#oraia x rogue

[abrushwithdeath]

@dhampiravidi "Nice to meet you. I'm Oraia Levantinis: goddess, medium, art dealer. You might've heard that I'm the Hellfire Club's Grey Queen...but I hope my association with them doesn't hurt our conversation." The woman, who looked to be in her thirties, smiled and looked Anna Marie over approvingly.

She most certainly had hear of the Grey Queen. Even so, Anna Marie knew very little about her, just the basics. Which... were mostly what Oraia was giving to her now. "Rogue," She introduced herself shortly, though she was sure her name was already known. "An' who ya are won't hurt the conversation none unless ya want it to," She assured the other woman, looking her over all the same. She assumed, after all, that Oraia was looking at her to size her up. She really wasn't looking for a fight, but if the goddess was here to start one, Rogue would gladly carry through with it. She wasn't apt to turn down a fight, after all. "Speakin' of... what, exactly, is this conversation about?" Simple pleasantries? She doubted as much. If she worked with the Hellfire Club, then Oraia was probably here to make a deal or ask for something from her. Right? But what? Or maybe Rogue was just being a little paranoid.

#dhampiravidi #( Oraia x Rogue ) #((Sorry that Roguey is immediately thinking ''Am I gonna have to fight her?''- it's automatic. She can't help it xD))

[dhampiravidi]

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Jayn: heir to a vast fortune, fighter. Verses: DC Comics, Royal/Regency, Queen of the South, Grishaverse, Western, Suits. generous, creative, faithful, loving, bossy, nosy. FC: Tessa Thompson.

Naela: she just wants adventure and love. Verses: canon GoT/ASoiAF, Rhaegar Lives AU, D&D. optimistic, honest, philosophical, careless, restless. FC: Tristin Mays.

Achilles: the Hellenic/Greek hero from The Iliad (canon). Verses: Mythology, Modern, Call of Duty, D&D, X-Men/Marvel. courageous, confident, quick-tempered, protective, moody. FC: Taylor Kitsch.

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Skadi: half-Jotun, half-Asgardian. Verses: Marvel, Call of Duty, D&D. compassionate, inventive, independent, blunt, distrusting. FC: Olga Kurylenko.

Oraia: daughter of Poseidon and Nephthys, nymph. Verses: Marvel, SPN, Urban Fantasy, The Old Guard, Pirates of the Caribbean, Shadowhunters/TSC, D&D. flirtatious, easygoing, sociable, impulsive. FC: Hannah John-Kamen.

Hestia: sweet, badass martial artist. Verses: X-Men/Marvel, Hunger Games. witty, lively, inquisitive, anxious, accepting. FC: Kristin Kreuk.

Rose: John Constantine’s space-time magician of a daughter (canon). Verses: DC Comics, The Mummy/historical, D&D. loyal, intelligent, protective, intuitive, hardworking, manipulative. FC: Antonia Thomas.

Aurelia: a Gryffindor who chose Slytherin. Verse: Harry Potter (Marauders or Golden Trio era). persuasive, amusing, loyal, protective, bossy, jealous. FC: Precious Lee.

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Eugenia: Bonnie Bennett’s second cousin. Verses: Vampire Diaries. loyal, determined, practical, vengeful, secretive. FC: Kylie Bunbury.

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[dhampiravidi]

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall (For Oraia 👀)

The State of New York (and a bunch of other local governments around the world) had issued an order telling everyone to stay indoors because some creepy domineering beings were trying to conquer the planet...as usual. Just about every hero was doing their part to fight off the invading threat and keep structures that housed civilians from collapsing.

Anna Marie aka Rogue was one of these heroes. But while she was in the air, engaged in battle, a creature caught her off-guard and tackled her into the Atlantic Ocean. They slammed through part of the seafloor, and the creature sank its venomous fangs into the heroine's shoulder. Somehow, Oraia had killed the thing, given her lover "nectar supplied by Dionysos himself", and then hurried off. Anna Marie quietly thanked her, then rocketed up into the air to take care of more invaders.

Within twenty minutes or so, the alien creatures had retreated. According to S.W.O.R.D, there was no sign of them near the Milky Way, which was good. But Anna couldn't stop thinking about Oraia as she used her strength to help clean up. When everyone seemed busy, she snuck off and looked around. People were leaving the area that Oraia had rushed to guard, so Anna Marie went there.

The goddess was clutching at a damaged wall, cursing under her breath. Her blazer had been slashed and stabbed in several places, her knee-length skirt was more of a sarong hanging on by a thread, and her pointed heels were missing.

"Oraia? You okay?"

"I'm fine." Anna Marie stopped, shocked at the edge in the typically-playful woman's voice. Against her better judgement, she continued to approach until she'd touched Oraia's shoulder. Oraia stiffened. "When I was younger...my lust, my rage...I let it control me. I can kill so easily, Anna. My father's side--look at the myths. They just do it because they can."

"Ya saved me today. Me n' who knows how many else."

"I know. Just--fuck." Oraia slipped the glove off of her hand and stuck it under her own skirt, pressing Anna's fingers against the damp spot in her panties. "Now do you understand?" It was only the second time that Anna had really looked at the woman with such shock and awe. And yet, she could relate to her.

"Ain't the only one who's dangerous." Anna Marie guided Oraia's face to hers using her free hand, and kissed the woman, tongue finding its way past her lips. The X-Woman swore she heard a growl before her lover pinned her against the brick wall, searing hungry, wild kisses into every area of skin that wasn't on display. "Shit--" She managed to get her knee between Oraia's legs, and the goddess merely rutted against it. The brunette's hands went straight to Anna's breasts, groping and squeezing enough to make her moan. "Goddamn you!"

Oraia didn't expect the mortal woman to overpower her, flipping them so their positions were reversed. Anna leaned in, pressing her knee hard against Oraia's hot, wet cunt, making her lover whimper. Both of them had superhuman strength, but Anna was stronger. She was able to hold Oraia's wrists above her head without any trouble.

"Don't tease--" The goddess looked feral. She trembled, trying to get some friction against her crotch even while her eyes were locked on Anna Marie's generous, sweet-tipped breasts. Oraia's tongue flicked out to lick her lips, like it usually did when she was horny. Anna's resolve nearly crumbled right there, but she held strong.

"Ah can tease ya all Ah fuckin' want, sugah--" Her eyes softened, pitying the older woman. After all, she'd been on the other end, the needy end, of things plenty of times. "Won't, though." Her ungloved hand moved into Oraia's panties and slowly began to rub in soft, gentle circles--

"Faster!!" she screamed, not caring how her voice echoed around the devastated block.

"Ya sure?"

"I can take it," Oraia hissed. Anna Marie paused, then furiously worked her fingers against Oraia's clit. If someone had been able to see everything, they would've thought Anna's hand was vibrating, despite the woman pushing her hips forward to meet it. "Oh, oh, mmh, ohmy--AHH!" She came hard, and yet she kept rutting against Anna's hand, trying to get the thing where she needed it. Thankfully, her lovely domina was kind enough to shove three strong, deft fingers in Oraia's slick cunt. When simply curling them wasn't enough, she fucked her at a speed that probably would've permanently wrecked anyone else she knew. Anna was getting wet herself, just imagining getting railed like that. Oraia panted and took what she was given, until she gave a little whimper and came hard again, clenching around Anna's fingers as a tear ran down her cheek.

When all was said and done, the goddess kissed Anna Marie, soft and sweet. "Hey...you gonna be okay?" Oraia smiled.

"Assuming no one heard me and got it all on camera...yes. But I guess I could always buy it off them and send it to you as a thank you. Speaking of...do you want to soak in some water, or would you like me to fuck you like you did me? After you're done here, I mean." She was still Artemisia Stavros to the public, the pretty, charitable human who happened to be pro-Homo sapien superior. If her identity was revealed, it'd be harder for her to interact with the world the way she preferred.

"Ya gonna have that Barolo Ornato?" Anna asked, grinning as she remembered the red wine Oraia had introduced her to in Morrocco.

"I already bought two bottles. You act like I wasn't planning on seeing you again..."

"Fine. See ya in...two hours?"

"Sounds good. Fix your shirt." Oraia was through a portal before Anna Marie looked down and saw the hints of her excitement. She groaned--two damn hours before Ah'm gettin' off. At least she was alive, and the world hadn't ended yet.

#oraia: thread #hehe #abrushwithdeath #thanks for the ask!

[dhampiravidi]

a goddess and her chosen

Oraia Levantinis (my OC) x @abrushwithdeath's Rogue..

They stumbled out of the portal, kissing hard and fast until they fell back onto a bed in Oraia's Singapore bungalow. The goddess would've forgotten to close the magical aperture if the loud sounds of Moroccan nightlife hadn't been so distracting. She did away with the portal in a single thought and finally broke the hungry kiss Anna Marie had trapped her in, just enough to speak.

"Look at you, wearing the dress I bought, letting me ruin your makeup," she murmured, straddling the other woman's hips, "You really are something to behold. Will you let me--"

"Fuck, God, yes!" Anna Marie tried to yank Oraia into a kiss by tugging on the front of her blouse, but because she'd used a bit more strength than she'd meant to, the garment ripped. "Ah...Ah didn't--" The brunette laughed.

"I can get naked. I just thought you wanted more foreplay." True to her word, she stood and stripped off her torn blouse, revealing that she hadn't worn as much as a bralette underneath. That caught the attention of the woman on the bed, who inhaled sharply and propped herself up on her elbows, enjoying the show. Oraia carefully took off her strappy shoes, which got tossed to the side along with her pants and underwear, then went back to straddling her date. She cocked her head to the side and slowly began rolling her hips, never once making a sound or breaking eye contact. Anna Marie huffed and began to push herself up off of the mattress, earning herself another laugh from the goddess.

"What now?"

"What were you about to do?"

"Get things goin'. What about you?"

"I won't do anything you don't want. If you tell me to stop, I will. That being said...I'm used to controlling and caring for. Dominating. Rogue, have you ever slept with someone as strong as you, or stronger?" Bright green eyes widened in shock. She hadn't forgotten that her date was a goddess--it was hard to forget when they used portals instead of Uber--but she had forgotten that part of their unique situation. "Does pain make you cum?" God. The question almost did, since she'd had a few dreams where she got to see those soft, lovely lips saying that word. "Rogue. Answer, please."

"No. Ah'm not into that."

"Okay. The rest, I can find out for myself. Can you get up, please?" She did, figuring that Oraia was going to unzip her. And that sort-of happened, except partway through, Oraia got impatient and tore the thing down the middle. Shocked, she pulled the rest of the fabric off and turned--to find the crazy woman smirking and holding a knife that could've come from a museum. "Do I have to ruin your underwear, too?" You already have.

Anna Marie obediently stripped, and by the time she was done, the knife was gone. Oraia was looking at her with something like barely restrained anger, and somehow she understood that she was supposed to lie down on her back. Her partner followed immediately after, using her knee to part Anna's legs. She put her hands on the X-Woman's toned stomach, gently rubbing. Her touch was nothing compared to the hungry look in her eyes.

"How long ya' plannin' t'tease me?" Anna Marie managed, starting to feel so sexually frustrated. She'd started to get wet maybe five minutes ago when they'd left the club. Oraia had pinned her up against a brick wall and kissed all the negroni off her lips. She wasn't desperate, but she wasn't beyond asking for it, either. Just say it. "Hurry up and fuck me, 'Raya," she groaned. Hm...She unhooked her bra, baring the sizeable breasts that Oraia had not-so-subtly shown an interest in before. It was like she'd opened a lion's cage.

The goddess kissed her again, fast and hard like before, but then she moved down, pressing kisses to the soft skin of Anna's neck and collarbone until the woman beneath her let out a little gasp. "Fucking perfect already, and then you've got these..." Oraia took Anna Marie's breasts in her hands, and lovingly groped them, occasionally using the back of her nails to tease their pink tips. Green eyes widened, then grew heavy as the belle moaned and began rubbing herself against her lover's knee, fingers dug deep into the mattress.

"Good...so fucking good. Eísai theá ópos ki eména [You're a goddess just like me]," Oraia purred. She didn't stop until Anna Marie's breath started to hitch, accompanied by all the wetness that she'd smeared against the light brown skin of Oraia's knee. Then she let go, looking sympathetic when the younger woman whimpered in protest. "Shh, I've got you. You're gonna cum real soon." She moved down and gave each of the stiff pink nipples a hard suck, pulling two more moans and whimpers out of Anna before she pressed her lips to Anna's lower ones.

"You really like teasin' a woman, don'tcha?" Anna Marie huffed.

"I was just saying hello," Oraia replied sweetly, sitting up on her knees. "One question, then I'll fuck you. No more teasing."

"Fine wit' me."

"Oral, anal, fingers, or dick? Though I guess the second one needs to be more specific...anyway. Unless...have you done this before?"

"Yeah, Ah have," Anna said simply. Kind of her to ask, considering she's got five thousand years of experience on me either way. "Uh...don't mind if ya use your tongue or your fingers. How big's the toy?" Oraia bit her lip, and that was the first time Anna Marie saw the other woman look at a loss for words.

"...my species can shapeshift. We don't look at gender the way humans do, so--"

"So you're sayin', if Ah wanted to ride you, really ride you...we could do that?"

"Absolutely." The usual smile was back, now that there was clearly interest where there could've been repulsion.

"Can we save that fo' next time? If-"

"Yes. So what's for tonight?"

---

It was, quite possibly, the hardest and the most exhilarating thing Oraia had ever done in her 5544 years of life. She'd introduced her lovely new friend to 69ing, since they were both around the same height, and Anna Marie said that she felt bad about cumming on her own twice before (Oraia nearly got off just on watching that beautiful woman orgasm, but who was she to refuse sex?). So, Anna was doing her best to lap at the glistening v above her. The only problem was that Oraia had decided she was going to ruin her belle for everyone else.

Even though she'd sunk down on her knees, low enough to touch Anna's face, the goddess refused to be distracted from her meal. She ate her out like she was giving sloppy kisses, brushing her lips across the sensitive, soft skin and suckling the clit on occasion. In other words, Anna Marie was sobbing, body involuntarily fighting to close her muscular, shapely thighs around that fucking mouth. But the superheroine (for once) wasn't strong enough. Oraia held her thighs down with ease, and the thought of her holding her down while she fucked her a thousand different ways was what made Anna Marie cum hard, so hard that she squirted. Oraia finally pulled away. Well, shit.

Seconds later, they were gazing into each other's eyes, one woman with a much messier face than the other--both smiling.

"You're hot, Rogue. You're really...something."

"Mm. Ah guess Ah should be thankin' you." She frowned. "Ya haven't cum yet. Roll over."

"Excuse me?"

"Ya think you're the only one that can show a girl a good time?" She scoffed. "Ah would'a come through for ya if ya hadn't been distractin' me an' all. So c'mon, move." She hiked her leg up, over the other woman's, and tried to turn them over. To her surprise, Oraia let her. "Are you done f'the night o' somethin'?" She tried not to sound as disappointed as she felt.

"No...I've just decided that I don't mind bottoming if you're on top," the goddess said with a grin, making the other woman blush, "I've never been worshipped before..."

"Yeah, well, get used to it."

#oraia: headcanon #abrushwithdeath #admin #yeah so that happened #thanks for that prompt about the clothes 😅 #wlw #I guess this is a sequel to the other thing IDK #& yes Anna's wearing the black dress Oraia gave her #oraia dresses anna marie pt. 2

[dhampiravidi]

👗 to help my muse pick out an outfit (for Oraia because picking outfits together is cute and also has the potential to be sexy xD)

"Hi, again." The auburn-haired woman jumped, turning to confront Oraia while wielding a hairbrush. "Sorry. I forget that some aren't used to portals." Anna Marie decided to forgive her for the moment, even though the goddess wore a smile that looked suspiciously mischievous. Maybe the expression was a reaction to the X-Woman's outfit, which consisted of a faded Joan Jett t-shirt with some joggers and Crocs.

"Ain't nothin. So, uh...where's the clothes?"

"C'mon. I figured it'd be easier if I brought you to them." As Oraia went back the way she came, Anna Marie noticed that the portal led into a pricey-looking home. Curious, she followed and nearly dropped her hairbrush.

"Oraia! What the heck is all this?" she cried. There were at least three garment bags lying on the bed, a couple of shoeboxes that Anna knew were expensive brands, a giant canopy bed (she might've sat on it, just to try it out if Oraia hadn't been right there) and a large vanity with several drawers. "Ah-ah can't afford you, Oraia. 'm real sorry..." she mumbled, stepping back to go through the portal. But Oraia was faster, closing the portal with a flick of her wrist.

"It's a favor, Rogue. Or should I call you Anna Marie?"

"....Rogue's fine..."

"I told you to call me if you needed help. Besides, I was hoping we'd become friends. Then moments like this wouldn't be so weird," Oraia replied, smiling. "Alright, belle, strip!" Anna Marie had changed in front of the other women on her team, so she had no problem stripping down to the convertible bra and basic grey cotton panties she'd pulled on. But the look Oraia was giving her...was something else. The shorter woman had taken a few steps back so she could give Anna Marie a look over. Her sea-green eyes appeared to glow for a second, and her lips quirked into a mysterious smile that was slightly unnerving.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just...appreciate what you're letting me see, that's all. It's a pleasure to dress you." Rogue blinked, lips parting before she realized she didn't know what to say in response. All she knew was, if the heat in her face meant anything, her cheeks were aiming to be as pink as the goddess's lips. Is that her natural color, or-? "Let's get moving, hm?"

It was easy to see that Oraia was inhuman when she was moving around the room getting pieces together. The woman went from one point to another fast as a breeze, and no matter how many things she had in her arms, she moved with unnatural grace. Finally, she handed Anna Marie one of the garment bags, a shoebox (with a pair of new seamless panties slapped on top), and a tiny jewelry box.

"Thank ya'..."

"Don't mention it. I'll be in the other room, just call me back when you're done." And she was gone. Anna Marie didn't mind getting undressed in general, but it was a little weird taking off her underwear in the house of someone she didn't know too well. Shoulda thought a' that before Ah called. She sucked it up and put on what she'd been given.

"Oraia, could ya come in here, please?"

"Need me to zip you? Are the shoes comfy?" It would've been alarming how quickly Oraia reappeared if Anna Marie hadn't seen her fly around a couple minutes before. She replied with two nods, and bit her tongue as she felt a bit of pressure against the small of her back, letting her know exactly where her hostess was. But Oraia didn't linger; as soon as she'd carefully zipped up the back of the dress, she stepped away. "Over here, there's a mirror."

A little ways down, there was, in fact, a floor-length mirror. The belle smiled, pleasantly happy with how the dress fit her. It was off the shoulder, but somehow both sleeves were like typical short sleeves, neither reaching her elbow. The skirt was probably A-line by itself, but with her hips, it'd turned into a pretty mermaid shape. "Wow. Ah really like this one, thank--" Oraia held up a finger and hurried away, then came back with a necklace that made Anna Marie's jaw drop. It was like someone had tied a bow using a ribbon, then turned the whole thing into a choker made with tiny, round diamonds. "It's so beautiful," she whispered as Oraia clasped it around her neck.

"That's just Number One."

She turned to the brunette. "Oraia, Ah can't. Ah can't let you spend all this money on me--"

"And why not?" Her hands were on her hips, and it wasn't clear if she was truly angry or just exasperated. "You've saved the world without as much of a thank you given in return. I've lived for centuries and seen what humans do to powers they can't understand!" She huffed, then took a slow, deep breath. "Rogue, I'm not giving anyone any excuse to justify why mutants don't have a seat at the table. And..." Oraia's eyes softened. "You're allowed to have nice things. Funny, sentimental, or expensive. Besides..." A smile easily slid back onto her face. She looks real nice that way. Natural. "Pretty girls deserve pretty things. Now, do me a favor and strip again. Everything but the earrings and panties has to go."

"Y-yes, ma'am." Anna Marie watched the slim figure retreat until she was out of sight. Then she looked back at herself in the mirror and realized that she was wearing too many clothes. Superman would've been impressed by how quickly she got everything off, even though she made sure to put everything back the way it'd been given to her. "Oraia?" she called, unsure about...a lot.

When she came in, the goddess's tongue slipped out to moisten her lips, and Anna Marie unconsciously clenched her thighs together, wondering where that tongue would go if--

"Have you ever worn body chains?" Oraia asked, opening one of her drawers.

"Chains? Like, bondage?" She remembered hearing rumors that the Hellfire Club had a whole floor dedicated to that. Emma Frost's corset-and-thong outfit (which she, thankfully, never wore in front of the kids) kind of proved the theory. But Oraia just laughed and faced Anna Marie holding up what looked like a super-long, very thin necklace with diamonds every few inches.

"No, this kind of chain. The trend's inspired by Indian belly dancers. It's worn against the skin for this outfit, which is why I asked you to...bare some skin for me." She was standing in right in front of her, and when the tip of her tongue emerged again, Anna Marie suddenly became very aware of how close Oraia's lips were to the two prominent, pink-tipped girls on display. Her own mouth dried up, while something completely different began to happen down south. "You're going to put it on like a shirt: you slip it over your head, then you put an arm through each side."

Anna Marie did as she was told, stiffening when the fabric of Oraia's shirt tickled her firm nipples. But the goddess didn't seem to notice. Instead, she went and got a suit. The jacket was white until it reached the waist. There sat some brown stripes, followed by black. The pants were black, too. "It's real pretty," the redhead said approvingly, almost happy to put it on. She went to the mirror and decided that she liked how it fit.

"You're pretty," her stylist whispered, making a shiver run down Anna Marie's spine as Oraia gently squeezed her shoulders from behind. She gulped, wondering if the other woman could see her nipples tenting the fabric. Oraia let her go and took a big step back, which confused her. "Rogue. Can you look at me?" She did. "I don't think it's a secret that I find you attractive, or that I'd like us to be...closer. But if you aren't interested for any reason--"

"Ah didn't say that. Ah jus' ain't used t'women flirtin' wit' me, or spendin' money on me when Ah haven't given 'em anything." She bit her lip and crossed her arms, frowning. "What exactly did ya want fo' all a' this, anyway?" The sad look on Oraia's face made her almost feel guilty for asking--almost.

"I know what it's like to be...used. Undervalued. You'll just have to trust me when I say that I find you both gorgeous and interesting, so I want to know your body and your mind. But I will accept anything you wish to give if that's a one-night stand, a few dates, a lifetime...or nothing." Anna Marie thought carefully, deciding how much she felt like trusting Oraia. Finally, she placed a shaky hand on the shorter's woman's cheek.

"Let's say a kiss is what Ah give f'now." The smile she got in response was priceless, and the kiss was even better.

---

"Oh, hey Kurt. Mail?" Anna Marie asked, seeing her brother standing there with a box the size of a human being. He looked somewhere between suspicious and confused.

"Eh, yes...it's for you...but I didn't hear a truck drive off--"

"All good, Ah got it!" Kurt stood there as his crazy sister snatched the box, yanked it into her room, and shut her door all in a matter of seconds. He blinked, muttered something about crazy people, and went back to folding his laundry.

Anna Marie smiled as she found a note from Oraia on top of the garment bags packed inside the box. It read: "To my Belle, who I hope to see again soon...enjoy the looks on their faces. The third one is for Stark's gala next week. The others are for you. -- O." She found the two outfits she'd tried on (and the jewelry that went with them), plus a tailored black three-piece suit, complete with a silk lining patterned with Xs, a silver vest, a black tie, and a white dress shirt. The pair of strappy silver sandals she'd tried on were there, too.

Ah think Ah'll take some pictures b'fore Ah leave. Just 'cause.

#abrushwithdeath #oraia: thread #thanks for the ask! #I did research for this #I learned so much. also women are hot in suits #anna marie wears crocs alert the presses #is she with Remy & Hestia? I mostly wrote it thinking no bc they both have $ so they could've helped her. but like. poly couples. #sorry it's so long. I couldn't help it bc yay fashion! #also: referring to her as Rogue then Anna Marie then auburn-haired woman then the taller woman...😅 #oraia dresses anna marie pt. 1

[dhampiravidi]

[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall (For Oraia~)

Her lovely had called asking to see her within the next few days, sounding frustrated. Of course, Oraia had her assistant (who knew about Oraia Levantinis and Artemisia Stavros) clear her schedule. She didn't have any supernatural matters to resolve, anyway, so it was no problem.

She expected Anna Marie to want their usual weekend, which consisted of some fairly passive activity (suntanning on a mostly empty beach, sightseeing somewhere where flowers thrived, taking some horses down a trail, etc.), followed by a meal and several rounds of passionate, loud sex that didn't end until both women were sweaty and panting. Being the person she was, Oraia always treated her love to a quiet shower or a scented bath afterward. But she had a feeling that Rogue wanted something different. The goddess texted the heroine with her alternative, and smiled as she received an address as confirmation.

They had Avengers West's official gym all to themselves, thanks to Anna Marie's connections. Oraia didn't exercise often, beyond frequent swimming, and the running and fighting she did when trying to do her part to save the world. Weightlifting was...well, it wasn't something she was amazing at, to say the least. Anna had to keep correcting her form. But Oraia never stopped smiling, liking the little touches and encouragement she received. She especially liked when she stuck her ass out and had her girlfriend check to see "if it was engaged enough". Then...she got into trouble.

It was a date, and Oraia was who she was, so after a while of her date not talking (beyond giving exercise tips), the curious woman began to prod--literally. She smacked the other woman's tight ass whenever she got the chance, and stole her weights, saying she could lift Oraia and the weights if she really wanted a workout. Basically, she riled Anna Marie up until she was frowning, and then she innocently asked her to spar.

Initially, the superhero pulled her punches. She was used to doing so, given how strong she was. Well apparently, she'd forgotten how strong her opponent was, and how they'd shoved each other around that other time. Oraia trapped her in a hold for the fourth, and Anna Marie was practically spitting venom. She was quickly released.

"You don't have to be anyone else for me. Come on," Oraia said, getting into a fighting stance. The moment she nodded, Anna Marie grazed her chin with a punch and then tackled Oraia, hands around her waist. They flew back, all the way into the magically-reinforced walls with a sound THUD. It wasn't often that someone hit her hard enough to actually daze her. She tried to get up and found herself pinned to the wall by her shoulders (and, well, strong hands).

"Ah got you," Anna hissed, green eyes flashing with a determination and fury that Oraia had never seen before. But then those eyes softened, and the X-Woman faltered, hands falling. She'd seen the pain in her lover's face. "Ah-Ah'm real sorry--Oraia, Ah didn't mean t'hurt ya, not really--"

"Shh, sunflower. Nothing some nectar won't fix, if I even need it. I was hoping I'd see this side of you, actually."

"...why? If ya were any weaker, Ah coulda'--"

"But I'm not." Oraia smiled, holding Anna's pretty pouting face in her hands. "I told you to give me all you had. You sounded stressed out earlier, so I thought you needed to hit something. Better me than a fragile little punching bag. And I enjoyed seeing you flexing, and lifting, and ogling--"

"Ha, ha." But she was smiling. She casually rested one hand on Oraia's hip, and slipped the other into the woman's panties. "Guessin' this is a lil more 'n sweat, hm?" Anna smirked as she began to slowly work her fingers back and forth, earning a breathy chuckle in response.

"How indestructible are the showers?"

#oraia: thread #oof #thanks for the ask! #abrushwithdeath #oh gosh I'm horrible haha #every time it's them I write some kind of foreplay or smut