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She very nearly didn't notice her visitors presence until their bodies were pressed flush, only detecting her arrival by the silent movement of sheets as they parted to allow her in. Even before their bodies met Nocturne could tell it was Shadowheart, from the rhythm of the almost inaudible breathing, the faintest scent of Night Orchids, and the fact that there was almost no one else who would be sneaking across the dormitory in the middle of the night, risking the wrath of the Mother Superior and her infamously light trances, in order to share her bunk.
It could be too, that part of Nocturne had been expecting one of these visits tonight, the part of her that caught Shadowheart's gaze lingering on her, taking her form in, when the Mother Superior wasn't present to push them apart. The part of her that held Shadowheart's gaze, searching the other girl's eyes for a hint of the smile her friend kept hidden away among the rest of the cloister, like her old pet mouse, so that it too wouldn't be wrenched from her.
Whether expected or not, the visit was most welcome, and as Shadowheart drew nearer Nocturne signaled this by reaching her hand out toward the other body and tapping out a familiar sequence on Shadowheart's arm to invite her nearer. In response Shadowheart drew herself alongside Nocturne, pressing close, until Nocturne felt Shadowheart's breasts pressing through her nightwear against her back, and her ass was cupped against Shadowheart's lap. Silently, so that none of the other Sharrans in the cloister dorm would be roused from sleep or trance, Shadowheart pressed her face into the back of Nocturne's neck, and wrapped her arms around her waist.
Making sure to keep her breathing steady, Shadowheart begins to place gentle kisses along the tender spots of Nocturne's neck, jaw and ears, and her hands began roam across her body. One slipping under her nightshirt to paw gently at one of Nocturne's small, soft breasts as the other runs feather light patterns on the skin just above the curly tuft of hair that peeks just above her waistband. When the fingers of that hand begin to probe lower down, past the waistband Nocturne isn't able to stop herself from letting the ghost of a gasp escape her lips, and before she can even think to stop herself the hand that had been massaging her tit rose to gently but firmly cover her mouth.
Nocturne responds by reaching back and tapping her assent on the other woman's side, and bucking backwards slightly, so that her ass presses deeper into Shadowheart's embrace. As Nocturne reaches behind her to caress the body enveloping her, the hand not keeping her quiet reaches fully past the boundary of her waistband, to find Nocturne as hard as can be these days, and wetter than the part of her who has to clean up afterwards would like. Nocturne exhales deeply into the hand cupping her mouth as Shadowheart's soft, firm grip wraps around her length and begins gently stroking her. As Shadowheart's strong mace wielding arm keeps a steady, unyielding rhythm Nocturne digs her nails into the soft firm thigh which has locked itself over her legs, and all of the muscles in her body begin to tense.
With Shadowheart's body engulfing hers, her perfect dexterous hand running gentle, circling strokes from her head to to her base, with her breathing hot and close against the back of her neck, Nocturne wishes she could writhe, and moan, to revel in this bliss. Instead she concentrates as hard she can, with what little logic remains in her mind that's been left light and floaty with pleasure, to stay still and quiet, to not alert anyone else in the dormitory as to her activity, exactly as Shar teaches. Her greatest challenge arrives as Shadowheart lifts her mouth from the nape of her neck, to nibble gently on the sensitive tip of Nocturne's ears, which Shadowheart knows will utterly undoe her. It's all Nocturne can do to not scream at the top of her lungs when the combination of steady confident strokes and tender attention on her ears brings her over the edge, and she spills a small amount of thin, clear cum into Shadowheart's hand and into her own trousers.
Shadowheart is gone nearly as suddenly as she appeared, she brings Nocturne into a short, but deep kiss, before withdrawing swiftly into the darkness she had appeared from, leaving Nocturne with only the fading warmth in her bed and the mess in her pants as proof of what had just happened. Nocturne understands if course, discretion is paramount, as Lady Shar teaches, and there's no reason to heighten the risk of being caught by sticking around for a cuddle, but as she lies alone, the stone bed if the cloister dorm feeling colder and harder than ever before, she can't help but think about how nice it would be to embrace openly. To be able to live and love fully illuminated, rather than couched in shadows and mistrust. Nocturne hastily puts the thought from her mind, and drifts back to sleep reciting canticles of loss in her head, praying for forgiveness.