Bellara had come to Neve’s office some time after dinner, a habit they’d fallen into early on in their adventure. At least once per week, Bel would visit, and they’d discuss the latest serial she’d read, and Neve’s cases, and whatever else came up. She was sweet, a breath of fresh air and innocence to offset the seemingly endless hopelessness to offset Dock Town. Maybe that was another reason why Neve had taken to her so strongly.
Tonight though, Bellara had flung herself on Neve’s cot with a heavy sigh that spoke volumes about her opinions on their current situation, gods and Venatori and barely rescued Dalish clans. Neve had given her one look, and had raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms. “You know Bel, I think I have just the solution.”
It had taken a little effort, but between the wisps and the Caretaker finding her agreeable enough, there was now a platform, constructed more sturdily than the average Dock Town apartment, she could retreat to if she really needed it. It felt… Permanent. Not something she was usually willing to bet on, but with the Fade taking their wishes into account so easily, she’d been willing to make it this time. She hadn’t asked for much, just a place more comfortable than her cot, but the wisps had proven to be useful, this time.
She gestured for Bellara to follow, and her eyes went wider when she made it to the top of the narrow ladder. “Neve! This is so beautiful! When did you—” She flitted from one end of the small space, hung with curtains like a Minrathous lounge, the floor covered in low pillows and soft rugs. A place that would make even the most hardened private investigator want to curl up in comfort. The wisps had even managed to dig up a hookah that at first glance looked as at home in Minrathous as the fine pillows and curtains, but on second glance was a good deal older. It had been perfectly clean and while the Professor might have been scandalised by her blatant abuse of what was probably a relic, she couldn’t deny that it seemed to require far less maintenance than the frequency of its use would indicate.
Neve made herself comfortable while Bel hopped from one thing in the cozy space to another, a fountain of questions that were half to herself, and half speculation about the function of the Fade in this specific location. She was endearing, all excited energy, situation temporarily at the back of her mind, and Neve couldn’t help but smile to herself. After a little—while Neve occasionally looked up from preparing a herb blend, chiming in with a well timed answer when she had one—Bellara seemed to finally have wound down. The way she let herself fall back on the pillows was pronouncedly different from how she’d let herself fall onto the cot down in Neve’s office. “What are you doing?”
Neve held out the small bowl of herbs, fragrant with a hint of funk. The one thing the Lighthouse did not seem to provide, though she had spotted some interesting plants growing last time she had visited their Dwarven friend. It didn’t matter, like her fish fry, she had opinions on a hookah blend, and her preferred vendor. “Smell this.” She ignored the reaction her body had to the eagerness with which Bel responded to her requests. “Have you ever smoked a Minrathous water pipe?” Her hands followed familiar patterns, easy like calling on magic to prepare the hookah for smoking.
Beside her, Bellara shifted as she stared at Neve’s hands. “I mean, not as such, but I’ve heard about it. Not something we could really get in Arlathan, you know.” She leaned closer to the hookah, one finger hovering over the decorative shapes, “This is—” Bel took a deep breath as Neve just looked at her, amused. “No. I haven’t. But we have other things in Arlathan.” She pressed both lips together for a moment, restrained eagerness almost making her visibly vibrate. “But I’d like to try! If that’s what you’re offering I mean. Thank you, Neve.” She leaned her head on Neve’s shoulder, warm and familiar, hair tickling the side of her face and neck.
“Not a problem, Bel.” She flicked on the hookah’s heating mechanism, probably Ancient Elven and likely to send Bel into another flutter, so she kept that detail quiet, and leaned back. Bellara was still sitting at the edge of the cushions, hands on her knees, and Neve shook her head. “Come on, get comfortable.” She pat the spot beside her, and held out a hand. When Bel was finally comfortable, Neve handed her the hose, and pulled her legs up on the cushions. “Let me smoke you out. Least I can do for a sister, right?”
Time never changed in the Lighthouse, but the loft had proven its comfort, the dim, warm light and the hookah blend enough to blur everything together into a feeling of intense satisfaction like at the end of an evening shared. Bel had gone from talkative, to more talkative, to a state of intense relaxation. Even her ears had drooped as she had leaned in to Neve, her back warm to Neve’s front as they passed the pipe back and forth.
The smoke hung heavy in the air, creating patterns in the strips of light, and Neve almost absentmindedly picked at the fabric of Bel’s shirt. It was white, and always crisp, even when she’d spent hours of tinkering. Bellara’s body heat radiated through her shirt, and Neve put her hands on her waist. She could feel the way Bellara breathed in, the sudden tension of her waist when Neve slid her hands to high on Bel’s ribcage, thumbs and forefingers framing small breasts.
After a moment, Bellara relaxed into her touch, melted a little more in Neve’s lap. “Get comfortable, darling.” She played with the slit layer of fabric, weaving her fingers in and out, grazing the under layer. Bel made a small content sound, and Neve continued, pushing until she’d got her hands on Bel’s breasts. She pressed closer against Bellara, hands tight against Bel’s chest, making her gasp sharply.
Neve cooed as Bellara fidgeted against her. “Sensitive, are they? Poor thing.” She slowly let go, long fingers playing with the edges of the deep-v collar, cheek pressed to Bellara’s as she cradled her, and Bel sighed, smiling. “How about I take care of them? After all, that’s what big sisters are for, isn’t it?”
“N-Neve, I—” Bellara’s voice broke into a whine as Neve pressed a kiss, almost chaste, to her temple. Neve could feel the long shuddery breath she took reverberating through her own chest. Finally, Bellara nodded, lips pressed together. “M-hm.” She sounded small, a choked down sound, and Neve waited for her to elaborate. “Please. Yes.” It seemed like, for once, her friend was at a loss for words, her eyes darting back and forth, coming back to rest on Neve for just long enough for it to be more than casual.
She pressed another kiss to Bellara’s temple, nuzzling against Bel’s cheek affectionately. “Yeah?” Bellara was in just her shirt and the soft billowy trousers she wore, the top covered by the length of her surprisingly fine shirt. A leaning in was her answer, and Neve slid one hand down over trembling muscles, her fingers under the edge of the shirt. Bellara was quiet, except for her breathing, coming short, and the soft whining sounds she made in the back of her throat.
It was perfect, whiny and needy, and it made Neve want to put her mouth on every part of Bel she could get to. For now, though, she just slipped one hand under Bellara’s shirt, skirting across the top of her thighs. Neve trailed her fingers, let them linger, just to hear the change in breathing, the variety of sounds Bel could make. As the shifting became too much, she paused, meat of her palm resting tantalisingly high, just out of reach. “You do have to sit still. Good little sisters sit still when their big sister touches them.”
It wasn’t necessarily that Neve felt like being patient either, but the sounds Bellara made as Neve touched her asked for more, for teasing until she broke. Plus, if it meant she could dig her nails into sensitive flesh just a little bit, that was kind of a perk. When Bel fell silent, Neve pressed her lips against the shell of her ear, delicate and soft. Another squirm, and Neve flexed her hand minutely, tips of her nails pressing to soft flesh.
Bellara panted, and bit her bottom lip, eyes closed in concentration as she stilled. “Please, Neve…” The tip of her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. “Please, big sis? I’m sore.” She arched up into Neve’s hand, pressing the curve of her ribcage into the palm of Neve’s hand, and Neve groaned. “Will you touch me, please?” It was a request, but not one Neve would have been able to deny, not from Bellara, and certainly not like this.
She slid her hand higher, the other coming up underneath Bellara’s shirt too, the bunched shirt baring triangles of rosy golden skin. Later. Neve shook herself, hands sculpted to follow the line of Bellara’s breasts, small and high. “Of course, sweetheart.” Higher still, and she covered Bel’s breasts, gently pressing, while she drew more sounds from her.
“That’s right.” Another kiss, landing behind Bellara’s ear, as Neve thumbed under one nipple, barely grazing. “You’re getting so big. You look beautiful, precious.” She couldn’t resist the chance to wind her up further, whisper light as a breath against Bel’s ear. “Maybe we should show them off some time? What do you think?” She framed Bel’s small breasts with her hands, pressing them up and together, as Bel squirmed against her. “Maybe we could show Taash? What do you think? Or Davrin?”
Bellara’s breathing was getting faster, the way she ground back against Neve starting to interfere with Neve’s ability to think. “I’d love to let them play with my little sister.” She sounded rougher than she thought she would, hoarse and affected even to her own ears. “But first we’ll play together, won’t we?” She ground herself against Bellara as one hand drifted down, backs of her nails down Bel’s stomach, over the waistband of her trousers. Her whines alone were enough to make Neve want to push her over and fuck her until she couldn’t see straight, but the way she felt in her arms was perhaps even better.
Warm and solid, responsive to anything Neve did. “Fuck, Bel…” Her covered clit was hard and solid underneath her hand. With her other hand, Neve tweaked Bel’s nipple, which became a twitch of her clit. “Did I get you all worked up? Poor thing.” She stroked down, gently, cupping Bel’s mound, middle finger pressing a soft valley along it.
Bellara was panting, each breath coloured by the whine that accompanied it, her hips shaking with restraint. “Neve, I—” She bucked into Neve’s hand, pressing her mound against her palm. A kiss on her cheek silenced her, her head back against Neve’s shoulder, exposing the long line of her neck. She was so beautiful like this, in the smoky light, eyes pressed close.One hand on Bel’s mound, Neve slowly worked her way up to her neck with the other, pressing for a moment at the front of her chest. Bellara’s gasp went through her like lightning. She wouldn’t stop, but she could kiss Bel, easy as guiding her jaw to face her, and pressing her lips against Bellara’s. She swallowed Bellara’s moan as she pressed more, slid down, pressing over soft fabric, and Bel spread her legs for her.
“Fuck, let me just—” She pulled her hand away, laughter filling the small space as Bellara darted up to plant a kiss on her jaw. Once her hand was free, she undid Bellara’s trousers, shoving them down far enough to bare her to Neve. Bel was hard, straining against her underclothes, and Neve wanted nothing more than push them down and fuck her. “Let me see how good I can make you feel, darling.”
Once free, Bellara’s shaft was thick, her clit shining with wet, and reaching for the skies. Neve waited, she could wait, just a moment longer, revelling in the image of Bel like this. Her shirt was pushed up to show one small breast, her trousers pushed down and her clit out. Bellara looked at her, eyes pleading, her voice high and needy. “Please fuck me? Show me how girls fuck, big sister?”
Enough to drive anyone mad, Neve licked the palm of one hand, the other reaching for Bel’s mound, enough pressure to press down behind it, against her pussy. The sound Bel made was filthy, and Neve ground herself, soft but sensitive against Bellara’s back as she palmed her clit. “Of course, my sweetheart, my beautiful girl.” They both started moving faster, Bellara leaking against Neve’s hand as she wrapped it around her clit.
The tip of her middle finger pressed against Bel’s pussy, the flesh sensitive, her mound drawing up underneath Neve’s hand. “You’re doing so good, taking your big sister.” She pressed firmer, releasing pressure for a moment only to repeat the motion, gently fucking against Bel’s pussy. Neve could feel the tension in her groin, causing her to jerk up against Bel as she moved against her, panting and making incoherent sounds. “Come for me, baby. Come on, show your big sis how good you can be for her.”
She could feel Bellara pulse against both hands, spilling hot and wet in Neve’s hand, over her own bared stomach, the tuft of hair at the base of her shaft. She choked out something that Neve could only after a moment could parse, lost in rutting against Bellara as she chased her own high. Bellara’s thanks were enough to drive her over the edge, wet in her underwear as Bellara’s breathing was slowing, and for a moment, Neve’s vision went dark.
The smoke in the filtered light was dissipating, and Neve’s breath had finally returned to her. Bellara was still warm in her arms, contently cuddled up, breathing evenly and quietly. She could hear the chiming of a wisp coming from somewhere less distant that she liked, and Neve sighed, despite it all content. It wasn’t perfect, but perhaps for now this was enough.