LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 29 – Sealing Their Fate
The conversation with Catarina had done wonders for Elana’s nerves. With another push, she could have herself a cute little companion and perhaps more.
All things considered, Elana wasn’t sure how much of a pervert her friend was. It was hard to tell. Catarina was almost always unreadable and far too reasonable to be flustered by surprise attacks.
Even if Elana did show her sweaty feet in Catarina’s face, and it just happened to be the exact thing the girl wanted, she doubted her friend would as much as raise an eyebrow.
It was fascinating. Elana couldn’t recall meeting anyone like that before. While considering the future, she began searching for Moira while Catarina drifted towards the old group of friends. The tiny woman still paid attention to the sleazy bunch that had been old Elana’s friends. Catarina simply considered it prudent to keep them on a leash.
Before Elana could search, she was surprised by the coarse, tired voice of Moira coming from behind her.
“You look awfully chipper.”
Elana put on her best smile and twirled around. “And you look-” She had wanted to say ravishing, but. “Did you sleep at all?”
The dark circles under Moira’s eyes were a clear enough answer. She scoffed, then rubbed her face. “Do I look like I did?” There was a healthy dose of venom in Moira’s voice. “I can’t even hide it. The fucking make-up is too fucking expensive!”
“Well, you still look great.” Elana shrugged, telling the truth. Despite everything, Moira was shining brightly.
“Don’t give me that shit.” A growl came back. “I know how I look. The fuckers didn’t even let me finish myself off. They came at the sunrise and banged on the door until my eardrums were about to pop.”
“Duo?” Elana glanced at the centre of the commotion, where both fools were making rousing speeches. “Maybe I should…”
“Don’t. You’ll be caught.” Moira rubbed her tired eyes, then winced. “Hey.” She used the same arm to poke Elana’s side, then raised her fingers to her rival’s lips. “Still have a taste on them. The fuckers didn’t let me clean myself. I saw how you looked at my fingers yesterday.”
“Oh, wow. You are more abrasive than usual. I would have thought you could rub yourself to an orgasm, at least.” Elana did, in fact, give a lick on the tip of Moira’s index finger. “Salty. Not much of a taste.” She smacked her lips. “I think it is all sweat.”
Moira looked at her fingertip, “Yeah. Probably.” She sighed before pushing the spot Elana had licked against her lips and kissing it. “I did try to wipe the wetness before opening the doors.”
The simple action made Elana’s heart race. “Was that on purpose?” She couldn’t tell. Was Moira teasing her?
However, Moira’s reaction proved otherwise. She blushed and glared at the finger in anger. “Don’t say anything, and I won’t mention your little stunt yesterday.”
This had to mean Moira was… Elana’s heart began pounding. She felt shortness of breath. “While I acted in the heat of the moment, I can say that the results are great.” She leaned closer, letting her presence burn against Moira’s. “Was thinking about me enjoyable?”
Moira’s face twisted in displeasure. “You could have had so much more. Great, my ass. You are seething with regret.”
“A simple error.” Elana almost flinched. “I was…” Was there a decent explanation? She hadn’t thought that far. Elana had thought they would ignore the topic.
Moira fluttered her eyelashes and put on a cute, curious expression. “Saving yourself for a more romantic moment?” She lowered her voice to a sultry, lustful tone. “...With me, perhaps?”
While Elana wouldn’t admit feeling anything aloud, she was done running. Instead of retreating, she placed an arm on Moira’s and pulled the woman closer, letting their bodies brush against each other. “Aren’t you flattering yourself too much?” She tilted her head, feeling the shudder her touch sent through her rival’s body.
Moira felt silent. Her eyes darted from side to side. “We are in the middle of a gathering.” She reminded.
“I think you don’t need much more than a touch.” Elana guided her fingers under the hem of Moira’s jacket, then the blouse beneath. “So smooth.” She slid her digit over her rival’s side.
“Fuck!” Moira bit her lip and put her hands on Elana’s upper arms as if trying to push her away. “You are playing dirty.”
“Always.” Elana was distracted. Her finger was replaced by her arm. She knew people around them noticed the strange behaviour, but she wanted to have more… More everything.
“Elana, don’t.” Moira hissed but didn’t pull back. If anything, she pressed closer. “You are abusing my situation.” Her heavy breath washed over Elana.
“Did you expect anything else?” Elana pushed her hand deeper under Moira’s blouse and let it travel towards her rival’s back. “Or is this exactly what you wanted?”
“Nnn~!” Moira’s fingers cramped into Elana’s upper arms. “You can’t prove that.” She closed her eyes and parted her lips.
Was this an invite for a kiss? Elana’s other arm sought the way under Moira’s garb to have more of the divine skin. She decided to ignore anything else.
The girl she… Elana’s mind halted, then resumed. The girl she lov-. She still couldn’t freely admit it. But it didn’t matter. Elana already knew. It was time to decrease their distance even more.
“STOP YOU FIEND!”
Elana leaned closer. She didn’t close her eyes, fearing to miss a second of the kiss.
“SHE IS ASSAULTING THE LADY!”
This memory would stay with her forever. Elana was just a moment away from their lips touching-
-When something impacted her side. The force was strong enough to push her out of Moira’s arms, making Elana stumble away from her woman of dreams.
Elana closed her eyes, then opened them. Whoever it had been, she would have their life. Readying her magic, Elana turned towards the attacker.
To find Moira’s raging form already standing before the Prince. “You dared?” Her voice was not loud but sticky and chilling.
However, Elana could feel it. It was better to not approach Moira at this moment. She sent a pitying look towards her fiance.
Even if Moira didn’t have his life now, she would make sure his life would be miserable. Moira was good at that.
