Sejuani holds them high in the air. Twinkling crystals shaped like snowflakes, mounted on silver. Quite pretty by any measure. Janna’s impressed by that if nothing else.
“Do you not approve?” Sejuani says.
Janna shifts. Her ever-floating hair moves behind her. She looks away, conjuring a few errant snowflakes within the tent, watching them fly around.
“It’s not that,” Janna says. “I think you did well picking them out. Just one of the many benefits of being my husband, I suppose, is good taste.”
Sej gives her a look. “I know fine craftsmanship when I see it,” she says.
Janna floats through the air towards her. She strokes Sej’s cheek, floats right into her arms. Maybe if she can distract her, she won’t figure it out.
“Oh?” Janna says. She kisses the warlord’s neck.
But Sej is on the ball today. She takes one of the earrings, clears away a shock of Janna’s hair, and—
And her fingertips touch the tips of Janna’s ears.
The Ice Queen isn’t fast enough to stifle the little moan that leaves her. Sejuani gives a satisfied smile.
“Ahh,” she says. “A little sensitive, are we?”
“You’re not sensitive,” Janna says. “There’s no need to say—”
But just then Sej lifts Janna up. Just then she bites Janna’s ear the same way she bites….other parts. Janna squirms. Her breath hitches. In the cold of the tent she suddenly feels very, very warm. She kicks her legs a bit; Sej holds tight.
And there it is. Another moan. Louder this time, unmistakeable. Sej draws away and kisses Janna’s forehead.
“Useful bit of information,” Sejuani says. “I think I shall have to get you more earrings in the future.”
Janna slips a hand beneath the hem of Sejuani’s trousers.
“You can if you’d like,” she says. “But remember you’re not the only tease here.”