[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.]
[ she takes him so gently, kisses him so sweetly that it all but erases the guilt that lingers in her heart. it is difficult, to still love his azem, but to also come to know amri. a part of him shall always love persephone, shall always exist with her in the past, and that is something that they all must come to terms with.
but that does not mean that he cannot also love amri, learn to live beside her despite the bittersweet agony of it. it is still far better than the contrary - for to have known her now, he could hardly imagine being without her. the space left behind would ache forevermore. ]
Better..
[ he murmurs against her sweet, soft lips. his left hand remains in her dark hair, squeezing gently, while his right drops down now to her hip, his palm gliding along her thigh as he slowly, languidly begins to make love to her properly. hythlodaeus' hips rock forward, setting a rhythm that sets his skin ablaze. her cunt is slick and sweet around him, squeezing him so tightly, urging from him soft sighs and low, quiet groans that are lost between their mouths.
after all their teasing he knows he will not last long, yet still he takes his time, rocking into her, locked on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her body. ]
[She no longer feels as frenzied as she had before he had brought her to her peak, and she is glad for it— she is no less wanting now, but her head is clear enough to be able to fully appreciate what he offers her. The steady rock of his hips sets a pace that she falls into just as easily, rolling her own in time with his as she tangles her fingers in his hair once again, mirroring him unintentionally.
They move together, fluid, and she takes him in just a bit deeper each time he pushes her back against the mattress. She does not know that she has ever been joined with someone so sweetly, and her nails press against the back of his neck as that delicious friction continues to build between them, her legs now all but wrapped tightly around his waist, her breath coming in soft puffs as continues to thrust into her. Her back arches beneath him once more, a less violent shift this time, and she moans plaintively into his mouth as they kiss, hot and wet and wanting.
With how far gone they had both already been, she doesn't imagine either of them will last long, but she plans to enjoy it for as long as it does— the heated, passionate press of his lips, the heart-stopping feeling of being full and stretched so tightly around him, the shallow sound of his breath, nearly indistinguishable from their own as they become lost in the moment, in a series of groans and sighs and feverish kisses that she refuses to let slip away.]
You're...
[Gods, but she feels exactly the same about him. He feels incredible. Even that seems an understatement.]
Fuck—
[It's probably the first time he's heard her curse in any capacity since they've met— not because she can't, but she so often chooses not to.
In this moment, as she feels delirious and can see herself becoming lost in him as he steadily pushes her towards another orgasm, it seems warranted.]
[ hythlodaeus may not have had the benefit of an orgasm just yet, but there is still no frenzy in his movements - he takes her slowly, deeply, with a careful sort of intimacy. his hips rock at a steady pace, and while he knows he will not last much longer, still he intends to savor the sensation of being joined with her as long as he possibly can, to ride the wave of pleasure until his body can take no more.
her arms and legs surround him, her body arches into his, her nails prick into his skin in a way that makes him shudder and sigh - hythlodaeus is enveloped by her entirely, swallowed up in the scent and feel and taste of her. they kiss slow and deep, his tongue dipping into her mouth, her lips so irresistibly soft, and their bodies rock together in tandem, the pace slow and steady and perfectly beautiful.
but it does begin to rise, in time. hythlodaeus' breath begins to quicken, his heartrate kicking up fast, his hands sliding over her body with a building need. his palms press down her sides and hips, grasp at her thighs, smooth up her back - it's as if he cannot possibly get enough of her, no matter how much he touches her. she feels perfect, warm, comforting, safe. he breathes her name again against her lips, and when she swears he feels his gut constrict with heat, his throat running dry.
he can't help but chuckle, even while his his insides twist with building need. ]
I'm close..
[ he murmurs, driving into her deeper, pressing her harder and harder still into the mattress; though he attempts to be gentle, it's clear he is beginning to lose control and unravel, her hands on his body now slipping with the sweat of their efforts. ]
[Her own hands wander just as readily, intent on blindly exploring every inch of him as her body moves in time with his own; despite the pounding of her own heart in her chest, it is strangely effortless, being with him. She drinks down every moan and sigh that escapes against her lips, her pulse quickening with every deep, searching kiss, her hands gliding along his shoulders, down his back, gripping at whatever part of him she can reach as he continues to work in her, all the while that building pressure coiling hotly within her, pleasure now mindless and constant and absolutely perfect.
He chuckles, and she lets out a breathless laugh of her own against his mouth, palming at his ass as her legs squeeze even more tightly about his waist. The bed creaks softly beneath them as he pushes in deeper, harder; her body yields to him easily, and she can feel herself approaching that sinfully sweet precipice once more.]
Just— let go—
[She's barely able to manage even that much of a response; moans have given way to more vocal appreciation of his efforts, a soft cry accompanying the next few thrusts before she bites at her lower lip to stifle herself— just as his control begins to fray, so does hers, and she finds herself keenly aware of the smell of sex and sweat and the raw heat of him.
How long had it been for him, she has to wonder, since he'd been able to lose himself like this? He deserves the opportunity for that and more, and she surges upwards to kiss him again with one hand tangled in his hair, the other braced against his hip as best as she can manage with them both slick with sweat.]
I want to feel you lose yourself...
[Just as much as she wants to be the reason that he does.]
[ it is certainly all the permission that he needs.
hythlodaeus inhales sharply, and at last allows himself to begin unraveling. she springs toward him, her mouth warm and wet, and he no longer holds back, but loses himself in the wash of sensation.
her kiss, sweet and wanting, overwhelms him. her body yields to him, irresistible and molten hot. her hands roam his body, and his roam hers. hythlodaeus becomes lost in a streadily increasing rhythm, his hips rocking into hers harder, harder, faster, faster, until his breath is ragged against her mouth, until the sheets are tangled and damp with sweat, until the heat that coils in his belly becomes excruciatingly tight -
hythlodaeus comes hard, his hips snapping forward as he spills into her without hesitation, filling her in a hot rush. a shudder rocks his body, and his arms tighten around her, his fingernails biting into her slick skin, her name riding on a delicate moan. again and again his hips hitch forward, chasing that high, following the pleasure until he is fully spent within her, collapsing into her arms, his lilac hair sticking to his face and long throat, wild with their lovemaking.
with his face buried against her throat he murmurs her name again, rolling in the sweet aftershocks of his peak that crash over him like waves. ]
[It's his own peak that pushes her to her own— the hot rush of his release, the tightening of his embrace, the full shudder of his body against her own as pleasure surges through him, the sharp drag of his nails, all of it serves to drag her down right alongside him. She buries her face against his wild hair, eyes screwed shut with the force of her own orgasm as it rises to meet his, sudden and violent. That anyone can sound so far gone while calling her name sends sparks racing across the slick surface of her skin.]
Hyth—
[An unintentional nickname, perhaps, born of the fact that she cannot speak his name fully before a choked sound interrupts her, the height of her pleasure making every nerve stand on end, every inch of her skin burning for more touch, more him, and she all but whimpers into his hair as the edges of her vision blur and fingers and toes go numb, all other feeling paling in comparison. He groans her name against her throat, and she brings a hand to rest at the back of his neck, pressing a kiss against the top of his head as she struggles for breath, those almost too-intense waves of pleasure beginning to ebb, ever so slightly.
To say that no encounter she's had before now has ever compared is, quite frankly, an understatement.
She presses another kiss against his hair, tugging it gently to pull his head upwards, to give herself the opportunity to kiss and then nuzzle against his temple.]
[ for several long, syrupy moments hythlodaeus can only lie still, catching his breath while his heart pounds in his throat. he feels relaxed form head to toe, entirely unwound, and he continues to lie against her, boneless and languid, while the aftershocks of pleasure roll over his body in steady waves. he's still inside of her, the sweet slickness of her cunt still holding him tightly, tugging from him every last remnant of bliss.
he feels scoured from the inside out. ]
Mmm..
[ is all he can manage to say for the first few moments. he breathes her in, the scent of sex and skin and sweat clinging to her body, the air around them cloying and damp, the sheets tangled around their legs.
at last he lifts his head, his lavender hair an absolute mess, and he looks down into her face with a weary smile and hooded eyes, one hand moving to brush the damp hair from her eyes. the way he looks at her can only be described as abject adoration. ]
[That is too great a compliment, and clearly flattery, but color stains her cheeks just a bit darker even as she gives him a knowing smile, her own gaze fond, affectionate. If anyone ever has looked at her that way before, she must not have been paying attention, but the feeling it stirs beneath her breast is startling, the way her heart suddenly wants to beat against her ribs.
She laughs softly, reaching out to brush some of his own hair away in turn, damp and tangled as it is, tucking it behind his ear and letting her long fingers gently brush against its cuff before she lays a hand against the side of his face, her thumb tracing the high angle of his cheek.]
I'm fairly certain it took both of us.
[She'll not soon forget it. She intends to commit this whole night to memory, right down to intoxicating scent of him and the squeeze of her legs around his waist as they remain joined— it cannot last, but these lazy moments spent basking in the afterglow are especially worth remembering, dazed and dizzied by all that had come before.
She exhales slowly, letting her fingers skim down the beautiful curve of his neck so that she can bring her hand to lightly rest over his heart. Maybe she should have taken him shopping sooner, if it was going to end up like this.]
Was that what you had in mind, when you said you wanted to be by my side?
[Her smile pulls slyly to one side, teasing gently— he had said that he desired to do so in any capacity, but she rather thinks she likes this version of that wish.]
[ it is so easy, just to look into her face, to allow his gaze to flit over her soft, gentle features, to see the bright, familiar color of her fractured soul beneath. her hand cups his cheek, and he turns his face into it without hesitation, dragging his lips over the skin of her palm while his breath still gusts quickly.
color rises to his cheeks, but his smile is coy. ]
.. No. Not entirely.
[ a chuckle rides on his words and he kisses her palm, before looking to her face again. ]
Any capacity would have been perfect. But I am certainly not complaining.
[Her eyelids lower to half-mast as he presses his lips to her palm, the kiss of color to his cheeks bright even among the flush of exertion. She imagines she looks much the same— she certainly feels warmed from head to toe, every inch of her edging towards pleasantly numb in the wake of their joining. She gently reaches to trace a finger along the curve of that coy smile before she drops her hand to rest at his waist, giving his hip an affectionate squeeze.]
I think I rather like this capacity.
[Which, perhaps, brings her several steps closer to deciding what she wants. 'Getting to know him better' is still certainly a part of it, but it's plain enough that there is a spark that could easily grow to more, especially with the way that adoring gaze of his makes her stomach twist itself into a pleasant knot.
If it bothers either of them that she isn't Azem, it no longer shows, though she imagines those are bittersweet feelings that he won't be able to dismiss so easily— and he shouldn't.]
[ another light laugh tumbles out beside a rough exhale, as he still catches his breath. ]
I think I rather like it as well.
[ how can he complain, when they have just made love in a way so wonderfully heartbreaking, so tenderly sweet that he feels entirely wrung out from head to toe, physically and emotionally both. she has scoured him entirely clean.
but at last he dips his head, kissing her brow, her soft, rounded nose, her sweet, full lips, before at last he is collapsing more fully beside her, one arm flung 'round her middle, the scent of sex and sweat hanging heavy and enticing in the air. his brow furrows while his fingers trace idle patterns on her belly. ]
I will admit I am still.. torn. I see so much of her in you, and the last thing I ever want to do is take advantage of your goodwill, and yet..
[ and yet he loved every moment of this. they both did. ]
[She cannot help but close her eyes as he leaves a trail of soft kisses in his wake, leaning into him when he reaches her lips and ensuring that one lingers for a few moments before he seeks to collapse. She allows him to pull away just long enough to settle beside her, immediately inching herself closer and rolling onto her side to face him, feeling goosebumps raise as his finger lightly drags against her abdomen.
She realizes that it's worth asking herself if this is the time to talk about such things— they would, very likely, be far more reasonable come morning, although her heart tells her that may not actually be in their favor, that they might talk themselves out of something they could both truly benefit from in the interest of remaining cautious.
She frowns, just briefly, before leaning in to press a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth, surprisingly chaste compared to all they had just done, but no less heartfelt for it. She encircles his waist with one arm, maintaining as many points of contact as she can, her toes lightly brushing against his ankle as she pulls herself flush against him.]
It isn't taking advantage of my goodwill if I want it. I only...
[It sounds so conceited to even think that she could ever even attempt to live up to the standards set by who had come before, and in the end, she wouldn't want to, anyway. She is herself, and going forward, that is the only person she intends to be.]
[ the two of them are something of a mess, aren't they? a little too passive for their own good. or if not passive.. accommodating. obliging. they care about one another's feelings a great deal - and their own feelings as well, if he is honest. neither of them wants to hurt the other, and neither wishes to be hurt.
yet hythlodaeus finds that he has.. no regrets. getting to know amri has been a pleasure and a privilege, and he thinks, perhaps, that this coming together was inevitable.
she snuggles in close, and hythlodaeus only curls closer to her, touching their brows together, his heavy eyelids falling closed. ]
Don't worry about me. I am a big boy.
[ he jests, through an easy smile, his hand now sliding up and down the small of her back since she turns, his fingertips counting the knobs of her spine again, and again. ]
[His response draws a genuine laugh from her, her own eyes sliding closed at the warm press of their brows, threading a few stray locks of hair that had come loose from his braid through her fingers and letting them slip through as her lips pull into a warm and easy smile of her own.
When he puts it so simply, who is she to argue?]
I think you'll find I worry quite a lot, regardless.
[But there's a note of humor in her voice all the same; she's self-aware enough to know where worry is and isn't warranted, and it is so very easy to believe him when his fingertips are moving so carefully along the length of her spine. She gives a contented sigh, draping her leg so that it hooks gently behind his knee, ensuring they remain close.]
[ much as he is enjoying looking into her face, hythlodaeus is quite exhausted, and so he soon rolls onto his side beside her, his hand dropping to smooth over the thigh that hooks over his. she is so easy to touch, to hold, achingly familiar in a way that makes his heart constrict in both pleasure and pain. how they will untangle this great knot between their hearts remains to be seen, but untangle it they must. he has been given this lifetime, this great gift, and he means to use it properly.
moments like this, moments of blissful peace.. oh, how he has missed them, despite how his heart still wavers. but they will, in fact, muddle through it all. ]
I am very interested.
[ closing his eyes, he touches his brow to hers, and sighs. ]
[It is only fair that she let him rest— he had been flagging even before she had brought him here to the Annex, given how busy their evening had been out and about in the city, and she has no doubt that what they had allowed to happen here had only served to bring him to the very brink of exhaustion.
She presses a soft kiss against the end of his nose, another at the corner of his lips before stretching out from the waist up, her own eyelids lowering once more as he brings his brow to touch hers, limbs otherwise remaining entangled. She reaches, briefly, to grab hold of the blanket they have left neglected until now, pulling it up over the both of them before letting an arm encircle his waist, settling into a comfortable embrace.]
We do have that, don't we.
[She lets out an exhale of her own, half-chuckling as her eyes close fully.]
Enough so that we can talk further once we've both slept, if we so choose.
[Or they could just do more of this and say it serves a similar purpose. She's quite flexible, on that front.]
[ much as he would love to stay awake, to keep looking into her face and enjoying the warmth of her body, it has been a long day and an even longer night, and lovemaking has a way of taking it out of you. but it also has a way of bringing the sweetest rest, and hythlodaeus is sure that he shall sleep quite well tonight.
her hand at his back earns a soft, warm sound between them, the corners of his mouth upturning in a gentle smile. ]
Loathe as I am to sleep, I think you are right.
[ he can already feel a yawn coming on. the blankets come up, and hythlodaeus slips both arms around amri's middle, languid and comfortable as they settle heavily against the sheets. ]
[Her smile pulls a bit wider as she echoes him, her own eyelids remaining heavy, and though she feels the threat of a yawn beginning to creep up on her, she never quite manages to let it escape. Instead, settled comfortably against him, sleep comes quickly— a first since she can't possibly remember when. It has been a long, long while since she has well and truly rested, but along with the relative peace of the present days, their combined efforts have worn her out in full. Sleep descends, and she welcomes it.
It is unusually late in the morning when she opens her eyes once more, judging by the angle of the sun filtering in through the window to her room at the Annex, and it takes her a few moments to regain herself, to put the pieces of her present state together. She stretches, reaching up with one hand to rub the sleep from her eyes, one after the other, and her shoulder gently bumps against her companion's chest in the process, still rising and falling softly with the even breath of sleep.
She smiles to herself, recalling the way they had left things off the night before, and rather than slip out of bed to search for clothes, she burrows just a bit further beneath the blankets, studying his lovely face for several moments before reaching out to lightly touch her fingertips to the soft curve of his lips, followed by the line of his jaw. Though not surprised that he'd stayed, the feeling of waking up beside someone is decidedly novel.
Cautious, she lifts her head and leans over to press a kiss against his impossibly soft lips, then carefully lays back against the pillow. If he's not ready to stir, she won't bother him unnecessarily, in this, she couldn't quite help herself.]
[ hythlodaeus sleeps deeply, and fully through the night, which is a great feat, really, for he has ever been a light sleeper and prone to waking. yet the previous day's exhaustion followed by he and amri's, uh, antics had tired him to the core, and they slept deep and true, tangled beneath the warm blankets.
yet he cannot sleep through the touch of her fingers, the drag of them gently across his skin, and hythlodaeus' eyes flicker open, bleary and unfocused. it takes him a moment to take in the scene, the late morning light slanting beneath the curtains, the lingering smell of sex and skin, and.. amri beside him, warm and real and smiling.
he cannot help but smile in return. ]
.. good morning.
[ stretching his long legs beneath the covers, he sighs and rolls onto his back, rubbing at his eyes with his knuckles. ]
[Thoroughly exhausted and curled up together as they had been, she had slept well and deeply. His smile is bright enough to give that morning sun a run for its gil. She shifts beside him as he stretches out, the blanket pulling a bit taut as they both test its limits with impossibly long legs, and even as he rolls onto his back, she lets a hand come to rest lightly against his abdomen, index finger drawing idle patterns.
They would both do well to bathe at some point, she's certain; she has no intention of going about her day with the scent of sweat and sex clinging to her as they do now, but she's in no hurry. For once, her responsibilities are surprisingly few, and she's quite interested in seeing what other 'muddling' they might get into.
She leans in to gently nuzzle just beneath his jawline, her hand trailing upwards so that her fingers can count each rib on their way, a contented sigh leaving her and rolling down the curve of his neck.]
[ her hand rests against his belly, and already they are so very casual, already this is coming so easily, and while they do still have muddling to do - for even now he does not know if he loves this affection because of amri, or because of azem - it is still so very welcome. ]
I rather like it as well.
[ one arm crooks upward to cradle the back of his head, while the other drops down to hers on his abdomen, his fingertips dancing across her knuckles, learning the shape of them, the texture of her skin. one might think that such little things might not feel different person to person, but after keeping the same lovers for millennia, these things are sharp contrasts. he could never forget the feel of azem's hands any more than the taste of hades' mouth, and so all of amri's differences are stark.
[Part of her wants to suggest that they should arrange for it to happen more often, but she stays herself— they had already agreed on wanting things to move in the same direction, but no doubt they both still felt some caution necessary. Besides, with such an agreement in place, she supposes that might be implied to begin with.
She nudges inward, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of his neck, the scent of him warm and inviting, the tang of sweat serving as its undercurrent, and as he tucks an arm behind his own head, she props herself up on one elbow so that she can lightly trace the curve of his ear with her finger, teasing at a loose lock of his hair while his own touch moves over the hand against his belly.]
You're even lovely when you first wake.
[How is that even fair? She laughs softly, shaking her head— not everyone is so fortunate, though if she has any misgivings about what she looks like first thing in the morning, it certainly doesn't show, especially not as she leans forward to press another kiss against his sweet, smiling mouth.]
Is this— too much?
[She asks him with her lips still hovering close to his. They are rather a mess, aren't they? And while she feels herself compelled to show him affection, to kiss and touch and enjoy the warmth that comes with being curled up beside him, if he would prefer her to allow him some space, it's a request she can most certainly honor— difficult as it may be to do so.]
[ it is unfair, really, how very easy it is to fall into closeness and affections with her, how all of these kisses and touches come so simply, thoughtlessly, and it certainly does little to ease the tangled knot between their hearts. to allow them to discern what is real, between them, and what exists only due to the past. hythlodaeus suspects that there will always be some remnant of his relationship with azem, that both of their tender souls will feel it until the end of her days, or his, for he has no idea how long he has to linger on this star.
but that does not mean that he cannot come to love her for who she is. for all the differences that he has already come to appreciate. for all the ways she is like azem, there are equal ways she is not, yet hythlodaeus is fond of her all the same. ]
.. perhaps it is.
[ he answers, truthfully, his violet gaze fixed on hers as he reaches with his free hand to tuck her dark hair back, his fingertips brushing the soft fur of one of her ears. ]
But in the end, I think, doing what feels natural is our best course. All else will work out in time.
[The honesty itself is refreshing. That they both still harbor some doubt is undeniable, but so is the simple fact that they cannot bring themselves to pull away from one another, that time spent together comes easily and, while not quite second nature, could well be soon enough.
'Doing what feels natural' is sound enough advice. Perhaps she is biased, given that's what she's already found her heart leaning towards for better or for worse, but the shiver that jolts between her shoulder blades and races down the length of her spine as he gently touches the edge of her ear serves as an excellent reminder of just how drawn to him she has found herself.
Her smile pulls to one side; though she hadn't gone far to begin with, she leans in for another languid kiss, the fog of sleep not having quite lifted entirely.]
Whatever feels natural. Seems simple enough.
[Even if the situation itself is far more nuanced than that, at its core. It doesn't change the way her fingers thread themselves into his hair, or how her touch slowly begins to dip below his navel, patterns tracing lower.]
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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.]
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but that does not mean that he cannot also love amri, learn to live beside her despite the bittersweet agony of it. it is still far better than the contrary - for to have known her now, he could hardly imagine being without her. the space left behind would ache forevermore. ]
Better..
[ he murmurs against her sweet, soft lips. his left hand remains in her dark hair, squeezing gently, while his right drops down now to her hip, his palm gliding along her thigh as he slowly, languidly begins to make love to her properly. hythlodaeus' hips rock forward, setting a rhythm that sets his skin ablaze. her cunt is slick and sweet around him, squeezing him so tightly, urging from him soft sighs and low, quiet groans that are lost between their mouths.
after all their teasing he knows he will not last long, yet still he takes his time, rocking into her, locked on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her body. ]
You feel.. perfect.
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They move together, fluid, and she takes him in just a bit deeper each time he pushes her back against the mattress. She does not know that she has ever been joined with someone so sweetly, and her nails press against the back of his neck as that delicious friction continues to build between them, her legs now all but wrapped tightly around his waist, her breath coming in soft puffs as continues to thrust into her. Her back arches beneath him once more, a less violent shift this time, and she moans plaintively into his mouth as they kiss, hot and wet and wanting.
With how far gone they had both already been, she doesn't imagine either of them will last long, but she plans to enjoy it for as long as it does— the heated, passionate press of his lips, the heart-stopping feeling of being full and stretched so tightly around him, the shallow sound of his breath, nearly indistinguishable from their own as they become lost in the moment, in a series of groans and sighs and feverish kisses that she refuses to let slip away.]
You're...
[Gods, but she feels exactly the same about him. He feels incredible. Even that seems an understatement.]
Fuck—
[It's probably the first time he's heard her curse in any capacity since they've met— not because she can't, but she so often chooses not to.
In this moment, as she feels delirious and can see herself becoming lost in him as he steadily pushes her towards another orgasm, it seems warranted.]
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her arms and legs surround him, her body arches into his, her nails prick into his skin in a way that makes him shudder and sigh - hythlodaeus is enveloped by her entirely, swallowed up in the scent and feel and taste of her. they kiss slow and deep, his tongue dipping into her mouth, her lips so irresistibly soft, and their bodies rock together in tandem, the pace slow and steady and perfectly beautiful.
but it does begin to rise, in time. hythlodaeus' breath begins to quicken, his heartrate kicking up fast, his hands sliding over her body with a building need. his palms press down her sides and hips, grasp at her thighs, smooth up her back - it's as if he cannot possibly get enough of her, no matter how much he touches her. she feels perfect, warm, comforting, safe. he breathes her name again against her lips, and when she swears he feels his gut constrict with heat, his throat running dry.
he can't help but chuckle, even while his his insides twist with building need. ]
I'm close..
[ he murmurs, driving into her deeper, pressing her harder and harder still into the mattress; though he attempts to be gentle, it's clear he is beginning to lose control and unravel, her hands on his body now slipping with the sweat of their efforts. ]
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He chuckles, and she lets out a breathless laugh of her own against his mouth, palming at his ass as her legs squeeze even more tightly about his waist. The bed creaks softly beneath them as he pushes in deeper, harder; her body yields to him easily, and she can feel herself approaching that sinfully sweet precipice once more.]
Just— let go—
[She's barely able to manage even that much of a response; moans have given way to more vocal appreciation of his efforts, a soft cry accompanying the next few thrusts before she bites at her lower lip to stifle herself— just as his control begins to fray, so does hers, and she finds herself keenly aware of the smell of sex and sweat and the raw heat of him.
How long had it been for him, she has to wonder, since he'd been able to lose himself like this? He deserves the opportunity for that and more, and she surges upwards to kiss him again with one hand tangled in his hair, the other braced against his hip as best as she can manage with them both slick with sweat.]
I want to feel you lose yourself...
[Just as much as she wants to be the reason that he does.]
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hythlodaeus inhales sharply, and at last allows himself to begin unraveling. she springs toward him, her mouth warm and wet, and he no longer holds back, but loses himself in the wash of sensation.
her kiss, sweet and wanting, overwhelms him. her body yields to him, irresistible and molten hot. her hands roam his body, and his roam hers. hythlodaeus becomes lost in a streadily increasing rhythm, his hips rocking into hers harder, harder, faster, faster, until his breath is ragged against her mouth, until the sheets are tangled and damp with sweat, until the heat that coils in his belly becomes excruciatingly tight -
hythlodaeus comes hard, his hips snapping forward as he spills into her without hesitation, filling her in a hot rush. a shudder rocks his body, and his arms tighten around her, his fingernails biting into her slick skin, her name riding on a delicate moan. again and again his hips hitch forward, chasing that high, following the pleasure until he is fully spent within her, collapsing into her arms, his lilac hair sticking to his face and long throat, wild with their lovemaking.
with his face buried against her throat he murmurs her name again, rolling in the sweet aftershocks of his peak that crash over him like waves. ]
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Hyth—
[An unintentional nickname, perhaps, born of the fact that she cannot speak his name fully before a choked sound interrupts her, the height of her pleasure making every nerve stand on end, every inch of her skin burning for more touch, more him, and she all but whimpers into his hair as the edges of her vision blur and fingers and toes go numb, all other feeling paling in comparison. He groans her name against her throat, and she brings a hand to rest at the back of his neck, pressing a kiss against the top of his head as she struggles for breath, those almost too-intense waves of pleasure beginning to ebb, ever so slightly.
To say that no encounter she's had before now has ever compared is, quite frankly, an understatement.
She presses another kiss against his hair, tugging it gently to pull his head upwards, to give herself the opportunity to kiss and then nuzzle against his temple.]
That was... you are incredible.
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he feels scoured from the inside out. ]
Mmm..
[ is all he can manage to say for the first few moments. he breathes her in, the scent of sex and skin and sweat clinging to her body, the air around them cloying and damp, the sheets tangled around their legs.
at last he lifts his head, his lavender hair an absolute mess, and he looks down into her face with a weary smile and hooded eyes, one hand moving to brush the damp hair from her eyes. the way he looks at her can only be described as abject adoration. ]
Hardly. It was all you, my dear.
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She laughs softly, reaching out to brush some of his own hair away in turn, damp and tangled as it is, tucking it behind his ear and letting her long fingers gently brush against its cuff before she lays a hand against the side of his face, her thumb tracing the high angle of his cheek.]
I'm fairly certain it took both of us.
[She'll not soon forget it. She intends to commit this whole night to memory, right down to intoxicating scent of him and the squeeze of her legs around his waist as they remain joined— it cannot last, but these lazy moments spent basking in the afterglow are especially worth remembering, dazed and dizzied by all that had come before.
She exhales slowly, letting her fingers skim down the beautiful curve of his neck so that she can bring her hand to lightly rest over his heart. Maybe she should have taken him shopping sooner, if it was going to end up like this.]
Was that what you had in mind, when you said you wanted to be by my side?
[Her smile pulls slyly to one side, teasing gently— he had said that he desired to do so in any capacity, but she rather thinks she likes this version of that wish.]
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color rises to his cheeks, but his smile is coy. ]
.. No. Not entirely.
[ a chuckle rides on his words and he kisses her palm, before looking to her face again. ]
Any capacity would have been perfect. But I am certainly not complaining.
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I think I rather like this capacity.
[Which, perhaps, brings her several steps closer to deciding what she wants. 'Getting to know him better' is still certainly a part of it, but it's plain enough that there is a spark that could easily grow to more, especially with the way that adoring gaze of his makes her stomach twist itself into a pleasant knot.
If it bothers either of them that she isn't Azem, it no longer shows, though she imagines those are bittersweet feelings that he won't be able to dismiss so easily— and he shouldn't.]
I could... easily get used to that.
['Hey, I like you a lot.']
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I think I rather like it as well.
[ how can he complain, when they have just made love in a way so wonderfully heartbreaking, so tenderly sweet that he feels entirely wrung out from head to toe, physically and emotionally both. she has scoured him entirely clean.
but at last he dips his head, kissing her brow, her soft, rounded nose, her sweet, full lips, before at last he is collapsing more fully beside her, one arm flung 'round her middle, the scent of sex and sweat hanging heavy and enticing in the air. his brow furrows while his fingers trace idle patterns on her belly. ]
I will admit I am still.. torn. I see so much of her in you, and the last thing I ever want to do is take advantage of your goodwill, and yet..
[ and yet he loved every moment of this. they both did. ]
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She realizes that it's worth asking herself if this is the time to talk about such things— they would, very likely, be far more reasonable come morning, although her heart tells her that may not actually be in their favor, that they might talk themselves out of something they could both truly benefit from in the interest of remaining cautious.
She frowns, just briefly, before leaning in to press a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth, surprisingly chaste compared to all they had just done, but no less heartfelt for it. She encircles his waist with one arm, maintaining as many points of contact as she can, her toes lightly brushing against his ankle as she pulls herself flush against him.]
It isn't taking advantage of my goodwill if I want it. I only...
[It sounds so conceited to even think that she could ever even attempt to live up to the standards set by who had come before, and in the end, she wouldn't want to, anyway. She is herself, and going forward, that is the only person she intends to be.]
I would hate to hurt or disappoint you.
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yet hythlodaeus finds that he has.. no regrets. getting to know amri has been a pleasure and a privilege, and he thinks, perhaps, that this coming together was inevitable.
she snuggles in close, and hythlodaeus only curls closer to her, touching their brows together, his heavy eyelids falling closed. ]
Don't worry about me. I am a big boy.
[ he jests, through an easy smile, his hand now sliding up and down the small of her back since she turns, his fingertips counting the knobs of her spine again, and again. ]
I think we will manage to muddle through this.
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When he puts it so simply, who is she to argue?]
I think you'll find I worry quite a lot, regardless.
[But there's a note of humor in her voice all the same; she's self-aware enough to know where worry is and isn't warranted, and it is so very easy to believe him when his fingertips are moving so carefully along the length of her spine. She gives a contented sigh, draping her leg so that it hooks gently behind his knee, ensuring they remain close.]
But I'm interested in muddling, if you are.
[As if he hadn't already made that quite clear.]
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moments like this, moments of blissful peace.. oh, how he has missed them, despite how his heart still wavers. but they will, in fact, muddle through it all. ]
I am very interested.
[ closing his eyes, he touches his brow to hers, and sighs. ]
We will manage, in time.
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She presses a soft kiss against the end of his nose, another at the corner of his lips before stretching out from the waist up, her own eyelids lowering once more as he brings his brow to touch hers, limbs otherwise remaining entangled. She reaches, briefly, to grab hold of the blanket they have left neglected until now, pulling it up over the both of them before letting an arm encircle his waist, settling into a comfortable embrace.]
We do have that, don't we.
[She lets out an exhale of her own, half-chuckling as her eyes close fully.]
Enough so that we can talk further once we've both slept, if we so choose.
[Or they could just do more of this and say it serves a similar purpose. She's quite flexible, on that front.]
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her hand at his back earns a soft, warm sound between them, the corners of his mouth upturning in a gentle smile. ]
Loathe as I am to sleep, I think you are right.
[ he can already feel a yawn coming on. the blankets come up, and hythlodaeus slips both arms around amri's middle, languid and comfortable as they settle heavily against the sheets. ]
In the morning, then.
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[Her smile pulls a bit wider as she echoes him, her own eyelids remaining heavy, and though she feels the threat of a yawn beginning to creep up on her, she never quite manages to let it escape. Instead, settled comfortably against him, sleep comes quickly— a first since she can't possibly remember when. It has been a long, long while since she has well and truly rested, but along with the relative peace of the present days, their combined efforts have worn her out in full. Sleep descends, and she welcomes it.
It is unusually late in the morning when she opens her eyes once more, judging by the angle of the sun filtering in through the window to her room at the Annex, and it takes her a few moments to regain herself, to put the pieces of her present state together. She stretches, reaching up with one hand to rub the sleep from her eyes, one after the other, and her shoulder gently bumps against her companion's chest in the process, still rising and falling softly with the even breath of sleep.
She smiles to herself, recalling the way they had left things off the night before, and rather than slip out of bed to search for clothes, she burrows just a bit further beneath the blankets, studying his lovely face for several moments before reaching out to lightly touch her fingertips to the soft curve of his lips, followed by the line of his jaw. Though not surprised that he'd stayed, the feeling of waking up beside someone is decidedly novel.
Cautious, she lifts her head and leans over to press a kiss against his impossibly soft lips, then carefully lays back against the pillow. If he's not ready to stir, she won't bother him unnecessarily, in this, she couldn't quite help herself.]
Good morning.
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yet he cannot sleep through the touch of her fingers, the drag of them gently across his skin, and hythlodaeus' eyes flicker open, bleary and unfocused. it takes him a moment to take in the scene, the late morning light slanting beneath the curtains, the lingering smell of sex and skin, and.. amri beside him, warm and real and smiling.
he cannot help but smile in return. ]
.. good morning.
[ stretching his long legs beneath the covers, he sighs and rolls onto his back, rubbing at his eyes with his knuckles. ]
I trust you slept as well as I did.
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[Thoroughly exhausted and curled up together as they had been, she had slept well and deeply. His smile is bright enough to give that morning sun a run for its gil. She shifts beside him as he stretches out, the blanket pulling a bit taut as they both test its limits with impossibly long legs, and even as he rolls onto his back, she lets a hand come to rest lightly against his abdomen, index finger drawing idle patterns.
They would both do well to bathe at some point, she's certain; she has no intention of going about her day with the scent of sweat and sex clinging to her as they do now, but she's in no hurry. For once, her responsibilities are surprisingly few, and she's quite interested in seeing what other 'muddling' they might get into.
She leans in to gently nuzzle just beneath his jawline, her hand trailing upwards so that her fingers can count each rib on their way, a contented sigh leaving her and rolling down the curve of his neck.]
I rather like waking up next to you.
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I rather like it as well.
[ one arm crooks upward to cradle the back of his head, while the other drops down to hers on his abdomen, his fingertips dancing across her knuckles, learning the shape of them, the texture of her skin. one might think that such little things might not feel different person to person, but after keeping the same lovers for millennia, these things are sharp contrasts. he could never forget the feel of azem's hands any more than the taste of hades' mouth, and so all of amri's differences are stark.
he has so much still to learn about her. ]
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She nudges inward, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of his neck, the scent of him warm and inviting, the tang of sweat serving as its undercurrent, and as he tucks an arm behind his own head, she props herself up on one elbow so that she can lightly trace the curve of his ear with her finger, teasing at a loose lock of his hair while his own touch moves over the hand against his belly.]
You're even lovely when you first wake.
[How is that even fair? She laughs softly, shaking her head— not everyone is so fortunate, though if she has any misgivings about what she looks like first thing in the morning, it certainly doesn't show, especially not as she leans forward to press another kiss against his sweet, smiling mouth.]
Is this— too much?
[She asks him with her lips still hovering close to his. They are rather a mess, aren't they? And while she feels herself compelled to show him affection, to kiss and touch and enjoy the warmth that comes with being curled up beside him, if he would prefer her to allow him some space, it's a request she can most certainly honor— difficult as it may be to do so.]
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but that does not mean that he cannot come to love her for who she is. for all the differences that he has already come to appreciate. for all the ways she is like azem, there are equal ways she is not, yet hythlodaeus is fond of her all the same. ]
.. perhaps it is.
[ he answers, truthfully, his violet gaze fixed on hers as he reaches with his free hand to tuck her dark hair back, his fingertips brushing the soft fur of one of her ears. ]
But in the end, I think, doing what feels natural is our best course. All else will work out in time.
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'Doing what feels natural' is sound enough advice. Perhaps she is biased, given that's what she's already found her heart leaning towards for better or for worse, but the shiver that jolts between her shoulder blades and races down the length of her spine as he gently touches the edge of her ear serves as an excellent reminder of just how drawn to him she has found herself.
Her smile pulls to one side; though she hadn't gone far to begin with, she leans in for another languid kiss, the fog of sleep not having quite lifted entirely.]
Whatever feels natural. Seems simple enough.
[Even if the situation itself is far more nuanced than that, at its core. It doesn't change the way her fingers thread themselves into his hair, or how her touch slowly begins to dip below his navel, patterns tracing lower.]
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