Windrunner Lireesa and Valeera getting high on elf weed together and playing strip elf poker while Liardin is gone. They probably don't even make it to sex and just fall asleep on each other only to be found by one annoyed paladin wife the next morning. Do it you coward.
“What were we doing, again?” Valeera asked as she gave up on getting the second leg of her pants off and flopped back down on the pile of cushions. “Playing cards. You’re losing.” Lireesa responded with a languid chuckle as she eyed Valeera’s now mostly-naked body appreciatively. Valeera snorted as she looked down at the cards she was holding. “Oh, right. It’s my deal.” “Mmm...in a moment.” Lireesa responded, reaching for one of the four hoses coming from the rather extravagant hookah Valeera had talked them into purchasing. It had been a very worthwhile purchase, as it turned out. “You’re only winning because you have like...a million years more experience than I do.” One of Lireesa’s brows shot up in response to that and she exhaled slowly. “That’s not what you said last night.” Valeera rolled her eyes and finally managed to kick her way out of her leggings before she moved across their array of snacks a little more carefully than she might have normally to plop down on Lireesa, straddling her lap with a little smirk. “What’d I say last night?” She asked with a smirk. “I don’t remember.” Lireesa chuckled again and lowered herself back onto her elbows as she looked up at Valeera, her eyes half-lidded and her smile soft and easy. “Don’t stop, harder...‘fuck’ was a real contender as well if I recall correctly.”
“I know the memory is one of the first things to go,” Valeera responded, not at all embarrassed by Lireesa’s faultless recollection. “It’s okay.”
Valeera glanced down in response to the sensation of the cool gold of the hookah tip trailing slowly up the front of her body, and she felt well and truly spoiled as she sat there against Lireesa and took a deep drag from it. Lireesa didn’t seem to mind if the way her free hand was wandering was any clue as to what she was feeling. But Lireesa’s eyes were also wandering, truth be told. Wandering to the basket of honey bread that was just out of her reach. A basket that Valeera was all too happy to pull closer and share with her until they were both too blissfully gone and stuffed to make much more of the night.
They only barely made it to the couch - both of them assisting each other as various obstacles got in their way - until they were tangled together comfortably, albeit a little awkwardly. Both of their laughter was trailing off into breathless wheezing. “I don’t really think you’re that old, you know...” Valeera offered as her head came to rest against Lireesa’s chest.
“You do,” Lireesa responded simply. “But I think you might be into it.” “Do you think so?” Valeera asked, feigning genuine curiosity with very little real conviction.
“Mm.” And that was the last attempt at speech either of them got out of each other before they were both out.
The last thing Liadrin expected to do when she got home so early the next morning the sun hadn’t even had a chance to rise was trip on a pair of boots in the middle of the floor.
She grumbled quietly as she tried to focus her vision a bit better in an attempt to take in her surroundings.
She was appalled.
There were cards strewn about the floor. An assortment of nuts scattered across a blanket in the middle of it. At least the hookah hadn’t tipped over, she supposed...
And then she looked over at the sofa and realized what she was actually looking at after a moment or two. Lireesa in an undershirt and breeches and Valeera in nothing more than a pair of panties that had likely never come off the prior night.
As exhausted as she was and as much as she hated a mess, she couldn’t help but smile on her way over.
“Let’s get you two to bed.” She said quietly as she reached into the pile of them and managed to pull each of them up so they were sitting.
Valeera groaned in protest and flopped into Lireesa’s side as she only shut her eyes more tightly in defiance. “Carry me.”
“Me, too.” Lireesa agreed softly, though her eyes were open and she was looking right at her wife when she said it.
They shuffled towards the bedroom then - Valeera over one of Liadrin’s shoulders and full of half-hearted complaints about how that’s not what she’d meant, and Liadrin’s arm around Lireesa’s waist at her other side.
“She called me old, you know...” Lireesa said as she sat down on the edge of the bed to watch Liadrin remove the court clothing she’d been wearing.
The tired, muffled chuckle from the opposite side of bed told them both that Valeera wasn’t all that repentant.
“Oh?” Liadrin asked with a sly smile. “That’s not what she said last night.”