⟪ at first, she still notes the pattern to his breathing, the self-control he exerts even now, but the more his hands explore every inch of her, the less can she focus on anything but the feeling of him in her, against her, all around her. melisandre, bless her heart, initially makes an effort to silence her heated moans against his shoulder, but the effort is abandoned soon enough, somewhere between burying a hand in his hair to encourage him to keep his lips to her skin and riding him as though nothing else in the world quite counts.
she is positively sure she could reach completion just like this, but in her daze, she is not unaware that she's pushed him a fair bit as a form of play earlier. so she draws his hand down near to where they are joined, to her clit, where she craves his touch most. ⟫
[ the practiced ritual breathing he has kept in sharp focus this night starts to give away to the intensity of pleasure heating up to a boil in him. his eyes snap wide and another heavy, guttural breath groans out when he feels her move his hand to his clit. there's no second thought, only instinct, to pressing however many fingers he can against it, bluntly rubbing it as she demands.
next time, in the haze of his thoughts, he knows he will lay her down and tread every inch of her body with his mouth. even if it takes all night he will. until then he pulls his mouth away from her flesh and tilts his head up to search for her mouth. he moans into her when he finds them, the tug of his hair exhilarating him as he digs fingers into her hip.
the sharpest sound he has made all night is freed when he feels his body seize inside her, releasing. ]
⟪ she kisses him deeply, until she needs to break for air, the pressure inside of her building up and up as she urges him to drive himself deep into her body. his release comes first, he spills himself inside her and makes a sound by her ear that she wants to hear over and over again.
she is not long for this world after, and when she comes, it's with a cry of his name and her legs locked around him, nails digging into his back in sharp crescent moons, for which she'll ask his forgiveness later. in the here and now, her heart is still racing, her skin still flushed, one hand stilling against his chest, where she can feel his heart beat. leaned against him, still joined, she can feel his chest rise and fall with every breath, and she would, for once, be called content. ⟫
[ as she goes he holds on tight, still thrusting as he rides out his orgasm and pushes for hers. his name rings in his ears, bouncing off the walls of the room, and he moans her name back into her shoulder, arm wrapped around tight as he massages her clit while she finishes. he can feel the stick between them and shudders in discomfort and pleasure all at once.
he slows his thrusts as she does and soon they both still. he lifts his head to press kisses into her neck, lapping her throat up, and then getting to her ear to nibble at the lobe. her breasts pressed against his chest, their heart beats starting to come down at similar rates, he breathes out an exhausted breath as he cradles her and lays his face into her shoulder blade. ]
Mhm. You good? [ he whispers sleepily, body ragged and exhausted even as it thrums in satisfaction. ]
⟪ she makes a content noise against him, the affections remaining unexpected, but... wanted, yes, all the same. the asshai'i are a depraved and pragmatic group, and the red temples preach pleasure and passion, yes, but in context to dedication to god – meaning she ought to settle in to pray right about now. this is not prayer, but the comfort she feels in his arms like this is deeply similar. ⟫
Yes. ⟪ so simple an answer, but there's a warm, happy weight behind it. she does not bother to brush her hair back, and does none of the withdrawing she knows to be more appropriate. instead, she places a kiss to the side of his head she can reach and then gently guides him down beside her onto the bed. ⟫ Are you well?
[ he yawns loud, however right after, no fight in him when he dips down to the mattress on his side. his head spins and turns from bodily high and his eyes fight the urge to rest. for the first time in weeks he feels so relaxed and content and later on he'll evaluate the obvious reasons why. last month took a lot out of him. he hopes this one will treat him better.
even so he touches a hand to his waist, trying to keep her close, not wanting her to go. they're both warm to the touch but as always she's warmer and it isn't so uncomfortable while flush with the heat of sex. ]
Damn. [ he mumbles low, voice on the edge of sleep. ] It's been a while for me. Sorry.
[ the spirit is willing but the flesh is exhausted and done moving tonight. ]
⟪ she only sleeps rarely, when she absolutely must. not that she could not sink into it now, held like this, his steady breathing guiding her down and his warmth a reminder of the protection he'd offered her in the gods wood a few weeks ago.
but where there is sleep, there are dreams, and she does not wish to taint this night with the memories that come as soon as she gives into sleep. ⟫
I had my fair share of pleasure. ⟪ her voice is warm, but a whisper, and she brushes his hair aside, watching him through unblinking eyes. ⟫ And you well-deserve your rest.
[ he smiles, huffing out a pleased breath from his nose. she's always so sweet. he hates that she's had it so rough when she's been nothing but kind. he musters up the energy to lean forward, even when his body urges him not to, and plant a warm kiss on her lips. then he scooches his body up the bed, resting his head on a pillow. the covers are forgotten in the moment. ]
You're a good woman, Mel. [ her name again abbreviated, but this time with intent. he's too tired to get the rest out and he likes how it sounds. ] Rest well too.
[ if he's tired out like this there's no way she can't be. ]
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she is positively sure she could reach completion just like this, but in her daze, she is not unaware that she's pushed him a fair bit as a form of play earlier. so she draws his hand down near to where they are joined, to her clit, where she craves his touch most. ⟫
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next time, in the haze of his thoughts, he knows he will lay her down and tread every inch of her body with his mouth. even if it takes all night he will. until then he pulls his mouth away from her flesh and tilts his head up to search for her mouth. he moans into her when he finds them, the tug of his hair exhilarating him as he digs fingers into her hip.
the sharpest sound he has made all night is freed when he feels his body seize inside her, releasing. ]
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she is not long for this world after, and when she comes, it's with a cry of his name and her legs locked around him, nails digging into his back in sharp crescent moons, for which she'll ask his forgiveness later. in the here and now, her heart is still racing, her skin still flushed, one hand stilling against his chest, where she can feel his heart beat. leaned against him, still joined, she can feel his chest rise and fall with every breath, and she would, for once, be called content. ⟫
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he slows his thrusts as she does and soon they both still. he lifts his head to press kisses into her neck, lapping her throat up, and then getting to her ear to nibble at the lobe. her breasts pressed against his chest, their heart beats starting to come down at similar rates, he breathes out an exhausted breath as he cradles her and lays his face into her shoulder blade. ]
Mhm. You good? [ he whispers sleepily, body ragged and exhausted even as it thrums in satisfaction. ]
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Yes. ⟪ so simple an answer, but there's a warm, happy weight behind it. she does not bother to brush her hair back, and does none of the withdrawing she knows to be more appropriate. instead, she places a kiss to the side of his head she can reach and then gently guides him down beside her onto the bed. ⟫ Are you well?
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[ he yawns loud, however right after, no fight in him when he dips down to the mattress on his side. his head spins and turns from bodily high and his eyes fight the urge to rest. for the first time in weeks he feels so relaxed and content and later on he'll evaluate the obvious reasons why. last month took a lot out of him. he hopes this one will treat him better.
even so he touches a hand to his waist, trying to keep her close, not wanting her to go. they're both warm to the touch but as always she's warmer and it isn't so uncomfortable while flush with the heat of sex. ]
Damn. [ he mumbles low, voice on the edge of sleep. ] It's been a while for me. Sorry.
[ the spirit is willing but the flesh is exhausted and done moving tonight. ]
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but where there is sleep, there are dreams, and she does not wish to taint this night with the memories that come as soon as she gives into sleep. ⟫
I had my fair share of pleasure. ⟪ her voice is warm, but a whisper, and she brushes his hair aside, watching him through unblinking eyes. ⟫ And you well-deserve your rest.
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You're a good woman, Mel. [ her name again abbreviated, but this time with intent. he's too tired to get the rest out and he likes how it sounds. ] Rest well too.
[ if he's tired out like this there's no way she can't be. ]