The bar smelled like stale beer and regret. Moiraine swirled the amber liquid in her glass, eyes narrowed, shoulders tense. She wasn’t drunk—not yet—but the warmth spreading through her veins was doing its job, numbing the sharp edges of everything wrong in her life. The fights, the cold silences, the way Siuan barely looked at her anymore.
And then, the voice. Low, taunting. "Didn’t expect to see you here, darling."
Moiraine’s grip on her glass tightened. She turned slowly, already knowing who it was.
Liandrin.
That smirk, that sneer. Same sharp cheekbones, same stormy eyes that once made her weak, then furious, then nothing at all. They hadn’t spoken since college, since the explosive breakup that ended with screaming, shattered glass, and Liandrin spitting accusations about Siuan that Moiraine refused to acknowledge. And now, after all these years, she looked the same. No, worse—she looked good.
"Leave me alone," Moiraine muttered, bringing her glass to her lips.
"Or what? You’ll scowl me to death?" Liandrin slid onto the stool beside her, far too close, her perfume, dark, heady, curling into Moiraine’s nose. "Or are you afraid?"
Moiraine laughed, bitter. "Afraid of what?"
Liandrin tilted her head, her smirk deepening. "That you still want me."
Moiraine should have left. She should have finished her drink, paid her tab, and walked out. But instead, she turned to Liandrin with something that had been buried for years—rage, lust, hatred, need—all of it twisting together until she was lightheaded with it. Shots followed. One, two, three. The burn of liquor, the burn of Liandrin’s gaze, challenging, daring. The words between them became sharper, nastier, old wounds pried open and bled dry. And yet, neither of them left. It was inevitable. It always was.
The bathroom door slammed against the wall as Moiraine shoved Liandrin inside, her back hitting the mirror with a sharp gasp.
"You’re impossible," Moiraine muttered, shaking her head.
Liandrin grinned, all teeth. "And yet, here you are. Again." Moiraine exhaled sharply, fighting the urge to wipe that smirk off Liandrin’s face. Instead, she leaned in close, her fingers ghosting over Liandrin’s arm, slow, teasing, just enough to make her breath catch. "You always did talk too much," Moiraine mused, amusement curling at the edge of her voice. Liandrin rolled her eyes but stilled under Moiraine’s touch. "I can’t help it if you’re so fun to provoke."
Moiraine’s hand traced a slow path along Liandrin’s side, barely skimming, just enough to make her twitch. She felt the raised lines beneath her fingertips, pausing briefly. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut.
Scars.
Liandrin noticed the hesitation and yanked away, her face darkening. "Don’t." Moiraine caught her wrist before she could retreat, thumb brushing over the jagged lines, faded but unmistakable. "When did this start?" "It doesn’t matter," Liandrin snapped, trying to wrench free. "It’s none of your business." Moiraine’s grip tightened, her eyes narrowing. "Everything about you is my business."
Liandrin let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, please. Like you ever really cared." Moiraine didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, she traced the scars again, softer this time. "You hate yourself more than you hate me, don’t you?" Liandrin’s breath hitched. "Shut up."
"No. You think you’re not enough. That you’ll never be enough." Moiraine’s voice was low, cutting through the bravado like a blade. "You’ve always been jealous. Of Siuan. Of anyone I gave my attention to. You think I’d pick someone else over you because you don’t measure up. But you do, Liandrin. You always did." Liandrin’s lip curled in defiance, but the sheen in her eyes betrayed her. "Stop pretending you care." Moiraine’s lips brushed over Liandrin’s scars, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against her wrist. "I’ve never pretended."
Liandrin trembled, her breath shaky. "You’re cruel."
Moiraine smirked. "And yet, you keep coming back."
She leaned in, her breath ghosting over Liandrin’s ear. "Tell me what you want." Liandrin’s nails dug into the sink behind her. "I want you to stop teasing."
Moiraine pretended to consider, then ran a single fingertip down the curve of Liandrin’s throat. "Hmm. No." A frustrated growl slipped from Liandrin’s lips, but Moiraine merely tilted her head, watching her with a knowing smirk. "You don’t like being denied, do you?" Liandrin’s glare was sharp, but her breath was shaky. "I don’t like losing."
Moiraine leaned closer, lips barely brushing Liandrin’s ear. "Then don’t fight."
She could feel Liandrin’s pulse beneath her touch, fast and unsteady. Moiraine let the silence stretch, let the tension coil between them, never giving, never hurrying. When Liandrin finally let out a shaky breath and let her shoulders drop, Moiraine smiled. "That’s better," she whispered, finally letting her touch drift lower, finally rewarding Liandrin’s patience. Liandrin gasped, her body jolting under Moiraine’s touch, her head tilting back against the mirror. Moiraine took her time, savoring every reaction, drawing it out as much as possible. The frustration, the surrender, the way Liandrin’s bratty defiance melted into need—it was intoxicating. But Liandrin fought back. She clawed at Moiraine’s shoulders, trying to force her closer, trying to gain the upper hand. "You think you’re so much better than me," she spat, her voice breathless with frustration. "Like I’m pathetic for wanting you." Moiraine smirked against Liandrin’s jaw, nipping just hard enough to make her gasp. "Aren’t you?" Liandrin snarled, her fingers curling into fists, but Moiraine caught them, pinning her hands to the mirror. "You hate how much you want this," Moiraine murmured, voice dark, cruel. "Hate how I make you beg."
"I’m not—" Liandrin’s words were cut off as Moiraine pressed closer, heat searing between them.
"Not yet," Moiraine corrected, her voice dripping with amusement. "But you will."
She kissed Liandrin then, fierce and bruising, full of everything unsaid between them. Liandrin bit back, sharp and angry, nails dragging down Moiraine’s back. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t tender—it was war, fought with lips and teeth and gasping breaths. After that first hate-filled kiss, a mix of teeth, tongue, and lips, Liandrin's hands roamed Moraine's body with clear hunger. She clutched at her dress, while Moraine tangled her hands in Liandrin's long, blond hair, pulling at it, causing the blonde's head to move back, leaving room for Moraine to bite, suck, and lick her marked jaw, leaving red marks.
By the time they pulled apart, Liandrin was breathing hard, her pupils blown wide. Moiraine smirked, brushing her thumb over her swollen lips. "Still hate me?"
Liandrin swallowed, then smirked. "More than ever."
Moraine pressed her knee between the blonde's legs, hitting where Liandrin wanted it most. Liandrin's mouth moved down her neck, biting gently until Moraine pulled at her hair, causing her head to snap back with a grunt.
"No marks, kitty."
Liandrin growled even more, blaming herself for messing with her ex, who, besides breaking her heart, is married. She pulled away a little, completely regretting what they were doing, but unwilling to stop.
Moraine's hands caressed Liandrin's back until they reached her ass, squeezing it hard, making Liandrin moan.
"We're still in a public bathroom, kitty. You can't be so loud."
Liandrin gasped deeply, her face flushed and sweating. "You're already so needy," the brunette purred
Liandrin hiked up Moraine's dress to her waist, revealing pale, slender thighs and her underwear, which radiated a warmth. When Lia reached out to touch it, Moraine gently slapped her hand. "Not yet," she said, unbuttoning the shorter woman's shirt, leaving her in only her red bralette. Moiraine's hands squeezed Liandrin's small breasts, making her moan softly, wanting more.
"S-stop teasing me, bitch," the blonde snapped, completely exasperated.
"Beg for it," she said, licking the valley between her breasts.
When Liandrin's hands pulled at her hair to pull her closer, she pressed them against the mirror, gently tracing her scars. One hand held the blonde's wrists, while the other squeezed her nipples, making her bite her lip to keep from moaning, making herself bleed.
"Come on, I can hear you, beg for my touch, or I'm out of here, and I don't think we'll ever meet again," Moraine whispered into Liandrin's ear, making the blonde bristle with anger, horniness, and jealousy. "Damn it Moraine! Touch me!" the blonde begged, taking the bait. Moraine slapped her breasts, making her gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Come on Lia, beg for it like the good girl you are," making her moan softly.
"I really hate you," Liandrin moaned, but her hips involuntarily rocked forward, seeking more friction. "I see you haven't learned yet. On your knees," Moraine purred, gently lifting her dress. Without having to speak, Liandrin knelt in front of her, approaching cautiously, touching her ass and thighs. Moraine let the blonde pull her panties down to her knees and begin gently biting her thighs, leaving no mark. The brunette whimpered, and within a few minutes, she was simply riding Liandrin's face. "Oh fuck, you're such a good girl, Lia," she gasped, pulling at Lia's long blonde hair as Liaandrin reveled in her juices. After a few minutes, Moraine reached her orgasm, pressing Liaandrin's head hard against her thighs. When the shorter woman stood up, her nose and chin covered in Moraine's juices, she moved in to kiss her, letting her taste herself. Moraine bit her tongue, pushing her down until she was sitting on the cheap sink.
Moraine's hands squeezed her hips, murmuring praises, until they reached the clasp of her pants, simply pulling them down to her ankles, leaving the blonde in only her panties, completely soaked, the bathroom smelling of sex, hatred and alcohol. Moraine approached her, caressing her thighs, already soaked with her arousal. "Come on Mo! Don't fuck with me anymore!" "I don't think you've won it yet Lia," she said, stroking her hair. "I want to hear the magic words." Nibbling on her neck, Liandrin jerked in response, close to breaking.
In a soft murmur, Liandrin blurted out, "Please..."
"What was that? Harder," Moraine said, pinching her nipples, making her moan, "Please Moraine... fuck me." "I didn't hear you, sweet girl." "Fuck, Moraine! Fuck me! Please..." With those words, Moraine's long fingers caressed the blonde through her underwear, making her moan and squirm. As she removed her panties, her fingers caressed the blonde's moist folds, avoiding her clit. Teasing her. "Who's the easy one to tease now, kitty?" Liandrin moaned loudly at this, filled with hatred. Moraine's fingers finally touched her nerve endings, making her arch her back and bang her head against the mirror. Moraine spread her legs wider, inserting two fingers with ease. The blonde was already very close to her orgasm, and at this point, she was only a sea of moans and gasps.
Liandrin's mouth opened in a strangled scream as Moraine's fingers stretched it, hitting that soft spot inside her. "Shit! Shit! Shit, Moraine! I'm cumming!" "Cum for my sweet girl." And with that, Liandrin broke, moaning and holding onto the brunette's body for dear life.
Moraine fixed her dress, washed her hands, and took Liandrin's wrists, kissing her scars. She turned and left the bathroom, only to find a monstrous line waiting outside.
Moiraine scoffed and walked out, not bothering to look back.