fails to hold in a snort.

"Something funny there, Bronzebeard?" Another ticklish pass of whatever torture device Moonshine is using.

Jaina summons as much of her willpower as possible and tries to sit still. “No no, I’m fine.”

“Uh huh.” Moonshine manages to press herself even closer, Jaina couldn’t possibly say if her grip on Moonshine’s thighs tightened before or after. “You sure?”

Moonshine’s question is quiet, so quiet that Jaina could lean forward if she wants, it would be perfectly reasonable, upstanding, honourable in fact, to want to hear the words spoken by the object of one’s affection. She nods instead.

Moonshine’s hand keeps her chin in place. “If you’re sure.” Her voice is honey, it’s low, it’s sultry, it’s sex. Jaina wants to hear it every day of the rest of her life, wants to see how much lower it can get, wants to know exactly what sounds she can pull from Moonshine.

The same sensation on the other eyebrow ruins her. As soon as the first swipe is completed Jaina’s shifting in the chair involuntarily, laughter and apologies mingling into incomprehensible mush. Moonshine doesn’t stop though, her thighs clamp tighter around Jaina’s.

“You gotta match. Don’t tell me a venerable warrior can’t handle having her eyebrows tickled?”

Jaina snorts another inelegant laugh, her leg involuntarily bouncing. Moonshine just whoops, lifts herself onto her thighs before sinking down again once Jaina stopped wriggling.

“It’ll take more’n that to unseat me.” Says Moonshine. She smiles down at Jaina, all teeth and smugness.

It’s probably not a challenge though. Jaina should be more disciplined, she doesn’t need to make everything a competition…

“How much more, would you say?”

“Why don’t you find out.” Moonshine replies and tosses her make-up bag onto the table.

Jaina rolls to the side while the bag’s still in the air. Moonshine’s quick though, anticipates it, shifts her weight the opposite direction. She’s magnificent, she’s perfect, and she’s going to lose. Jaina uses her grip on Moonshine’s thighs to tilt her backwards, Moonshine tries to wriggle away, but Jaina is too fast, lifting her own hips up to destabilise Moonshine further, then tilting sideways, rolling her off and onto the sofa beside her. She wins!

Jaina isn’t anticipating that Moonshine pulls her along for the ride. Before she can fight back, Moonshine’s fingers are skittering deftly along her sides to find the most ticklish spots, she exploits them mercilessly. Moonshine’s hands are all over her, her heavy breath in Jaina’s ear, body flexing and rising below Jaina’s. It’s everything she wanted, she can’t enjoy a moment of it. It’s war.

Jaina’s still laughing and breathless as she flips herself into Moonshine’s lap, later she’ll have the presence of mind to regret that she didn’t take time to savour the roll of their bodies together, the way it felt to lock her legs around Moonshine’s, but in the heat of it there’s no room for anything but winning. Jaina always wins, she has to, only disappointments come second. She grabs one of Moonshine’s hands, pins it to the cushion behind her. Then Jaina’s lost in Moonshine below her, the way she’s stopped fighting Jaina’s grip on her, the way she’s tilting her head up towards Jaina, her lips slightly parted, her eyes flicking to Jaina’s lips. It’s the perfect time to grab her other hand. It’s the perfect time to win. Jaina lets out a triumphant “Ha!” as she pins Moonshine’s other arm above her head..

“I win!” She’s flushed and she knows it, her hair’s mussed and she’s panting, but she’s the victor.

“I didn’t know we were wrasslin’, but I sure am happy here.” Moonshine’s breathing is heavy too. It’s gratifying to know that Jaina was a worthy adversary for her, even if she was bested.

It’s then, while Jaina’s caught in the secretive smug thoughts that Moonshine jerks her hands suddenly. Jaina slides forward, maintaining her grip, but she’s close enough to Moonshine to feel each breath.

Moonshine looks her dead in the eyes. “I reckon I could pin you.”

“Please.” It’s out of her mouth before she can stop it. Moradin, she’s completely disregarding all the rules. Moonshine has made her leave her better judgement so far behind her that she’s not sure she knows what the moral thing to do is in this situation. How could being closer to Moonshine be wrong?.

“Oh, you’d like that, would you? Me holding you down?”

“Yes.” She breathes it, can’t even bring herself to whisper it, barely dares speak it into existence.

She’s almost unaware of the motion as Moonshine rolls them from the sofa, straddles Jaina, pins her hands above her head. Jaina goes easy, doesn’t fight it, she can’t look at anything but Moonshine’s smiling, gap toothed face, can’t look away from the curve of her neck, the tilt of her full lips. Jaina wants to kiss her, more than anything she wants to kiss her. She can’t of course, it’s not right, Moonshine isn’t even aware she’s interested in courting her, she hasn’t had the chance to consider Jaina’s offer, has no idea what Jaina can provide as a partner. But it can’t stop the fact that Jaina wants and wants and wants.

“Looks like you’re at my mercy.”

Jaina nods, tenses every muscle to stop her from rocking her hips up, from pushing her head forwards hopefully.

Moonshine drops low over her. “Do I win something?” She’s so close the shape of the words ghost over Jaina’s skin.

Jaina can’t think, can’t bargain, want and need and guilt are roiling inside her and the guilt is slowly losing the battle. “Anything.” Hopefully Moonshine won’t notice how unsteady her voice is.

“I can think of something I’d like.” Moonshine releases her wrist, Jaina doesn’t move an inch. Moonshine’s hand cups her face again, make-up bag long forgotten but the tenderness still in her touch. Her thumb catches Jaina’s lower lip, drags along it. Jaina’s hips roll, involuntary, automatic, a mortifying lust filled motion. Moonshine grins. “How about you?”

Jaina nods, her traitorous lips kiss Moonshine’s thumb, pressing gently against the pad. She doesn’t want to stop, even as she tells herself she should. “Will you?”

Jaina doesn’t know what she’s asking, doesn’t need to because Moonshine’s lips are on hers, tender at first, a soft press, leaving her time to stop… she should stop. Instead, her hands are pulling Moonshine closer, her lips are parting hungrily, it’s everything she’s wanted and wanted and wanted, and Moonshine wants her right back. At least, she hopes Moonshine wants her, but why else would she be kissing her? No, she needs to pay attention, she doesn’t want to miss this, she wants to remember every second, every inch of Moonshine’s lips against hers. Maybe she can have what she wants, maybe it isn’t necessary to be constantly deprived.

Moonshine pulls away abruptly, Jaina strains upward, chasing her lips. Moonshine kisses her gently, just once more, brushes their noses together, but then pulls back again. “We shouldn’t…”

Ah. Of course. It was too good to be true. Jaina knows better than to get caught up, knows better than to think Moonshine would feel the same, but she had, and now Moonshine was hurt. “Oh. Yes. My apologies, Moonshine. I didn’t mean to cause any offence. I understand if you don’t feel able to forgive me, I can recuse myself from the band if necessa…”

Moonshine raises an eyebrow. “Lemme finish, we shouldn’t do this right now because any minute Hardwon and Bev will come barrelling through this door and we’ll never hear the end of it if we’re late because we’re necking.”

“Yes… that would. That would be embarrassing.” Her reply is tentative.

“But, I think we should pick this back up after the show.”

“I would be.” Jaina pauses. She’s not entirely sure what an appropriate reply is here. It’s too late entirely to revert to the usual procedures, but shame is welling in her stomach about the lack of formality she observed. “I would be amenable to that.” In fact, she already has some of the formalities prepared, she just needs to present them to Moonshine. “Why don’t you come back to my place?” There, that was perfectly acceptable.

Moonshine smiles broadly, “I didn’t think you’d be the type. Now c’mon, or Bev’ll be in here asking when we’re getting married.”

Jaina assumes that’s supposed to inspire fear in her, not longing. “Yes, a good point. That would be terrible.”

“Hey, you didn’t get a chance to see your make up yet.”

Jaina was far more interested in the distraction than the make-up it had distracted her from, but she goes obediently to the mirror. She’s flushed still, but the magic is plain to see.

“You… I…” Jaina’s jaw is broad, clear, and strong. Her eyebrows are bold, her lids faintly shimmering.

“Uh huh. I sure did, didn’t I? Frankly I can’t believe you ever doubted me.” Moonshine’s stood behind her, Jaina likes the shape of them together in the mirror.

“I have never, and I would never.” Jaina replies solemn and serious.

“You wouldn’t, would you?” Moonshine smiles, gently tucks a few strands of Jaina’s hair behind her ear. “Now, let’s get gone before they come a knocking, or not knocking as the case may be.”

#Sliding in just before the deadline with an #AUroulette2023 #Naddpod fic #not another dnd podcast #Moonshine Cybin #Jaina Bronzebeard #Moonshine/Jaina #Band AU

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