[She says his name and he turns his head, tries to find her mouth to swallow whatever she might say next and twists his hips in a way that he knows makes women squirm and kisses her, and kisses her.
This is better than the wine that is still sticky on her mouth and his, this is better than the warmth of the water that's pooled around his calves. Her skin almost burns against his; he knows he'll be thinking of her when he's wrapped in his furs later.
The pain from her claws, like a bird, that only makes it better.]
[ This won’t take too-too long at all; between her long months of unintended solitude, their intent to rush this to begin with, his gladiator’s stamina and that brutal pace, and that maddening trained twist to his hips. Astrid tries to hang on for a while longer, but he can eventually feel it in the way her whole body starts to go even more tense and taut, her breath shallower, her muscles cordoning from her heel digging into his thighs to her nails scraping red furrows into him. ]
Lady, fuck,
[ and that, just like that, with her knees hitching to drive him even deeper, she’s finally coming around him with a noisy cry echoing through the hollow acoustics of the bath. ]
[He practically puffs up with pride at how he made her come, how he undid her so quickly, and it helps because she's so fucking beautiful when she comes, when her pleasure drives pain into his shoulders with her claws.
She's not the only one who isn't going to take long.
He huffs against her skin and then pants his own orgasm, his body leaning against hers. He presses soft kisses right against her jaw, one right after the other in a smooth line.]
[ Astrid shivers at that peppering of kisses, sending a ripple down her spine. And she nips at Gannicus’ ear in exchange, lightly tugging his earlobe between her teeth; now simply lazily content and wrung-out and pliant, savouring that lingering physical contact, her legs still keeping him pinned to her for now. And how handy, the baths will be right there whenever they finally disentangle themselves and need to wash up. Good thing Riftwatch cycles the water, or something.
Her fingers trace the line of his jaw, thumb running across his rough stubble. He really is very nice to look at. ]
Thank you, [ Astrid says, warm and amused and blunt, ] I needed a thoroughly good dicking.
[And he is. He doesn't extricate himself immediately, instead running his hand down her ribs and taking the moment to touch another human in a way that isn't violent, not even a little.]
Sometimes a fuck is the only thing that satisfies.
[He takes another moment, just to kiss her on the mouth, quick as lightning, and then he moves away.]
[ Astrid lingers for a moment, still sitting naked on the edge of the stone, legs dangling in the water; like anyone spending any leisurely day by the pool or the lakeside. She’s meditatively assessing each part of herself now, from stretching her limbs to feeling out that pleasant ache which is going to dog her all tomorrow.
She slides off, sinks back into the water, and finally goes about the everyday routine of cleaning herself. Washing off the sex, the sweat, the mission, the entire day. ]
In terms of stress relief, you could do loads worse, [ she says, fingers combing through some of the tangles in her hair. It’s a little harder to be quite so openly vulnerable, to admit I’ve missed being able to touch people, so what she settles on is, simply, an open-ended invitation for the future: ]
I was serious about those furs, too. They’re comfy.
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This is better than the wine that is still sticky on her mouth and his, this is better than the warmth of the water that's pooled around his calves. Her skin almost burns against his; he knows he'll be thinking of her when he's wrapped in his furs later.
The pain from her claws, like a bird, that only makes it better.]
That's-
Just like that, gods-
[He mutters it against her mouth, greedy.]
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Lady, fuck,
[ and that, just like that, with her knees hitching to drive him even deeper, she’s finally coming around him with a noisy cry echoing through the hollow acoustics of the bath. ]
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She's not the only one who isn't going to take long.
He huffs against her skin and then pants his own orgasm, his body leaning against hers. He presses soft kisses right against her jaw, one right after the other in a smooth line.]
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Her fingers trace the line of his jaw, thumb running across his rough stubble. He really is very nice to look at. ]
Thank you, [ Astrid says, warm and amused and blunt, ] I needed a thoroughly good dicking.
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[And he is. He doesn't extricate himself immediately, instead running his hand down her ribs and taking the moment to touch another human in a way that isn't violent, not even a little.]
Sometimes a fuck is the only thing that satisfies.
[He takes another moment, just to kiss her on the mouth, quick as lightning, and then he moves away.]
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She slides off, sinks back into the water, and finally goes about the everyday routine of cleaning herself. Washing off the sex, the sweat, the mission, the entire day. ]
In terms of stress relief, you could do loads worse, [ she says, fingers combing through some of the tangles in her hair. It’s a little harder to be quite so openly vulnerable, to admit I’ve missed being able to touch people, so what she settles on is, simply, an open-ended invitation for the future: ]
I was serious about those furs, too. They’re comfy.