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[carbungle]

[Her grip on him is fierce and firm, not a restraint but an encouragement- she holds him to keep him inside, so inside is where he stays, moving his body in a way that echoes that feeling: his withdrawals are slower than the urgent thrusts he makes as he sinks into her folds, feeling the pressure build in and around him. He arches his neck, exposing to her mouth as he gasps for breath, eyes clenching from the effort each jerk of his hips demands.

When she sneaks her knee up and her leg to his shoulder he follows her lead, sliding a hand up the smooth curve of her thigh to support her and grip her firmly, using the new angle to buck a little faster into her core, reaching to the furthest depths their joined bodies allow him to go. It's heated and messy and he can feel that burning desire grow hotter and hotter, like a timebomb sounding off from gut to groin. Closer, closer.

He feels her go tight around his length, limbs flexing against the curves of his body, lips and teeth scraping hungrily at his neck. He follows the rhythm of those tremors, arching his hips to help her ride it out, prolonging her pleasure for a handful of extra seconds until he, too, is there with her, bursting inside with a sharp cry of his own and painting her depths with his essence. His body is tense against hers for a long moment, panting heavily, until he slumps and bows his head to bury his face to her collar, pillowed by her breasts and breathing heavy on her neck. He nuzzles close, making a muffled noise that might almost have been her name, thoroughly sated.]

[iustaegis]

[ Her arms take him into an embrace as he slumps into her, allowing their sexes to remain connected as as his hips press flush into hers. With her legs still around him, she holds him until there's a need to part, and right now, there isn't. She whispers his name in return, pressing her lips to his temple and gently raking her nails up the nape of his neck to comb her fingers through his hair.

Each day on her walk to either the research lab or her old home to work on her projects or garden, she sees the ruin of the city, a ever-present reminder of this world had nearly been at its end. But what isn't this place but a miracle to have granted her the chance to be with him? To be loved by and in love with and to make love to.

Whether holding hands with him or remaining coupled like this, she enjoys his company, his presence, his warmth, and she's never without while with him. He's the star of any sky she sees, and he's right here in her arms. Messy but beautiful, perfect.

In her love and adoration of him, she refuses to remain speechless: ]

I love you.

[carbungle]

[It takes him a few seconds to find his breath again, nodding almost imperceptively, panting heavily against her breasts. After the moment passes he tilts his head sideways to look up at her with a weary, satisfied smile on his lips, his hands shifting to curve underneath her, holding her in return. He's going to have to move at some point, but right now he's quite comfortable, and she looks just as cozy as he feels.]

Me too, [he says again, closing his eyes briefly and kissing her collar just above the crystal, which is the most he can reach until he moves again.] Love you.

[She looks radiant, even when she's a sweaty mess of limbs, hair tousled around her face, naked and glowing. Maybe especially then. He's transfixed by the way she looks at him, loving and happy and warm right to the soul. It's moments like this that make him realize how foolish he'd be if he doubted the sincerity of her feelings for him. Not because she's willing to do this with him, but because he's seen that look on her face countless times before, and it has the same effect on him every time, here, in the kitchen, in public, anywhere- he feels nothing but warmth, safety, love. Her presence is a balm to all his hurts and a reminder of what can be good about being here and being alive.]

[iustaegis]

[ Nuzzling herself against him, her hand wraps around his upper back to secure their hold of each other. With their legs still entangled, their arms still around each other, and the both of them declaring what she would never thought have happened before-- their love for each other-- she feels both content and complete... 

Her eyes lock with his as he speaks, and she smiles at him in return. How lucky she is, to have someone love her like him, and to bring her such calm and ease with just a smile, let alone kisses and touches. She should remember this for later, that if there is any doubt she isn't sincere enough, whole enough, mature enough, or human enough, she need only remember this moment. ] 

Dazzling.... Always dazzling. [ She murmurs softly to him.

Sleep will take them afterwards, concluding their night. ]