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Lana Del Rey | Behind Closed Doors
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The Truth|| Tybalt and Lavinia
It’s been too long since she’s seen Tybalt. Lavinia kept hoping that he wouldn’t rub Tobias or Finch the wrong way, but that’s tough. She knows how he is. Ever since Tobias found out about her, ever since she lost control of her suppression, Lavinia had been avoiding people. Avoiding the press, avoiding the tributes, the mentors. As far as anyone knew, she was ill with the flu. That’s what it seemed like, at least. No one knew what had happened between her and Tobias. Nobody needed to know.
Except Tybalt. He probably wouldn’t believe her at first, either-- not if she was on tethalene, at least. So she played with her schedule, worked it out so that it would be out of her system by the time that evening hit. Lavinia asked the guards that were otherwise always surrounding her to take the evening off, that she just wanted some time alone. And they listened.
The walk to the tunnels was familiar. She ran her hand along the grimy wall, knowing just where they would meet. Lavinia had passed a small note to his quarters today, nothing that the peacekeepers would notice. She waited at the end of the tunnel she had met him in the previous time, feeling the last of the tethalene work its way out of her system. The cold sweat and the nausea went away, leaving her blood to heat up and creep through her veins like a heater. The cool dampness in the air was more prominent to her now, prickling the hairs on her arms. It was strange, strange and a little terrifying, but she would wait. Tybalt needed to know.
Infected // Repo! The Genetic Opera
How much of it’s genetics? How much of it is fate? How much of it depends on the choices that we make? He says I have her eyes, did I also inherit his shame? Is heredity the culprit? Can I stop it, or am I a slave?
Passive Aggressive|| Lavinia and Tobias
Tobias let his mind wander to his secret encounters with Alaric as he followed Lavinia. They had always been heated, Alaric was not gentle. He felt his blood stir at the memories, but tried to push them aside. He does not want me anymore. It’s for the better. Perhaps it is time I used my wife for her intended purposes.
The tenderness of her kiss caught him off guard. Tobias froze under the touch at first, unsure how to reciprocate. Any time Alaric had decided to kiss him it had been hungry, unflinching need in his lips, his teeth and tongue claiming him. Lavinia was soft, gentle. Her lips were a question awaiting an answer. Somehow Tobias found his hands at her waist, his lips pursing against hers to answer.
Lavinia wasn't used to that song and dance-- Tybalt was gentle, even beneath the fire and passion that came with him. And with the typical restraints they had to deal with-- no visible love marks-- it was only when they were alone in Ember Island that her neck and shoulders could be painted so.
Had she not been intoxicated, Lavinia might have noticed the momentary hesitation at her lightness. "You remember how to treat a lady, don't you?" She murmured against his lips, though, teasing. Her words were merely slipping from the wine, but in any case, Lavinia was willing to let Tobias guide her.
Returning the Favor|| The Arathalds
"Without me, he would be tearing down our walls, gathering forces to take the city and wage war all over again!" Tobias growled, "And since when do you give two shits about my son? I’m surprised you remember his name, all the good you’ve done him in his life so far."
He still had a firm hold of her hair, and he didn’t intend to let her go until she had succumbed to him. Sudden heat flared up from her palm and Tobias roared in pain, releasing her to step back a few paces.
Once the shock of the burn had subsided, he looked up at Lavinia with a glare that could chill even the strongest men. “You… You lying wench!!”
Where had that come from? Lavinia raised her hands to her face, bewilderment etched across her face. "But I'm not a bender," she whispered softly, though there was a heat lapping at her insides that she could remember from years before. It was familiar, but it wasn't comforting. Not when she saw the way Tobias looking at her. She flinched at his words, staggering to get to her feet.
"T-Tobias, listen to me," she pleaded, putting her hands before her in an attempt to keep the distance between them. Spirits, he looked like he was ready to kill her. "Tobias, please, ask Finch, ask Finch, he knows-- I was put on tethalene before, I was taken off of it when I was fourteen because I couldn't bend anymore, I'm not a liar, I'm not a bender, please..."
She was spitting out her explanation quickly, backing herself toward the door. There was nowhere to go, she knew, but she put her hand on the knob anyway, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. Lavinia needed to calm down-- it was the only way she would be able to try to control herself again, she knew, but with the impending threat, Lavinia could barely breath. Her hand warmed the knob, but she couldn't feel the heat beneath her hands.
Where our story begins. {Part 1}
"Air. Water. Earth. Fire.
When I was a child, my grandfather told me the story of Avatar Aang and Avatar Korra, when balance was restored not once, but twice. Republic City was built, and for several years, we overcame wars and thrived in peace and harmony.
But after Korra's lifetime, balance began to shift as the Equalists and their cause grew stronger. When Dr. Corbel Finchel began to mass produce Tethalene, a suppressant used against benders, the tables were turned. The new Avatar, Lian Shu, was seized at the beginning of the uprising, and Ianthus Arathald became the first non-bending leader of the Four Nations."
Red is literally Lavinia's color, other than purple. She used to wear it a lot more when she lived with her family, but she still wears dashes of red, whether it be on her nails, her lips, her heels, etc.
Passive Aggressive|| Lavinia and Tobias
Tobias watched the hair fall to her shoulders, admiring the curl for it’s aesthetic beauty. He admitted silently that he’d never truly felt any chemical attraction to her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t admire her. Or maybe it was just the wine starting to sink in.
He allowed her to take his hands, standing to follow. What am I doing? He didn’t give himself too much time to think as he matched steps behind her. She knows this means nothing as well as I do. He could hear the wine in her laugh, but he didn’t really mind. In a moment of rare spontaneity, he grabbed the bottle of wine from the table, bringing it with him. It couldn’t hurt.
Lavinia walked with him, hand twined in one of his, doing her best to walk without bumping into anything too precious on the way over. Heels, they were a bad idea when wine warmed the system, but they made it to the bathroom without far too much trouble. Lavinia shut the door behind them, leaning against it and pulling Tobias in for as soft of a kiss as the wine would allow. She held onto his shoulders now, worried she might lose her balance. Lavinia forgot how it felt to be with Tobias, could only recall being with Tybalt. Right now, though, anyone's touch would make Lavinia feel a little less alone.
Firebending
Story time~
Lavinia was born into an extremely anti-bender family. Her parents found out early on that Lavinia could fire bend, and went to the Finchel's when they began to manufacture Tethalene. Lavinia was 5 when she began to take low doses of Tethalene, though the dosages raised to a higher constant until she was 12. At the same time, Lavinia was taught restraint, which is where her calm demeanor derives from. Lavinia was always played off as being sick, as the Tethalene did cause her to become ill from time to time. Her parents were relentless, though, and wouldn't allow Lavinia to stop taking dosages until they and the Finchel's came to the agreement that Lavinia wasn't showing signs of the ability to bend.
After being weaned off of Tethalene, the Vespers put that and Lavinia's suppressed bending behind them. She didn't have to take part in Reapings, and generally continued to practice restraint. Lavinia never tried to regain her use of bending, in fear of being put back on Tethalene once again, or worse, exposing her family, and being forced to join the other children in Reapings.
The only ones who ever knew about her ability to bend were her family and the Finchel's. No one else needed to know about it, especially Tobias. Lavinia had no issue with keeping herself restrained, as she had been suppressing her bending independently for so long, she never knew how to tap back into it.
But certain changes have lead Lavinia to begin to lose her control on her suppression. Even if she has always had certain animosity toward Tobias, she had never voiced her anger, nor become physical because of it. Her ability to fire bend is starting to come back to her, but she can't control it, and she didn't want to lose her grip on her restraint in the first place.
Quite honestly, Lavinia didn't even think it was possible for her bending to resurface.
Returning the Favor|| The Arathalds
"I am not manipulating him, I am guiding him. He’s no normal child, he cannot just run around and do as he pleases! He has a role to play, a duty to fulfill, and without me he would be nothing.” He glared at her, unflinching and formidable. She would not win this, he wouldn’t allow it. She was his wife, he was superior.
"I did not lose control. I knew precisely what I was doing and it worked. He was the one that was out of control, not I. Now he is under control once more. It was necessary.” He glared at her, his gaze nothing but ice. “You do know what he’s capable of, don’t you? The damage he could do if he lost control? I had to hit him to bring him back to reality or else he would have spiraled out of control. Don’t you dare pretend you know why I had to do what I did, or what my purposes were.”
He took another step towards her, peering down at her with a curled lip. “If I hit him, what? You’ll do the same to me? Oh, I’m terrified. Utterly frightened. I am in command of four nations, Lavinia. Everyone reports to me." Tobias reached forward to take a grip of her hair from behind, holding her so she had to keep her face towards him. "I hold the power, not you."
"Without you he wouldn't be in this mess. Without you, maybe he'd have some better fucking parents." Lavania had succumbed to letting the swears fall into her speech, unsure of how else to project her anger without trying to hit him again. "I do understand what he's capable of, Tobias, and I also understand that your own stupidity is probably what had gotten him that worked up."
There was something vile in the feeling in her gut. She shut her lips tight as Tobias grabbed her by the hair, glaring up at him. Lavinia was everything but this; she was restrained, she was compliant, and she never allowed her emotions to get the best of her, even if she was brooding over something. But she couldn't do that now. She couldn't bring herself to stay controlled.
There was a fire inside her, and it lit an old flame in her core. Without knowing just what she was doing, Lavinia grabbed the arm that was yanking her hair, and a fire flared from her palm, burning Tobias' skin. She fell when he released her, the flame dissipating as she realized what she had just done. "Tobias-" She started, stuttering. heart pounding in her ears as fear coiled up her spine. Whether it be fear of her husband, or fear of the fire that she had just produced, she wasn't sure of. "T-Tobias, I'm sorry--"
Meandering Thoughts|| Drabble
Lavinia laid in bed, naked back mapping the soft pleats of the black silk spread below her. She looked up at the ceiling in the dark, the faintest sheet of light coming in through her window, which overlooked the back gardens. Night was well-past fallen, yet neither Ronin nor Tobias were in the presidential palace. They never seemed to be present here, not when Lavinia was still far from sleep.
For that, Lavinia was grateful.
Lavinia’s hands were beginning to touch familiar skin, fingers guiding themselves up to her breasts. She ran lazy patterns along the flesh as she closed her eyes, her thoughts falling back to something more pleasant. Tybalt only laid her so when they were alone on Ember Island, laying on similar exquisite sheets as these, his hot calloused hands caressing every inch of her body. He would have nuzzled against her here, beard tickling her skin as he pressed a kiss just below her bosom.
And if it were Tobias? Oh, she never recoiled at the thought, but the fantasy was a little more inclement. He wouldn’t caress her so, not like Tybalt, rather his hands gracing her breasts, a thumb moving across a puckered nipple until he bent his head down, mouth enclosing around the sensitive area. And it’d all run down to this ounce of control, because any strong suckle produced from his mouth would cause Lavinia to writhe beneath him, feeling a warmth inside her that laced and dabbled into her ever-present hatred for her husband.
But to have him over her for that moment, her hips coming off the bed as his hands found her womanhood… a hand moved down, grazing past her navel before she finally touched between her legs, fingers reaching out to just barely ghost across her lower lips. And if he did it just like this, palm placed just before her womanhood, fingers making the lightest runs across her sensitivity?
"Please," she would breath, seething with the barest amount of self-loathing as she gave in to this game, laying her head back as his lips moved away from her breast, the warmth of his breath now tickling the skin of her neck. "Please—”
His teeth would close across her soft skin, a gentle pull causing Lavinia to gasp, pleads faltering as she felt his fingers slip into her slick sex.
Never was it that he made a mark on her, though, nor did he ever play any game with her, either. It was only Tybalt, who would settle at the foot of the bed, spreading her legs to kiss her bare inner-thighs. His hands would be the ones that pulled her just inches closer, closing in the space between his mouth and her womanhood. Lavinia’s fingers were finally reaching against her clit, circling it as she remembered every first night on Ember Island. She and Tybalt didn’t need to leave her beach house. Nose against her clit, his tongue guiding along her womanhood, Lavinia could only sit up for moments before she had to lay back. Her muscles would clench as Tybalt’s tongue ran across her, breathing out his name between moans.
This is the image Lavinia wanted to hold onto as she rubbed her clit, but she kept going back to the intangible thoughts of Tobias. She let out a whine as her own fingers quickened, pleasure escalating and her own insecurity on the matter washing away as she let the image settle and bloom. To have him lay beside her, fingers working rhythmically, his mouth nibbling and marking her neck-- Lavinia sucked in a breath, shuddering as her climax came. Riding it, Lavinia let her legs begin to relax, turning on her side. The wave of guilt that had receded just moments ago washed itself back ashore, but there was a pleasant warmth in her abdomen that made her feel otherwise. He was her husband, after all, and she couldn't deny that she had laid like this and came to the thought of him over her on more than one occasion.
She could live with it, and she would.
Behind Closed Doors
Crave You {Flight Facilities}
Settle Down {Kimbra}
Suggestions {Orelia Has Orchestra}
Lies {Marina and the Diamonds}
Bloodstream {Stateless}
Wish You Were Here {Pink Floyd}
Unconditionally {Katy Perry}
Titanium {David Guetta}
{Listen Here}
“Thanks, Mom.” Ronin said quietly, before he could think better of it.