[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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(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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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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.
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[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.
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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.
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[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.
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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.]