[They come together easily, soft and effortless— she watches him remove the last of his clothing, though it had long ceased to hide anything from view, and she welcomes him back with an embrace, draping both arms over his shoulders and around his neck so that she can watch him as he guides himself into her, study the fine features of his face. There is nothing left to serve as a barrier between them, and all it takes is a single, fluid movement for him to bury himself within her. She groans, her head tipping back against the pillow, his fingers tangled in her hair, and she closes her eyes for but a moment, opening them to meet his own gaze as he presses his brow to hers.
It is perfect, the feeling of a missing piece being slotted into place— one she hadn't realized she'd been without. He says her name, and she feels something tighten about her heart, but she no longer worries that she isn't his Azem. She is only herself, and in this moment, that is enough.
She braces a hand against the back of his neck to pull him down into another languid kiss, her tongue parting his lips, and she drapes a leg over his hip as a smile pulls at one corner of her mouth, rolling her hips upwards to meet him and encourage him to take his pleasure at his pace.]
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It is perfect, the feeling of a missing piece being slotted into place— one she hadn't realized she'd been without. He says her name, and she feels something tighten about her heart, but she no longer worries that she isn't his Azem. She is only herself, and in this moment, that is enough.
She braces a hand against the back of his neck to pull him down into another languid kiss, her tongue parting his lips, and she drapes a leg over his hip as a smile pulls at one corner of her mouth, rolling her hips upwards to meet him and encourage him to take his pleasure at his pace.]
Better?
[Her voice is barely above a whisper, teasing.]