[The sounds she makes— he had thought it impossible for himself to want her even more than he already had, but the sweet sound of her voice as she responds to his efforts, the tug of the sheets he feels beneath them, all of it only serves to fuel him further. He moans softly against her as he remains focused on his attentions, lifting his eyes only for a moment to see how stunning she is sprawled back against the pillows, and he feels his heart beat faster at the sight of her biting her knuckles to try and stifle herself.
She'd asked him not to stop, and he has no intention of doing so.
His fingers dig into her thigh just a bit more as he anchors himself, not enough to cause pain, and he gently circles the spot he knows will bring her the most pleasure with his tongue, careful and attentive, focusing his efforts there in hopes of getting another delightful squirm out of her before he dips lower and tastes her more deeply than before. Unwilling to leave her unattended, he lets his thumb take over while his lips and tongue are otherwise occupied, each kiss and stroke of his tongue as gentle as it is adoring, his thumb tightly circling and nudging that bud of pleasure as he keeps himself attentive and attuned to her responses— what she likes, what makes her go tense, what draws those sweet sounds of pleasure from her, what causes a tug of the sheets. They both still have a great deal to learn about one another, and this seems an excellent place to start.]
The normally composed and severe witch now lies on her back, body flushed and eyes incensed. She writhes at Gale's ministrations, her breathing hot and rhythmic, interrupted just as suddenly as his thumb works in tandem with his tongue to make her feel incredibly sublime. There's an attempt to be stubborn and silence her voice but to no avail as she gasps feverishly through each stroke. Each lap of tongue makes her delirious, and each motion of his thumb threatens to make her clamp his head between her thighs and propel him further.
Her hold on the sheets loosens and tightens before she arches her back slightly, just enough to sit up and cradle his head between her hands, fingers gripping his hair with need. When Amelia speaks up, she barely recognizes her own raw and frantic voice.]
Good— Gale, it feels so good, I'm—!
[She could drown at this moment, balance on this tightrope of exquisite torment or give in and fall off the quickly approaching edge. His careful work and attention to her center of pleasure are making her wet and it makes her lose her articulation.]
I'm... I...
[She's so close to release and he can feel it in the grind of her hips against his tongue and the dewiness of her center as she chases it desperately. No other thoughts, just her, Gale, and this impossible pleasure he's ravishing upon her.]
[Gods above, to hear his name on her lips like that... it is so, so much sweeter than he ever could have imagined.
Even if she hadn't given voice to her unraveling, he would have known she was dangerously close— the shudder of her thighs as she struggles not to trap him between them, the uneven hitch of her breath, her grip on his hair that only serves to further stoke his own arousal. He looks up at her from beneath long lashes for but a moment, her voice having gained an edge that stirs something primal deep within him, and he only gives her a brief moment of reprieve as he allows himself a breath, his beard scraping against the inside of her thigh as he shifts his angle, the muscles in his back pulling taut beneath her gaze as he disappears between her legs once more.]
Let yourself go, my love.
[His voice is low, raw and husky with his own desire, and he feels drunk on the scent of her as he closes his lips around her clit, once again lavishing attention on her with his tongue, its strokes tender but no less persistent in the wake of his thumb, releasing her thigh and letting it rest over his shoulder as he reaches to lay his hand against her stomach. Gently, he presses two of those dexterous fingers inside of her and curls them forward as if to beckon her, stroking her from within while he continues to push her higher with lips and tongue alike, breath hot and labored against sensitive skin, intent on bringing her over that edge and watching her come apart, his efforts as intense as they are meticulously controlled, unwilling to lose himself until he's given her what he feels is her due.]
[She nearly groans as he gives himself a breath pulling him back to her although there's no need as he sets about driving her mad once again, his thirst for her yet to be slaked. If she could, she'd admire his control and countenance but that's hardly doable at that moment.
Amelia doesn't know if it's his words (and for a split second her heart feels a sting, quickly smothered by her haze of lust) or the obscene way he consumes her and slips his fingers inside to rub her, but it all leads to the same end. She completely shatters.
She's deaf to her own cries as she arches her back and comes. Her body quivers and shakes, awash with pleasure, and the pads of her fingers grasp his hair tightly before letting go and raising them so that her arms cover her eyes.]
Oh—
[She whimpers in blissful awe. Even with her eyes closed she sees sparkling lights akin to the fireworks that were set off not too long ago. To say that she's bewildered, stunned, or irrevocably elated wouldn't be able to measure up to the aftermath of how Gale made her feel.]
[He doesn't relent for a moment, carrying through her peak and bracing a hand against her hip to help steady her as that wave of pleasure rolls through her, drinking in every sound, every cry, every quiver, her fingers in his hair drawing a groan from him as he remains fixed against her. Only when she finally stills does he stop to catch his breath, slowly and carefully withdrawing his fingers and leaving a soothing kiss in his wake before he props himself up on one elbow, disheveled, watching her intently as he takes his own fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.
Careful not to overwhelm her, he shifts forward so that he can join her once more and puts an arm around her waist to gather her against his chest, carding fingers through her vibrant red hair and pressing a soft kiss against her forehead before dropping one on either cheek, then finally reaching her lips, catching them with his own. Seeing her like this, hearing her come undone as a result of his attentions, all of it has his pulse reaching a fever pitch, his blood thundering in his ears, and he exhales happily against the curve of her mouth, eyes closed.]
You should hear yourself.
[Some might feel self-conscious after hearing such a statement, but the low rasp of his voice makes it very, very clear that he quite likes what he hears.]
[Amelia is breathing hard but it begins to recede as Gale pulls her close. She's pliant under his embrace and moves her arms as he softly kisses her. When they reach her lips, she returns them dazedly, registering the faint taste of herself on him. When Gale speaks with that low rasp and she finally takes in his elated face up close, her body shivers once again.
With some great effort, she manages to reply, still sensitive to every touch and his skin against hers.]
I... Was I loud?
[A redundant question and maybe kind of adorable of her to ask. Amelia's hands move up to Gale's shoulders.]
That was... You're...
[You're so wonderful. Even in the aftermath of the shockwaves that slammed into her in a flash, she's already glancing downward and says:]
Gale. [Her kisses take a turn and he'll feel his lower lip being nipped at.]
Aren't you...?
[Her fingers are sliding down his torso and towards his hips. She inhales before continuing, a gentle longing in her voice.]
[Her first question makes him laugh warmly, a genuinely joyful sound that he follows with another soft but insistent kiss, feeling electricity crackle along his skin as her hands move up to his shoulders.]
You sounded beautiful.
[That doesn't exactly answer her question, but a shudder rolls through him as she nips at his lower lip, another soft groan escaping him; he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing visibly as he insistently kisses her back, still heated, still hungry, a very distinct wanting still very much present behind all that tenderness.
Her fingers begin to trail downwards and the mark on his chest pulses just a bit brighter, and that note of longing in her voice reaches somewhere deep inside of him and further stokes the already burning embers of desire. He feels his heart jump into his throat for a moment as her fingers find his hips, and he answers that question with another heated kiss, catching her lower lip between his teeth before he starts kissing his way along the angle of her jaw and back towards her ears.]
Of course I do—
[His words are murmured against the shell of her ear now; he inhales the scent of her hair before dropping his chin to kiss and nip at the delicate skin of her neck. His lips are feverish against her, and he can feel that careful control of his threatening to fray— he is, admittedly, well out of practice, and does not quite have the mastery over himself he might have in the past.]
[He makes it difficult to talk as he kisses her fervently and she chuckles into his lips before he moves along to press his feverish lips against her jaw and ears. With returning clarity, she can pick up on his insistence and the carefulness he held when pleasuring her is close to disappearing.]
You did—
[Her fingers move to the front of his trousers and maneuver the button and zipper open, her eyes never leaving Gale.]
—Very well. [And this is where her voice drops into her own low and sensual tone as she moves her bare hips against his to tease.]
But don't hold back on my account.
[Amelia wants to feel him and see him lose control and release that reckless abandon in her. She gave him her sweet sounds and gave in to him. He deserves his due now and so she whispers in a tantalizing tone.]
[Her voice touches him in places where her hands simply cannot, though they are certainly making the effort as they travel downwards, and he lets out a sharp gasp followed by a soft groan of both relief as she handles his zipper. His gaze remains fixed on her in turn as she pulls closer to tease with that roll of her hips, and he laughs again as she coaxes him into letting that last bit of control fray; and he makes a low sound of approval at the back of his throat that's dangerously close to a growl as he rises to his knees to meet her, giving a forward roll of his own hips even as his trousers remain, zipper hanging open thanks to her aid.]
I only wanted to ensure you were well taken care of, but it is as you say—
[He inhales sharply as he seals his mouth over hers for another heated, ravenous kiss, this one even less restrained than the last, and his hands roam over her hips and up her sides, over her shoulders and down her back until he can cup her rear, only for a brief moment before he playfully topples her back to the bed, a mischievous smile curling his lips as he takes the opportunity to stand. She's made an excellent start, but if they're going to explore one another and entangle as fully as he'd like, he's still wearing a little too much clothing.]
The time for restraint has passed.
[He does away with his trousers and the briefs beneath, both having been pulled uncomfortably tight, and they end up in the same heap as the rest of their discarded clothing to be dealt with decidedly later, revealing himself to be hard and as wanting as to be expected. There's not a trace of the shyness he would otherwise show at baring even the most benign part of himself; he is well past the point of shyness with her, and he wastes no time in joining her on the bed once more, eager to become a tangle of limbs, to touch her and learn every dip and curve, his hands sliding over her hips the moment they're in reach, his lips catching hers as he finds himself utterly unable to stay away.
She'd longingly asked him if he'd wanted more of her, and the answer to that is one worth repeating; he exhales his words against the curve of her lips between eager kisses, his length pressing against her leg as he pulls her flush against him, sliding an arm around her waist.]
[Her mind and senses are addled by all of him, his roving hands, and voracious kisses. Before she knows it, he has her on her back and a delighted laugh escapes her again. She can't help it; she's drunk with pleasure and contentedness but when she sees how much he's been holding back, her arms eagerly wrap around him when he joins her on the bed.
Amelia presses her lips against his, a little slower and unhurried, but no less deep and passionate for him. Hands travel down his shoulder blades and then his neck before caressing his face.
Catching a breath, she smiles radiantly at Gale, a rarity from her that she doesn't even realize it.]
If that's what you want...
[One leg moves to hook behind his knees, to spurn him forward. She braces herself and kisses his chin.]
I'm all yours.
[More than a promise, it's a guarantee. She burns so brightly for him in that moment that she could go blind and would think nothing of it as long as she kept the memories of how he made her feel forever.]
[His eyes close for a moment as her hands travel towards his face, each touch amplified by just how long he's gone without— and even before his isolation, it had never been like this, never soft and warm and full of affection. He had, he supposes, never known the difference, but in a way, this feels like awakening from a long sleep.
He takes in a sharp breath as she hooks a leg around his waist, his gaze dark and heavy with lust, then exhales as he leans forward to press his forehead against hers, tangling his fingers in her hair as he cups the side of her face, one hand gliding over her hip and along her raised thigh before he shifts, guiding himself to her entrance and finally accepting the invitation she had offered him. He's slow to start, careful, not wanting to rush, but a low groan escapes him as he sinks into her inch by blissful inch, going still for a moment when he bottoms out, eyelids lowering once more.]
Amelia.
[It would be so, so easy to lose himself in the heat of her embrace, and he has no doubt he will, but for now, he catches her beneath her thigh to keep it draped over his hip and behind his back, then steadily rolls his hips to see just how they fit together, and it feels delicious and right. He had almost forgotten just how much mortal lovemaking had to offer, and he is glad they had chosen to do things this way, despite the alternatives he might have offered.
Slowly, he begins to start a rhythm, steady and deliberate as he thrusts into silken heat, his brow still pressed against hers, his fingers curling to tighten their grip in her hair, his breath shallow now that he's let his control begin to fray more quickly, falling away as he finds himself once more, for the first time in ages.]
[As he steadily slides into her, she bites down on her lip to muffle her cry and wraps her arms around Gale's shoulders. It feels so hot, so overwhelming, and wonderful all at once and her heart pounds in her chest as she watches him avidly. While she's grateful for the slow start, she's enamored with how he's beginning to let himself go and how amazing he's making her feel even after he generously gave her release.
The initial discomfort is forgotten and the burn and heat of it all envelops her completely. Her hips thrust back, adjusting to Gale's rhythm and she murmurs various encouragements to him.
Don't stop. Keep going. More.
This was all so dreamlike but his affection and need for her is so real. In everything he does, it makes Amelia believe in something new and something apart from the person she had been decades ago. And she wants Gale, Gale who also suffered so much, but believed in her, to feel the distance from that pain.
Her lips start to kiss up his shoulder again as he moves with some added scrapes of her teeth to encourage him even more.]
[He feels his own heartbeat quicken as they find their rhythm together; it isn't long before the roll of his hips becomes faster, deeper, still steady as they find their way to moving together, and he lets out a sharp noise of pleasure between parted lips as her teeth scrape at his shoulder followed by the soothing brush of her lips as she rains kisses on him. He can't help but respond with a particularly sharp thrust, the first interruption to the steady pace he'd set, but a welcome one, the heat of being so close, being inside of her as intoxicating as it was overwhelming.
He makes murmurings of his own, sweat beading against his forehead, his hand at her thigh sliding back to her hip to steady himself, deft fingers digging in as he bends his head and whispers sweet nothings between each heated thrusts, softly gasping how beautiful she was, how much he'd longed for this, and his lips steadily working along her neck, the hand in her hair dropping to palm at her breast and tease at its peak, his touch firm but gentle even now.]
I've dreamed of this, my heart.
[The admission is strained, one of many half-whispered adulations, and he carefully catches her earlobe between his teeth, giving it a playful nip.]
[Gale is quite literally, out of this world. What kind of fortune did she land on to be able to meet him, have him capture her heart, to have him like this? She can ponder all she wants later because now she's intent on letting him have her for this night.
The sharper thrust elicits a cry of sweet shock from her and she clings to him even tighter, fingers digging into his back, and clenching him even tighter. Gale's wandering hand over her chest and the nip at her earlobe make Amelia yelp and jut her hips back into him. His adulations, their mingled breaths, the continuous collision of their bodies— she's drowning in sensation and manages to gasp out a request.]
P-Please k-Keep going and... [Both of her legs now, wrap around his back insistently urging him to do more if possible.]
[The bite of her fingernails against his back and that sharp cry both send a shudder through him, from her fingers all the way to the base of his spine, and though he can hear that momentary hesitation in her voice as she wraps her legs tightly around his waist, he doesn't miss that request for a moment.
He feels another surge of heat push through him, urging him onward, and there's something that flares to life in his gaze as he lifts his head to claim her mouth with his own once more, his kiss searing as he does precisely as asked. If he'd still been holding something back, he certainly wasn't now; the steady roll of his hips has become a sharp snap forward instead, his rhythm now growing erratic as his breath comes short. He lets out a low groan follows by his own sharp cry against her lips, too lost in sensation and their shared heat to articulate more than that— truly, she must be a powerful witch to be able to render him speechless.
His pace is nearing furious now, each snap forward pushing hard and deep, careful control having frayed completely, though he still gathers himself well enough to slide a hand between the press of their bodies, pressing two fingers against her clit and working it to push her higher yet, even as he continues to lose himself in her.
He has enough presence of mind to realize that he's unlikely to last much longer, especially given just how long its been since he's known another human so intimately. His head drops back for a moment, baring his throat before he bends forward and buries his face in the crook of her neck, managing to string words together between more rushed, feverish kisses.]
I— I'm nearly—
[It's all he can manage. She can probably put the pieces together herself.]
[Her saccharine moans are a sound to behold at his unforgiving pace. It's a collision as her hips grind back, wanting to give the same urgency in return. This, this she likes; the height of madness, the carnal voracious want that engulfs the both of them in its entirety. She kisses him back, breathing in the voice of his pleasure, forgetting about everything else, everyone else...
(It's temporary, it's a distraction, she wants to add more distance to it all...)
His fingers pressing her clit insistently makes her cry out in shock, not expecting to be unraveled again. She feels overly stimulated, electricity running up her spine while her skin is on fire as the friction reaches an all-time high. The words he manages to deliver are not lost on her because she too is of the same mind, if there's any of it left that isn't lost to their frenzied desire. ]
I— You— You can—
[Whoever plunges first, the other is sure to follow. All she can do is bury her face in his shoulder before she kisses the base of his throat with the utmost gentleness and softness compared to everything else that's currently entangled.]
[Her continued moans, her own failed attempt at words, the soft press of her lips against the hollow of his throat— he had been determined to bring her to the edge again before he allowed himself to to come apart, but it's all too much, every sense blissfully overwhelmed, and his hips stutter as he tumbles over that edge himself. He cries out sharply, a shout that's rough enough at the edges that it sounds as though it had been torn from his very throat, and he stifles it by crushing his lips against the curve of her neck in an almost bruising kiss, followed by the scrape of teeth as he kisses his way downwards and spends himself inside of her, letting out a long, low groan that feels drawn from the deepest part of him.
The relentless pace he'd set is forced to slow, each buck growing weaker following his release, but even as his vision blurs with that dizzying feeling of head, overwhelming pleasure, he summons up the strength to continue, working his fingers to push and pinch and strive to make her come undone a second time beneath in, his breath now coming heavily just beneath her ear, his brow pressed firmly against her temple.]
Come for me—
[It's a low and breathless demand, rather than a request, but he has never been one to leave a task unfinished, and certainly not one as delightful as this.]
[Maybe it's the stifled rough cry against her neck, or how he spent himself inside her; perhaps it's the continuous hot friction even as his body slows down but his fingers do not, or his breathless demand for her to come under his gaze—
The thread snaps. With her hips bucking desperately against him and his fingers, stars burst behind her eyelids as she inhales raggedly and cries out sweetly once again as a tidal wave of absolute ecstasy crashes and overtakes her entire being.
Unbelievable. Incredible.
For a moment she breathes heavily before releasing her legs from him but not completely withdrawing, legs intertwined with his. Her chest heaves up and down as she weakly covers her eyes with her arms to bask in the lingering. It had been so long that if her words returned to her properly, she would be lost in the afterglow of such a vigorous session.
Pursing her lips she lifts one hand up to blindly search for Gale's face and when she does, her fingers trace the contour of his lips and just hover there, a wordless gesture of contentment.]
[It is as stunningly beautiful to watch as it had been the first time— perhaps even moreso now that he's no longer lost in the heat of his own desire, and he feels his breath rush out of him as she comes apart beneath his touch, bending his head to press kisses against the fine column of her throat as he continues to press and stroke her through her peak, easing his touch only when she begins to come down the other side.
His own breath is still heavy, ragged, and for a few moments he drops his head to rest lightly above her heart as he remembers how to breathe properly. It's only once he's done so that he carefully withdraws from her, softening, their limbs still entangled as puts his arms around her middle and settles against the mattress beside her, feeling his heartrate slow as he remains pulled close, dropping soft, tender kisses against her shoulder. He gives a breathless laugh as he takes her in, sees the way she's covered her eyes in the aftermath, and smiles against the brush of her fingers as she traces his lips, puckering them to press against her fingertips.
Contentment. It hardly seems a strong enough word, and yet in this moment he can think of nothing else beyond this room, beyond the pair of them. Their respective troubles are quite literally worlds away— there is nothing to keep this perfect moment from being entirely theirs.
He is the first to break the silence, dropping his chin to gently nuzzle his nose and lips against her shoulder, gathering her against his chest as he playfully hooks his own foot around her ankle.]
[It sounds like a grumble but it's less displeased and more tired. So, maybe not a perfect moment, but it's a very her response even in this kind of aftermath. The kisses on her shoulder make Amelia curl into Gale and as he takes her into his gentler embrace, she drops her arms and crosses them across her waist.]
[He laughs softly as she curls into him, gladly adjusting his posture for her as she lowers her arms.]
Is that so? Well. [He tuts, teasingly.] We are up rather late.
[Rather than disrupt their current arrangement, he raises a hand just enough to wave and it and bid the bed to conform to their needs, instead; the two of them are now nestled comfortably beneath the soft, richly plum-colored duvet. No need to risk getting cold.]
That's what I get for agreeing to stay up late I suppose.
[She's the most wry. Now that they're comfortably covered, Amelia turns around so that she's facing Gale directly. Contrary to her brusque remarks, her eyes are soft when looking into his.]
[His own smile softens as she locks eyes with him, and he leans in to press his brow against hers, letting the tips of their noses brush as he takes the side of her face in his hand, fingers easily entangling themselves in her hair.]
You are more than worth waiting for.
[He would have waited forever, if she'd needed it, though saying so aloud might be a bit much for her.]
Thank you for trusting me. [With this. With her story. With her heart.] I'll ensure that trust is not misplaced.
[The tenderness contrasts the minutes beforehand; it's befuddling especially after being so long without, but she isn't going to shy away from the comfort his touch gives her. Her fingers reach up in turn, tracing the outline of his beard.]
[It is remarkable, really, how something so many people take for granted— the simple act of human touch— can bring one so much comfort. These quiet moments following their impassioned entanglement are just as important, just as precious, and he turns his head just enough to place a chaste kiss against the inside of her wrist as she runs her fingers along the edge of his beard.]
I should hope not, otherwise my hopes of starting the new year by waking beside you would be dashed.
[There's a mirthful upturn at one corner of his mouth, and he tips his chin upwards just enough to press a kiss against her forehead, followed by the corner of her mouth.]
May you have the sweetest of dreams. I will be here when you wake.
[Sleep, he thinks, will come easily tonight— for the first time in a long, long while.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
She'd asked him not to stop, and he has no intention of doing so.
His fingers dig into her thigh just a bit more as he anchors himself, not enough to cause pain, and he gently circles the spot he knows will bring her the most pleasure with his tongue, careful and attentive, focusing his efforts there in hopes of getting another delightful squirm out of her before he dips lower and tastes her more deeply than before. Unwilling to leave her unattended, he lets his thumb take over while his lips and tongue are otherwise occupied, each kiss and stroke of his tongue as gentle as it is adoring, his thumb tightly circling and nudging that bud of pleasure as he keeps himself attentive and attuned to her responses— what she likes, what makes her go tense, what draws those sweet sounds of pleasure from her, what causes a tug of the sheets. They both still have a great deal to learn about one another, and this seems an excellent place to start.]
no subject
The normally composed and severe witch now lies on her back, body flushed and eyes incensed. She writhes at Gale's ministrations, her breathing hot and rhythmic, interrupted just as suddenly as his thumb works in tandem with his tongue to make her feel incredibly sublime. There's an attempt to be stubborn and silence her voice but to no avail as she gasps feverishly through each stroke. Each lap of tongue makes her delirious, and each motion of his thumb threatens to make her clamp his head between her thighs and propel him further.
Her hold on the sheets loosens and tightens before she arches her back slightly, just enough to sit up and cradle his head between her hands, fingers gripping his hair with need. When Amelia speaks up, she barely recognizes her own raw and frantic voice.]
Good— Gale, it feels so good, I'm—!
[She could drown at this moment, balance on this tightrope of exquisite torment or give in and fall off the quickly approaching edge. His careful work and attention to her center of pleasure are making her wet and it makes her lose her articulation.]
I'm... I...
[She's so close to release and he can feel it in the grind of her hips against his tongue and the dewiness of her center as she chases it desperately. No other thoughts, just her, Gale, and this impossible pleasure he's ravishing upon her.]
no subject
Even if she hadn't given voice to her unraveling, he would have known she was dangerously close— the shudder of her thighs as she struggles not to trap him between them, the uneven hitch of her breath, her grip on his hair that only serves to further stoke his own arousal. He looks up at her from beneath long lashes for but a moment, her voice having gained an edge that stirs something primal deep within him, and he only gives her a brief moment of reprieve as he allows himself a breath, his beard scraping against the inside of her thigh as he shifts his angle, the muscles in his back pulling taut beneath her gaze as he disappears between her legs once more.]
Let yourself go, my love.
[His voice is low, raw and husky with his own desire, and he feels drunk on the scent of her as he closes his lips around her clit, once again lavishing attention on her with his tongue, its strokes tender but no less persistent in the wake of his thumb, releasing her thigh and letting it rest over his shoulder as he reaches to lay his hand against her stomach. Gently, he presses two of those dexterous fingers inside of her and curls them forward as if to beckon her, stroking her from within while he continues to push her higher with lips and tongue alike, breath hot and labored against sensitive skin, intent on bringing her over that edge and watching her come apart, his efforts as intense as they are meticulously controlled, unwilling to lose himself until he's given her what he feels is her due.]
no subject
Amelia doesn't know if it's his words (and for a split second her heart feels a sting, quickly smothered by her haze of lust) or the obscene way he consumes her and slips his fingers inside to rub her, but it all leads to the same end. She completely shatters.
She's deaf to her own cries as she arches her back and comes. Her body quivers and shakes, awash with pleasure, and the pads of her fingers grasp his hair tightly before letting go and raising them so that her arms cover her eyes.]
Oh—
[She whimpers in blissful awe. Even with her eyes closed she sees sparkling lights akin to the fireworks that were set off not too long ago. To say that she's bewildered, stunned, or irrevocably elated wouldn't be able to measure up to the aftermath of how Gale made her feel.]
no subject
Careful not to overwhelm her, he shifts forward so that he can join her once more and puts an arm around her waist to gather her against his chest, carding fingers through her vibrant red hair and pressing a soft kiss against her forehead before dropping one on either cheek, then finally reaching her lips, catching them with his own. Seeing her like this, hearing her come undone as a result of his attentions, all of it has his pulse reaching a fever pitch, his blood thundering in his ears, and he exhales happily against the curve of her mouth, eyes closed.]
You should hear yourself.
[Some might feel self-conscious after hearing such a statement, but the low rasp of his voice makes it very, very clear that he quite likes what he hears.]
no subject
With some great effort, she manages to reply, still sensitive to every touch and his skin against hers.]
I... Was I loud?
[A redundant question and maybe kind of adorable of her to ask. Amelia's hands move up to Gale's shoulders.]
That was... You're...
[You're so wonderful. Even in the aftermath of the shockwaves that slammed into her in a flash, she's already glancing downward and says:]
Gale. [Her kisses take a turn and he'll feel his lower lip being nipped at.]
Aren't you...?
[Her fingers are sliding down his torso and towards his hips. She inhales before continuing, a gentle longing in her voice.]
Do you want more of me?
no subject
You sounded beautiful.
[That doesn't exactly answer her question, but a shudder rolls through him as she nips at his lower lip, another soft groan escaping him; he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing visibly as he insistently kisses her back, still heated, still hungry, a very distinct wanting still very much present behind all that tenderness.
Her fingers begin to trail downwards and the mark on his chest pulses just a bit brighter, and that note of longing in her voice reaches somewhere deep inside of him and further stokes the already burning embers of desire. He feels his heart jump into his throat for a moment as her fingers find his hips, and he answers that question with another heated kiss, catching her lower lip between his teeth before he starts kissing his way along the angle of her jaw and back towards her ears.]
Of course I do—
[His words are murmured against the shell of her ear now; he inhales the scent of her hair before dropping his chin to kiss and nip at the delicate skin of her neck. His lips are feverish against her, and he can feel that careful control of his threatening to fray— he is, admittedly, well out of practice, and does not quite have the mastery over himself he might have in the past.]
I want as much of you as I can possibly get.
no subject
You did—
[Her fingers move to the front of his trousers and maneuver the button and zipper open, her eyes never leaving Gale.]
—Very well. [And this is where her voice drops into her own low and sensual tone as she moves her bare hips against his to tease.]
But don't hold back on my account.
[Amelia wants to feel him and see him lose control and release that reckless abandon in her. She gave him her sweet sounds and gave in to him. He deserves his due now and so she whispers in a tantalizing tone.]
It's time to let yourself go, isn't it?
no subject
I only wanted to ensure you were well taken care of, but it is as you say—
[He inhales sharply as he seals his mouth over hers for another heated, ravenous kiss, this one even less restrained than the last, and his hands roam over her hips and up her sides, over her shoulders and down her back until he can cup her rear, only for a brief moment before he playfully topples her back to the bed, a mischievous smile curling his lips as he takes the opportunity to stand. She's made an excellent start, but if they're going to explore one another and entangle as fully as he'd like, he's still wearing a little too much clothing.]
The time for restraint has passed.
[He does away with his trousers and the briefs beneath, both having been pulled uncomfortably tight, and they end up in the same heap as the rest of their discarded clothing to be dealt with decidedly later, revealing himself to be hard and as wanting as to be expected. There's not a trace of the shyness he would otherwise show at baring even the most benign part of himself; he is well past the point of shyness with her, and he wastes no time in joining her on the bed once more, eager to become a tangle of limbs, to touch her and learn every dip and curve, his hands sliding over her hips the moment they're in reach, his lips catching hers as he finds himself utterly unable to stay away.
She'd longingly asked him if he'd wanted more of her, and the answer to that is one worth repeating; he exhales his words against the curve of her lips between eager kisses, his length pressing against her leg as he pulls her flush against him, sliding an arm around her waist.]
I want you— all of you.
no subject
Amelia presses her lips against his, a little slower and unhurried, but no less deep and passionate for him. Hands travel down his shoulder blades and then his neck before caressing his face.
Catching a breath, she smiles radiantly at Gale, a rarity from her that she doesn't even realize it.]
If that's what you want...
[One leg moves to hook behind his knees, to spurn him forward. She braces herself and kisses his chin.]
I'm all yours.
[More than a promise, it's a guarantee. She burns so brightly for him in that moment that she could go blind and would think nothing of it as long as she kept the memories of how he made her feel forever.]
no subject
He takes in a sharp breath as she hooks a leg around his waist, his gaze dark and heavy with lust, then exhales as he leans forward to press his forehead against hers, tangling his fingers in her hair as he cups the side of her face, one hand gliding over her hip and along her raised thigh before he shifts, guiding himself to her entrance and finally accepting the invitation she had offered him. He's slow to start, careful, not wanting to rush, but a low groan escapes him as he sinks into her inch by blissful inch, going still for a moment when he bottoms out, eyelids lowering once more.]
Amelia.
[It would be so, so easy to lose himself in the heat of her embrace, and he has no doubt he will, but for now, he catches her beneath her thigh to keep it draped over his hip and behind his back, then steadily rolls his hips to see just how they fit together, and it feels delicious and right. He had almost forgotten just how much mortal lovemaking had to offer, and he is glad they had chosen to do things this way, despite the alternatives he might have offered.
Slowly, he begins to start a rhythm, steady and deliberate as he thrusts into silken heat, his brow still pressed against hers, his fingers curling to tighten their grip in her hair, his breath shallow now that he's let his control begin to fray more quickly, falling away as he finds himself once more, for the first time in ages.]
no subject
The initial discomfort is forgotten and the burn and heat of it all envelops her completely. Her hips thrust back, adjusting to Gale's rhythm and she murmurs various encouragements to him.
Don't stop. Keep going. More.
This was all so dreamlike but his affection and need for her is so real. In everything he does, it makes Amelia believe in something new and something apart from the person she had been decades ago. And she wants Gale, Gale who also suffered so much, but believed in her, to feel the distance from that pain.
Her lips start to kiss up his shoulder again as he moves with some added scrapes of her teeth to encourage him even more.]
no subject
He makes murmurings of his own, sweat beading against his forehead, his hand at her thigh sliding back to her hip to steady himself, deft fingers digging in as he bends his head and whispers sweet nothings between each heated thrusts, softly gasping how beautiful she was, how much he'd longed for this, and his lips steadily working along her neck, the hand in her hair dropping to palm at her breast and tease at its peak, his touch firm but gentle even now.]
I've dreamed of this, my heart.
[The admission is strained, one of many half-whispered adulations, and he carefully catches her earlobe between his teeth, giving it a playful nip.]
no subject
The sharper thrust elicits a cry of sweet shock from her and she clings to him even tighter, fingers digging into his back, and clenching him even tighter. Gale's wandering hand over her chest and the nip at her earlobe make Amelia yelp and jut her hips back into him. His adulations, their mingled breaths, the continuous collision of their bodies— she's drowning in sensation and manages to gasp out a request.]
P-Please k-Keep going and... [Both of her legs now, wrap around his back insistently urging him to do more if possible.]
Hard... Harder.
[Someone likes it rough.]
no subject
He feels another surge of heat push through him, urging him onward, and there's something that flares to life in his gaze as he lifts his head to claim her mouth with his own once more, his kiss searing as he does precisely as asked. If he'd still been holding something back, he certainly wasn't now; the steady roll of his hips has become a sharp snap forward instead, his rhythm now growing erratic as his breath comes short. He lets out a low groan follows by his own sharp cry against her lips, too lost in sensation and their shared heat to articulate more than that— truly, she must be a powerful witch to be able to render him speechless.
His pace is nearing furious now, each snap forward pushing hard and deep, careful control having frayed completely, though he still gathers himself well enough to slide a hand between the press of their bodies, pressing two fingers against her clit and working it to push her higher yet, even as he continues to lose himself in her.
He has enough presence of mind to realize that he's unlikely to last much longer, especially given just how long its been since he's known another human so intimately. His head drops back for a moment, baring his throat before he bends forward and buries his face in the crook of her neck, managing to string words together between more rushed, feverish kisses.]
I— I'm nearly—
[It's all he can manage. She can probably put the pieces together herself.]
no subject
(It's temporary, it's a distraction, she wants to add more distance to it all...)
His fingers pressing her clit insistently makes her cry out in shock, not expecting to be unraveled again. She feels overly stimulated, electricity running up her spine while her skin is on fire as the friction reaches an all-time high. The words he manages to deliver are not lost on her because she too is of the same mind, if there's any of it left that isn't lost to their frenzied desire. ]
I— You— You can—
[Whoever plunges first, the other is sure to follow. All she can do is bury her face in his shoulder before she kisses the base of his throat with the utmost gentleness and softness compared to everything else that's currently entangled.]
no subject
The relentless pace he'd set is forced to slow, each buck growing weaker following his release, but even as his vision blurs with that dizzying feeling of head, overwhelming pleasure, he summons up the strength to continue, working his fingers to push and pinch and strive to make her come undone a second time beneath in, his breath now coming heavily just beneath her ear, his brow pressed firmly against her temple.]
Come for me—
[It's a low and breathless demand, rather than a request, but he has never been one to leave a task unfinished, and certainly not one as delightful as this.]
no subject
The thread snaps. With her hips bucking desperately against him and his fingers, stars burst behind her eyelids as she inhales raggedly and cries out sweetly once again as a tidal wave of absolute ecstasy crashes and overtakes her entire being.
Unbelievable. Incredible.
For a moment she breathes heavily before releasing her legs from him but not completely withdrawing, legs intertwined with his. Her chest heaves up and down as she weakly covers her eyes with her arms to bask in the lingering. It had been so long that if her words returned to her properly, she would be lost in the afterglow of such a vigorous session.
Pursing her lips she lifts one hand up to blindly search for Gale's face and when she does, her fingers trace the contour of his lips and just hover there, a wordless gesture of contentment.]
no subject
His own breath is still heavy, ragged, and for a few moments he drops his head to rest lightly above her heart as he remembers how to breathe properly. It's only once he's done so that he carefully withdraws from her, softening, their limbs still entangled as puts his arms around her middle and settles against the mattress beside her, feeling his heartrate slow as he remains pulled close, dropping soft, tender kisses against her shoulder. He gives a breathless laugh as he takes her in, sees the way she's covered her eyes in the aftermath, and smiles against the brush of her fingers as she traces his lips, puckering them to press against her fingertips.
Contentment. It hardly seems a strong enough word, and yet in this moment he can think of nothing else beyond this room, beyond the pair of them. Their respective troubles are quite literally worlds away— there is nothing to keep this perfect moment from being entirely theirs.
He is the first to break the silence, dropping his chin to gently nuzzle his nose and lips against her shoulder, gathering her against his chest as he playfully hooks his own foot around her ankle.]
That was well worth the wait.
no subject
[It sounds like a grumble but it's less displeased and more tired. So, maybe not a perfect moment, but it's a very her response even in this kind of aftermath. The kisses on her shoulder make Amelia curl into Gale and as he takes her into his gentler embrace, she drops her arms and crosses them across her waist.]
I'm exhausted.
[That's a telling assessment if nothing else.]
no subject
Is that so? Well. [He tuts, teasingly.] We are up rather late.
[Rather than disrupt their current arrangement, he raises a hand just enough to wave and it and bid the bed to conform to their needs, instead; the two of them are now nestled comfortably beneath the soft, richly plum-colored duvet. No need to risk getting cold.]
There— much better.
no subject
[She's the most wry. Now that they're comfortably covered, Amelia turns around so that she's facing Gale directly. Contrary to her brusque remarks, her eyes are soft when looking into his.]
... Thank you for waiting. For me, that is.
no subject
You are more than worth waiting for.
[He would have waited forever, if she'd needed it, though saying so aloud might be a bit much for her.]
Thank you for trusting me. [With this. With her story. With her heart.] I'll ensure that trust is not misplaced.
no subject
[The tenderness contrasts the minutes beforehand; it's befuddling especially after being so long without, but she isn't going to shy away from the comfort his touch gives her. Her fingers reach up in turn, tracing the outline of his beard.]
Get some sleep, alright?
[After a second, she adds in a hushed voice.]
I'm not going anywhere.
no subject
I should hope not, otherwise my hopes of starting the new year by waking beside you would be dashed.
[There's a mirthful upturn at one corner of his mouth, and he tips his chin upwards just enough to press a kiss against her forehead, followed by the corner of her mouth.]
May you have the sweetest of dreams. I will be here when you wake.
[Sleep, he thinks, will come easily tonight— for the first time in a long, long while.]