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I softly groan as I stretch out to my fullest, almost slipping out of the small hotel chair in the process and humming with each painful release of my joints. Now melting further into the cushion as I exhale and relax, my gaze falls on the firey fairy of a woman as she pointedly avoids my direction. In the gentle curves of her stiffened posture, I could almost mistake her of being from nobility. If she hadn't already confessed to me, I would be misunderstanding her body language for aloofness or feigning ignorance of my existence.
Besides, I can't be imagining the creeping pink dusting across her cheeks, neck, and chest. Dare I think it... cute?
After accidentally hearing my mother pick up on the all the subtle cues,- the woman is a right Sherlock when it comes to everything relationships- I can imagine the embarrassing torment Marianne is putting herself through while deep in her silence. I've decided that it is, indeed, cute. I so dare.
But I am at a loss as to what to say. A week ago, I was preparing for the operation across Europe knowing that it would probably be the time I finally perish and our world would be lost forever when news of the aliens' mysterious demise reached me. Only an hour later, in the middle of my daily exercises was I interrupted by this small woman who somehow knew exactly what to say in order to essentially ask me out.
I know, now, that it wasn't her intention, but when she first approached me and asked to join her for a drink, I was afraid that it was another cruel prank. This spitfire did convince me with an ease that, admittedly, unnerved me though I was compelled to follow without question. I couldn't deny how beautiful she is and for her to have been serious in her offer, it's like finding the needle in the haystack.
Despite any of my inquiries, she kept a tight lip until we sat down at the pub and got, not our first round, but the second. Once we were alone in our corner did she open with:
"I know about the Omegas and Alphas, the Resets, the visions, and what really happened at Verdun."
Needless to say, I believe at that point I became stunned, truly mesmerized for the first time in my life. Speechless even! Not that I could get a word in anyway as she let loose everything, answering the questions I had with our sudden victory against the endless invasion.
Then... she confessed.
I never...
She was so beautiful, but I have kept my heart guarded against the idea of love for so long, I wondered...
I wanted to keep it guarded.
I couldn't.
I wondered, for a brief moment, what it would be like to merely hold her. To allow myself a soft embrace of someone who loves me- that isn't my mother.
But I felt guilty then.
To have someone so beautiful as she hold a creature such as me, while she truly loves me and I am instead jaded, it would be a sin. A crime. She had to be mistaken in claiming to love me. Whatever she experienced during her Resets couldn't have caused her to have any affection for me.
Before I could say anything in return, she tossed money on the table and flew out of the pub. Never once turning back even as I called her name.
How long had I been silent, lost in contemplation?
Nevertheless, I did want to warn her about the possible side effects of recovering from the Omega connection. With her long gone and no contact information, I call her sister to let her in on the news. Marianne did mention how my mother kindly provided a nice hotel room in the city and knowing my mum, I know which one she exclusively uses because she has a membership. I give Dawn the address and hang up, making my way back to the base.
I didn't make it five steps when she called again, demanding that I meet her there and if I'm not present, she'll go back to singing love songs at the top of her lungs while we're working.
Of all the insolent...
"Bog," she solemnly said, "you didn't see yourself while you were comatose."
I ended up sitting in the lobby until the ray of sunshine bursts in, letting her deal with getting access to the room because if I did, people would ask questions.
Dawn was right though. Once she turned on the bedroom light, I could see how pale Marianne had become and how cold she was despite the plush hotel sheets and duvets. The blonde was clinical in her mission to care for her sister, having me do any heavy lifting or be sent off for materials.
I did do my best not to stare at the figure of the brunette whenever Dawn would have to take her to get a warm bath every now and then. All because she demanded that I be the one to move Marianne around to make up for what Dawn had to go through all by herself when dealing with my coma.
However, when she demanded that I also lay down with Marianne in between baths to keep her warm I very firmly declined. Her argument is that my resting body temp being a few degrees higher than most, I would be the perfect space heater until the cold fever breaks. I couldn't refute her argument at that point, but I made sure the both of us were modestly dressed everytime.
Though I have to admit that I did dream of the impossible while holding Marianne. That we were both happy together. I wonder if I could learn to love again, if only for her.
Maybe I could give her a chance.
If what she said is true and she spent a year's worth of days and still comes out with eyes for me, maybe if I can give her my time and see where it goes from there.
Of course it didn't take long for my mother to blow up my phone, ordering answers for why I've gone radio silent all of a sudden.
"Where are you?"
"Ah'm with a friend, mam."
"... You're currently with Miss Fae?"
"No!"
I might have said that a little too loudly and fast because she dropped the call right then. Not even an hour later, she's at the hotel door. I'm not the least bit surprised at her appearance. She's very much like a goblin as much as I am a gangly beast.
Once Marianne's cold fever broke on the third day, I claimed my place in this chair expecting her to wake up shortly. I was out for three days, so there's a chance it'll be thereabouts the same for her. I really wanted to speak with her anyway.
But the fourth day passed. Then the fifth.
I refused to leave my seat for anything more than the restroom, but I refrained from going through the bedroom as often as I could. I feared that if I peered upon her for too long I would never leave her side until she awakens. Who knows, I might even have been tempted to kiss her to see if that would bring her back.
I'm such a fool. A hopeless romantic at heart, though I try very much to squash it.
And now she is up and about and we're truly alone.
"Marianne, uh," I stumble over my tongue, "Ah'm glad that yur awake. Dawn was, we were starting to worry, but Ah knew ye are a tough girl."
Something I said has her lock her gaze on me, amber eyes open wide with tears growing along her lashes.
"Ah'm sorry! Ah didn't mean ta make ya cry."
"No," she gasps out a short laugh as she rubs at her eyes, "I- I like it when you call me that. You said it before during my Resets."
"What, that yur a tough girl?"
She softly nods, then sighs as she rubs at her arms. "Look, I want to thank you for coming, but now that I'm better you don't have to stay here anymore. Here," she rises to her feet, "I'll walk you out."
Before she steps out of reach, I gently capture her fingers. "Wait," I find my own voice quiet as if she is a wild animal on the verge of fleeing.
"Bog?"
"Yur sister will be returning with food. Why don't ya relax and when she's here we can talk a little bit about the next step in dealing with the Mimics."
She chews at her lower lip for a bit before silently nodding, lowering back down into her seat. "Before she comes back, do you... want to talk about the other topic?"
At her question, I want to start first if only to avoid what happened in the pub. "Ah want ta apologize if my silence back then came across as a flat out rejection. I just, simply can't believe that someone could love me. Ah thought that Ah was gettin' pranked."
"I know. I gave you a lot of info in a short amount of time and then dropped an emotional bomb like that, even after knowing of your past and doing it anyway. I'm sorry, really." She hides her face again, one foot minutely bouncing in place. "You- you don't ever have to see me outside of work if I made you uncomfortable. I just... you had told me... I wanted..."
I couldn't bear to see her struggle, so I lean forward to place a hand on the nervous leg. My touch immediately halting the movement but her shoulders raise and stiffen. "Tough Girl, stop fretting so much. Ah've had a week ta reflect on things and now that Ah know who ya are, Ah don't think life would be the same without ya. Ah'll have ye know that Ah wasn't keen on yur sister at first. It was the damned lov-"
"Love songs, yeah," Marianne chuckles, her shoulders drooping. "It does get on one's nerves very quickly.
"But she was the only person in the entire world who understood more about the aliens than myself, so the time spent with her helped me warm up ta her while setting boundaries. Biggest condition was most definitely based on the singing." I pause, chewing on my next words for a moment. "Ah'd like ta give ye my time. Ta try opening my heart as long as ye promise me one thing."
Her eyes meet mine and I have to be romanticizing the light reflecting in her earthy depths as anticipating hope.
"Promise me that if ya ever stop loving me-."
"Bog, there's no way I-."
I place my fingers over her mouth as quickly as I could. I need to get this out first. "Let me finish. If ye stop loving me, please tell me up front. Ah don't want ta know why or how, but just let me know."
Both her hands wrap around mine, pulling it away from her face though she doesn't let go. Instead, she's holding it close to her heart. I can feel the soft beat through her chest and her lively warmth, both a blessing after her coma.
"Bog- Rodric," she starts though I am startled at depth of her knowledge, "I promise to be honest with you if you'll do the same for me. I've been cheated on as well and never intended to love ever again. But with you, it just came naturally over time."
Her smile is so comforting and soft in spite of the tears in her eyes. "Thank you for giving me a chance. I'm going to make you another promise, though, and may I die a terrible death if I break it. I will always love you, even beyond space and time and death, I will love you."
In my youth I had dreams of moments like this, to find a woman who wants to be by my side as we support one another and fill in each other's weakness with our own strengths. After my heart had been ground into nothing more than dust with each and every single one of my own Resets, I was so sure those dreams were long dead. How is it that she wormed her way past my walls with very little interaction?
Feeling conscientious of how close my hand is to her breast, I slip out of her hold to rub my neck instead. "Ah don't know how ta respond ta that ta tell ye the truth, but Ah do promise ta be honest as well."
"Since we're going to be honest," she says though her blush is deepening, "can I please give you a hug?"
I feel a bloom of heat lift up from my chest, my shirt too thick for comfort. My tongue is knotted and my throat is a desert. I can only nod and move to get up.
"No," Marianne says softly as she touches my knee in kind. "Stay."
Like a serpent, she glides over to me. Every step makes me feel as if my skin will combust and smolder. Then she nestles herself square on my lap and I am most positive that this is a dream. I am almost afraid to touch her just in case it'll ruin the mirage.
Her slender arms wrap around my torso, fingers brushing along my spine pulling a choked gasp from my lungs. By the heavens, I didn't know that about my body but now I can feel the flames curl around my limbs and consume me. Her weight pushes, molding her body against mine as her embrace is tight and steady.
"You can hold me too, you know," her muffled voice idles from my chest.
Gently, as if she were a mere apparition, I return the embrace. A feather's touch in comparison with hers.
Until she trails her fingers up my back again.
Out of pure reaction as I shudder, I hold her tight and my hips lift up as if it would help me get away from the touch. But I hear a soft moan that makes my head echo with my pulsing blood.
She softly chuckles, her face still buried against my chest. "I bet I could turn you into a wild thing. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I feel her shift, noticing that her head is coming up to my shoulders and neck to where I can feel her hot breath. "I know I would."
"Marianne," I gasp.
The door swings open revealing the other fairy of a woman with a bountiful hoard in her arms. "I'm coming in, you better be decent!"
I jump, releasing my hands from Marianne's hips not at all realizing I moved them there in the first place. Though I already have committed to memory of how plush she is despite her fit frame. She, however, doesn't move.
Dawn's open mouthed shock renders her silent for once as she unloads the food on the coffee table. I'm sure my own expression is just as surprised.
"Did she use love potion on you or something?" She asks as her blue eyes lock on mine.
"Don't say anything, you sun-loving freak." Marianne's tired voice muffles.
"Yeah, right! Like I'm not going to mention how the two people in my life who were both so gung-ho about never falling in love again are now cuddling. Hello?!"
"You're too loud," the eldest complains.
"Whatever, I brought you food. You may not realize it right now, but you are starving. Thanks to Mother General, I was able to get a little bit of medical supplies in order to keep you nourished, but you will very much need to eat soon. Start with the broth I brought, then you can go nuts."
As if answering her sister, the brunette's stomach loudly announces its presence. Groaning with an underlying growl, she returns to her seat and starts sipping at the offered dish. Dawn opens the dialogue on the topic of her sister's Resets and what she might have learned.
Catching the blonde up to speed, we also discuss bringing this up to my mother now that she has admitted to knowing that we have a secret. With her position, we might be able to properly warn the planet should this happen again. Let us hope that she won't allow any more quack doctors near them. And hopefully, Marianne's connections with the military media will aid in spreading the word.
After the women had their fill, they left for the bedroom allowing me a moment to myself for the first time in days. I think about all that we've brought up and just how animated Marianne is when she's mid-conversation. Beautiful, smart, and determined; how did he get so lucky?
Dawn returns to the common area with a smirk. "So."
I raise a brow at her. "What?"
"Are you going to date her?"
"Ah don't know. Maybe. Ah don't know how ta feel about this situation."
She scoffs, falling unto the sofa with a displeased huff. "You think too much. Just go for it. Whatever happens, happens. She already loves you which is more than you got from she-who-remains-unnamed. And I know my sister, she's serious about you. However you treated her during her Resets must have meant that you did something right. Let yourself have this and be happy for once in your life."
Her phone trills which she quickly answers. "Sunny!! You're off base?" She pauses as the voice on the other end speaks. "You're already here? Oh! OH! I'll be right down."
She flies to her feet and rushes to the door. "Bye!!! My boyfriend is taking me on a date! Laters."
The door closes and I start to wonder if that woman ever runs out of energy. I silently clean up the table, finding a groove during the process of rinsing the plasticware before setting them aside for recycling. I softly hum a favorite song of mine as warm water runs through my fingers.
"I've been mistreated," I softly sing under my breath, getting lost in the music playing in my head.
"I hope not by me," a familiar voice sounds from right behind me. I hate to say it, but I jump resulting in a splash of suds washing over my shirt and pants.
"Heavens, ya sneaky vixen!"
Marianne giggles, leaning her back against the counter. "I'm a vixen now, how fun."
"Oh, hush," I grumble, trying to hide my embarrassment by returning to the task, ignoring the warm wetness on my clothes. I don't have any spares and mother probably purposefully "forgot" to bring some when she made sure to bring damn near everything else.
"Hey, you."
I face her, wondering what she wants to say.
"Do you want to know about our kisses?"
My hands slip causing another tsunami over my clothes as I sputter both physically and mentally.
"Kiss…es? As in, more than one?"
She nods. "Both of them are really sad for me though."
I shut the water off having just finished anyway before drying my hands with a hand towel. "Sad, ya say? Ah must have been a terrible kisser then."
"Not at all. I never wanted to part from you both times. You're actually quite good with your tongue."
I know I am blushing so hot, I could be running a fever. I clear my throat, finding it tight. "What, what's the context of the events then?"
"The first one I initiated because I was desperate for you to stay behind while I went on ahead to where we first thought the Omega was. I had already fallen for you and I couldn't think of anything else to get you to stay so you could be safe."
I know myself, or rather, I like to think that I do. I wouldn't want to stay put when I could finally have a hand in killing the aliens. Even if I were to be kissed by the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I don't think I would have remained.
"You didn't listen and died telling me your real name. The first time I kissed you out of all those Resets and I still couldn't save you. So I went by myself to the dam, straight into the trap."
"And… the second time?"
"I had lost the power and we were yards away from the Omega with the Alpha guarding it. I wanted to run to the alien as a distraction so that I could give you a chance to be the hero again. With my leg hurt, however, you volunteered yourself and thanked me for getting you so close."
"Did ya kiss me again?"
"No, you did." She smiles at me though it falls shortly after. "Then that thing tore you apart like you were paper."
"S-sorry," I stammer.
Her hands grip mine, directing my body to face hers as she angles her face upwards. "I want to kiss you without your death on the line. I need to feel you without the war on our minds. May I ask for only this, right now?"
For everything she has accomplished and for saving the world, I believe she is entitled to one wish. And I have been admittedly studying her lips for days now.
I idle a hand along her neck, brushing my thumb across her cheek and letting her soft, short hair slip through my fingers. As she lets out a soft sigh, she closes her eyes and trusting me completely. She's had countless Resets to feel this way I'm sure, so I should be able to trust her as well.
I lean down, down, down and hesitate, our faces so close I can hear the slight shudder in her breath before she whispers.
"Please…"
Resolving myself, I close the distance with a gentle placement of my lips to hers. When she doesn't pull away after the first moment, I bravely lean into her. The way her softness presses against the stark contrast of my dry lips feels wrong. Without thinking, I lick my lips.
Mari hums and retaliates with a flick of her tongue, her hands as I now notice are inching up my chest and over my shoulders. Her touch sends an electric fire throughout my entire body and I start to lose sense of any inhibitions I may have had. I push against her while pulling her into me by her neck or is it that she is pushing against me while pulling me to her by my shoulders? I don't know anymore.
Except for the discomfort in my back. Pulling my hand away, I instead grab her by the waist and drop her on the counter finding the angle far more pleasant. Her gasp is pleasing and I want to hear more of it, more of her in general.
"Mari," I groan between pecks.
"Y-yes?"
"What are ye doing ta me?"
"Loving you the way you deserve," she almost gasps out when I reflexively pull our hips close as I feel her fingers twist in my hair.
"Ye'll spoil me then."
Mari airly laughs as she leans back, her brown eyes full of mirth this time. "Every day that I am allowed to, Bog King."
"Well," I chuckle in kind, "Ah suppose Ah'll have ta return the favor, hm?"
Marianne's hand spread across my chest, a single finger tapping rhythmically. "There's no rush to take it to my level. Take your time, Wild Thing. I'll be here for you as you need me. I… I learned a lot from my time during the Resets, you know. If you had met me before I got the power, you might have hated me."
I notice the wrinkle in her face as she softly hisses but that devolves in soft sniffles.
"I was cowardly and misguided. I did and said illegal things that got me in this position in the first place. But if I hadn't have done that, then what would have been the possibility of someone else killing an Alpha? I- I- I've been, been wondering what would have happened if I obeyed orders instead? What if-."
"Marianne," I grab her by the shoulders and pause when shimmering tears make her eyes appear like endless pools of liquid amber.
"Did that happen when ya first woke up a week ago?" I finally say.
"N-no," she hiccups.
"Then ya have technically done nothing wrong. This is yur clean slate." I smile at her, "make the most of it."
"Then, then would you k-kiss me again, please? No, w- wait, I don't want to push myself on you. Forget I asked."
"Mari," I whisper, taking her head in my hands and waiting until she stops trying to avoid my gaze. "Ah think Ah can love ye, so please, allow me to follow through with yur wishes, my princess."
The sharp, concerned angle of her brows softens as she huffs a short chortle. "You spoil me, my king."
"Everyday that Ah am allowed ta," I mirror her words before delving headlong into her sweet kisses.
What I hope would be only one more kiss, quickly fades as her hands seem to find all the places to knead into or scratch. Having never felt such a beautiful embrace, I lose all sense of gentlemanly decorum.
No longer are my lips molding against hers and my hands cradling her head. Instead, I find my fingers flexing into her flushing flesh, earning a symphony of sighs and sultry moans as I explore every inch of her back and sides until my hands find the perfect curve to comfortably rest upon. My mouth, gasping under her ministrations at first, falls to the side though my lips catch on her neck as I struggle to catch my breath.
I let my tongue just relax, the tip just tasting the teasing aroma of the hotel shampoo. Displeased with that, however, I mold my lips around Mari's slender neck and greedily suck, licking until I can taste her. Her heightened gasps, erring on the side of staccato notes moreso than simple breathless sounds, egg on this need I have suddenly found myself with. She's moving a bit too much, though.
Mari's body stills as she keens out a long, gutteral moan as my teeth find purchase on her skin before her hips wiggle wildly under my grip. I tighten my hands, noting how much my fingers need to sink before I feel her hip bone, and pull her towards myself. I shock myself with these actions for a brief moment.
I never thought I would experience such a passion as this and yet it seems that I just needed to wait for the right person. A person whose fingers are wrapped around my hair and pushing which is driving me to further sample her essence and revel in her pleasurable gyrations. My head feels so clear, yet so fuzzy; like I'm drunk, maybe drowning. I can't think around how constricted and feverish I suddenly feel in these clothes. This is the first time I've felt this... needy for someone.
There's a faint voice in the back of my head cursing the woman who ruined my first and only experience, but I cast it away, far away, for this Tough Girl deserves all of my attention.
I release myself from her and move my hands from her hips, pushing my long fingers into her tone muscles as I slide up her sides and back. I take care to avoid her chest with my thumbs -for now, at least- though I do keep this pressure firm as I idle one hand up the back of neck until my palm cradles her head. Her moans during this... I will my knees to hold steady with how moved I am to be the sole audience for this vocal performance. I note how truly small she is compared to myself while she comes down from the bite before I want to continue.
How did I get so lucky to have gained the trust and love of someone so beautiful and capable? Why is it that her autumn colored eyes, hooded over as they peer nowhere else but me, move me so? I scare myself with how much I suddenly want to consume her parted, panting lips.
"Bog...," Mari sing-songs, her fingers trailing down from my hair to tug at the collar of my shirt. "These clothes are getting in way, don't you think?"
Pausing, I find my cheeks warming at her forwardness before I recollect my mental fortitude and hook my free arm under her bottom, hoisting her up from the countertop and unto my hips. Her limbs wrap tight around me as she giggles into my neck, before I need to lean against the counter at the sensation of her return nibbles. Finding the strength of will, I storm around the living room furniture and step through into the darkened bedroom, though I stop just shy of the bed itself.
I take note of where my hands are. One is twisted around Mari's short locks as she gifts my neck with kisses and bites. The other is fully spread out under her. If I press in with two of my fingers, I can feel a particular plushness separated only by two thin layers of fabric. She's warm there. I push and prod letting curiosity take hold, earning a low pleased groan from her as she rolls her hips. During her motion, my fingertips find a firm bundle which causes her to yelp out a moan. I swirl little circles around this button of hers, basking in all that is Mari.
"Bog," she pleads, "don't tease me right now."
I chuckle, low and deep in my chest as I let her slide down to her feet. She moves to unbutton the white shirt, but I stop her hands, replacing them with my own. After the first button gives way, I lean in to kiss the bit of her chest revealed. At the second, I genuflect before her to better kiss further down her chest. Before I touch the third, I glance up at Marianne, like a knight looking up to his blushing lady.
Her bottom lip is caught under her teeth, her eyes darkened yet glinting wildly in the dim lighting. She touches a hand to my face, an expression of something I have to tell myself is true love. Open, comforting, patient. Her eyes speak so much aside from her desires. I continue.
At the third button, I leave the shirt to modestly keep her covered as the fabric catches on the peaks of her breasts, but I relish in running my face in the valley revealed before me. I soon make quicker work of the final buttons, but I take my time to kiss down her belly, though at moments she huffs out a laugh or two from the contact. Once the final button gives way, she shrugs the shirt off her shoulders with a soft smirk. I want to touch that which has been unveiled, but there is still more to be done.
I hook a couple fingers around the simple, white panties and gently pull down, having to adjust the fabric around her backside until it, too, joins the shirt on the floor. I... I have to remind myself that this isn't a dream. This is a real woman, trusting me with her sacred, beautiful body.
Her hand runs along my jaw, bringing me back to earth. "Your turn, Bog."
I wobble to my feet, suddenly feeling nervous as her small hands traverse along my body. "M,m,maybe I should-."
"Let me do this for you," she says, short and firm yet kindly. "I want to do this for you."
My chest and cheeks burn then, but I quietly relent. Her fingers dance under my shirt, pressing into my muscles with pinpoint accuracy to ease any tension I still have. When she starts lifting the tight fabric, I bend down so she can pull it over my head. That also joins the growing pile near us.
When I note how her hands circle my waist and hips, I realize how sensitive I am. Having kept everyone away has left me susceptible to feeling ticklish at the slightest touch. I focus my mind on her warmth and how her fingers follow along the top of my belt. Soon, Mari moves to unbuckle and unbutton my pants. I feel feverish now as my heart jumps to my throat. Then, her hands slips under both my pants and my boxers to idle down my backside.
"Stars above, Marianne!" I pipe up, unused to such attention.
My only response from her is a low laugh as she pushes both pieces of clothing down my hips. Before I mention how the pants won't make it over the boots, she's already pushing me around and unto the bed. I gape at her as she bends down to unlace my boots.
"Ya don't have ta-." I stop my protest at the flash of her eyes.
She wants to do this for me, because she loves me. I'll have to get used to that fact, huh?
I watch her do her best not to stare at what has been revealed on my person. It'd be hard to miss with how at-attention it is and it'd be hard not to notice how Mari is grinning.
Once the last of our clothes finish the pile, Mari stands up and pushes herself between my legs to rest her arms on my shoulders. "You're very handsome, you know. It's a bonus that you're gifted, as well."
I don't believe myself to be good-looking in the slightest, but how can I refute this woman as she looks upon me with such warm features? Instead, I smile. "And you're wonderful. A bonus that you're beautiful."
Mari smiles and leans in to kiss me again. I become drunk under her touch, distracted enough to startle when I find her weight ease unto my lap. One of her hands pushes its palm against my aching limb, ripping a quick gasp from me. As a result, I grip her hips and pull her towards me without thinking. This just makes her chuckle and fully wrap her fingers around the girth, testing her grip with varying pressures.
I haven't been touched like this before. This is heavenly. I, I don't , I don't know if I could last beyond this teasing.
"Mari," I choke out between moans.
"Don't worry," her voice huskily whispers near my ear, "I'm impatient, too."
Before I can question her words, the hand disappears. I peer down to find her fingers deep within her lower valley before she pulls away to showcase the slick on her fingers. Wordlessly, she grips me again and lifts her hips. I guide her over myself and relish in every moment of contact; the initial kiss of our centers, the gentle push which gives way to a slip and grazing her clit, the more confident push leading into initial penetration, and her slowly easing herself up and down to take every inch one at a time until her legs relax.
We are a duet of moans, rolling our hips to better seat ourselves into place like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together.
Then, she lifts herself up a lot and eases herself down in one swoop, our duet continuing strong. She repeats this one, twice, thrice more before she picks up the speed. I am lost in the sensations. Never before have I felt this close so soon without so much of my usual struggle. But it's still not enough.
I hold her hips still and I lift my own up into her, allowing her to have the solo once more in our song. Her nails dig into my back and I pump into her with a faster rhythm than she could bounce. I listen to how she responds to the angles and depths that I tease her with, quickly finding which ones has her insides tighten and her moans raise in pitch.
"There, my love," she yells. "Yes, yes!”
I brace my feet to better keep this angle and slam into her as she climbs higher and higher, being so wonderfully vocal until she falls silent for a moment. Her insides tenses all around me, then flutters as the rest of her body starts twitching. Then, she lets out a long moan as her body relaxes, slumping against me as I slowly come to a stop, though I keep our hips slightly rolling into the other.
She breathlessly laughs between soft moans. "I've never felt like that before. That was amazing, Bog."
"The pleasure is all mine." I astound myself with out husky I sound.
"Did you-?" Her brown eyes betray her question.
"Ah was focusing on you, luv."
She huffs and slips off my lap. I swallow back how disappointed I am to already be missing her warmth, but in seeing her crawl up the bed and stuff a pillow under her, my body pulses with the fires of passion all over again. She presents herself, smiling wildly.
"Have me until you lose it, Bog. I need you to."
Basal instincts from deep within, ones I didn't even know I had, rears it's hungry head. I crawl close behind her, tempted to devour her nether lips, but I'll save that for later. Right now, I need her just as much as she needs me.
"As ya wish, Tough Girl."
It's so easy to slip into her; tight, but perfectly slick. I pause once more as I push into her depths, still awestruck with how she seems to fit so nicely. But the need calls out. I start with slow, long movements to make sure she has a chance to fully acclimate to my size before I start giving a little snap to my hips as I push in and slow down as I pull out.
Once her moans lessen as she gets used to this gentle approach, I pick up the pace to reignite her song. My hands find themselves at their favorite curve to better control our motions and keep her close as I drive deep into her with purposeful speed. She feels amazing. I'm getting close.
"It's sooo good." I manage to hear as her face is buried in the mattress.
I'd laugh, but her insides tighten as her accompanying sensual solo reaches it's height again. This time, I follow the need as well. The friction, the sounds, the overall pleasure; my senses are drowning in this drive to feel complete with her. I want this with no one but her.
I still, fully seated in Mari, moaning as my body pulses with finality. When both our twitching forms calms, I leave her and lay down with a huff and a laugh. Before I can ask her if she enjoyed herself, she turns to her side with a devilish grin.
"How do you feel for a round two, Wild Thing? I'll lick you hard again if you eat me out."
"Ah was already planning on doin' that, Tough Girl."
Marianne inches close to me, giving me a kiss with a pleased hum behind it before she readjusts herself for the next set of our duet.
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My senses alert me to rouse due to the unfamiliar scents filling my nose or the foreign plush of the bed or the radiating warmth curving along my body. I groggily open my eyes, seeing sterile and bland hotel walls. Memories start to piece together.
I angle my head to peer down at the peacefully slumbering woman that might very well be my soulmate. Ah, there go my romantic thoughts, though… I am not opposed to thinking of Mari in such a way.
Reveling in contented bliss, I smile against her hair as I drift back to sleep. We'll start our mission to save the world later.