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“Don't eat it all at once, Moiraine,” the Green said as she leaned over to offer a small glass bowl of shaved ice. “It'll give you a headache.”
The Cairhienin's smile was almost bland as she accepted what Myrelle had to give her. She touched the bowl against the bare flesh below her collar bone, the sheen of sweat covering her having nothing to do with the heat outside.
“I remember how much you like ice. I made it.”
“You can be thoughtful, though you didn't bring me a spoon.”
Myrelle sighed, the silk of her robe tie sliding through her fingers, letting pale silk slide off her shoulders to pool unwanted on the floor.“What are you going to do about it, Blue?”
There it was. That weighing look in Moiraine's eyes. She swept her dark gaze over Myrelle's body, and the Green felt her breath quicken. The Green sat down on the edge of the bed, resting her hand over the junction between Moiraine's warm thighs.
Moiraine nodded as if coming to a decision. “A penance is in order.”
Myrelle trembled as Moiraine sucked a bit of the ice from the top of the mound, then leaned over, taking Myrelle's rapidly hardening nipple between her lips. She felt the melting ice first, then the frozen tip of a tongue flicking against her almost painfully. She let out a whimper to encourage her old friend.
She'd let Moiraine play for now; she was happy to let her have her small revenge.
No one could beat Myrelle at her own game.
