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Post by Loki Odinsson on Oct 31, 2015 11:25:35 GMT -5
He lay beside her and patted his hips, as though telling a lapdog where to sit.
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Post by Teja on Oct 31, 2015 11:27:40 GMT -5
If she was supposed to straddle him, it went over her head. She leaned over him as though hypnotised to pick up where she'd left off.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Oct 31, 2015 11:49:48 GMT -5
"Mm-"
He grit his teeth and arched up against the mattress.
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Post by Teja on Oct 31, 2015 12:38:39 GMT -5
She moaned. She didn't know what he'd done to her to make her feel this way, but it did almost exactly as much for her to be utterly his, serve entirely him, as it had done for him to use her just now.
She multitasked, grabbed his hand and put it in her hair without slowing or stalling.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Oct 31, 2015 18:32:25 GMT -5
He gripped firmly but not painfully, and held her in place.
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Post by Teja on Oct 31, 2015 18:33:39 GMT -5
For some reason, this made it even better.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Oct 31, 2015 18:36:10 GMT -5
"You are very talented, I hope you realize that-"
His voice came out rather pinched.
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Post by Teja on Oct 31, 2015 18:37:16 GMT -5
She was being held too tightly by the hair to pull back and respond, so she thanked him by very carefully taking him deeper.
He didn't accept this as a thank-you. The tight grasp became painfully moreso and she was yanked off him with a sharp gasp of pain.
"Did you ask?"
She looked back at him without her expression changing, wondering if he knew that she couldn't have spoken in that position, and if he'd taken that into account. After an awkward pause, she did ask.
He lazily said no.
Now she didn't know what to do. She started to say as much, haltingly, but she went silent as he started to laugh. It wasn't a cruel laugh, or a sharp and unpleasant one, such as Johannes von Krolock might have had, making her feel exposed in a way one did not want to feel when already undressed.
"My darling," he said, voice shaken up enough by laughter that it came out with a couple extra syllables. "Don't you trust me?"
That beguiling, endearingly boyish voice she remembered so well. It was the man she'd fallen for, back when he was Lukas Ashton, green eyes so earnest and yet so mysterious and so very hard to tear hers away from. She met them now, glamoured-green, and she nodded. He pulled her up again, meeting her mouth with his own.
After several long kisses - he seemed to enjoy being kissed anew; he had of course early on kissed her like a man in the desert discovering an oasis spring, but he was developing the confidence to know she would not deny him those, enough to deny her instead; now he would part his lips against hers as though meaning to kiss her, pull back, and sweep her mouth with his tongue after she'd made a noise of frustration - he pulled back to whisper something to her.
She didn't know where he planned to take this, and she felt moderately dubious about it. But she decided to trust him.
After all, it had worked out so far. For all their problems, it had worked out.
So she obeyed.
***
"Darling, darling, stop. Darling," he laughed, his laughter dry and muzzy, caught in his throat, like silk rubbed over sandpaper, softness made softer through the application of a very strenuous trial, "stop, really. I can't again.""
She stopped kissing his neck and collapsed on him. It wasn't entirely a disappointment; the small of her back, and her hips, were sore on the verge of hurting. But it was very far from a relief.
"Become a woman again," she urged. He was laughing and denying her the moment she'd said it. "You did it before, you did it-"
"Twice, darling, I can't again," he said, putting his fingers in her hair in a reconciliatory way. It felt lovely, and she pressed tightly against him. "Believe me, if I could..."
"What about me?"
"- well, if you can-"
"I can!"
"- you're free to do so."
That stung just a bit. She sat up a little.
"Is that a dismissal?"
"Oh, no," he said, lazily putting his arm behind him, glancing over at the frozen dawn outside the window. "I'd certainly watch."
She didn't realize she was still capable of blushing. She settled down against him, newly embarrassed, and he laughed again quietly and held her close.
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