[ Too many impulses flit through her mind to properly follow, many of them distasteful -- ways she could hurt and kill him from this posture among the dissonant chorus, a consequence of her domineering nature unfortunately -- but some are pleasing enough. One of them she embraces, pounces on, wrapping him in her arms so she's gripping his shoulders underhand, her breaths short and humid between his shoulder blades. Leverage that, combined with her strength, should be effective indeed. ]
[ Outshining the dizzying whirl caused by her instinct is her love for him, clear and resonant, a single silver note among the clutter. Knowing he's enjoying himself delights her, all she wants is to make him happy, and her one regret is that she can't kiss him from this position. ]
[That's more than good enough. He comes hard, louder than she's heard him before, pleasure flooding his mind until there's no room for anything else through their link.
He pants, struggling to catch his breath after something that intense.]
[ She keeps moving while he rides it through, nuzzling at the crook of his shoulder and stilling when he relaxes. Then she slips away, removing the toy and sending it onto the floor along with the rumpled blanket that was beneath him which she gently tugs from under his knees. Cleaning happens later, fortunately she's used to blood getting everywhere so she's well prepared. A clean, soft blanket is draped over him before she slides onto the mattress beside him, and if he'd like to collapse she'll gladly catch him. ]
[ Through the bond there was an initial rush of preening gratification, and then just before she lifted off of him a flash of uncertainty. Inadequacy mingling in, because she's clearly not enough for him as she is, and there are others who can give him that feeling without resorting to a box of plastic. It only lasts for a moment before she breaks physical contact to juggle logistical matters, and by the way she smiles at him it's clear that she's trying not to dwell on it. ]
[ The feelings bond can't be still active since she pulled away briefly before, or so she hopes. But her hair could still change color a bit, so she buries her head against him. ]
[ Her hair doesn't change color much at all, just the slightest tint that would be a challenge to catch in this light. She's not lying when she says she liked it, it's just that when the flaring heat became a sleepy simmer, worry had set in. Fears that she's not what he really wants. If only she could be fighting or fucking all the time, her confidence would be much improved. ]
I hope you do ask. You can ask me for anything, and it'll be yours if it's in my power to give.
[ In the middle of deciding whether to say something, she decides there's no real need. After all, she has certain, hmm, tendencies that he's said he can't handle, and she finds that elsewhere. It's a little different because of her possessive nature (do as I say and not as I do is a Queen's motto for certain) but with a mental shrug she decides it's not worth fretting over. At least he asked, at least she can offer some of it. ]
More than acceptable. And if you need a nap, that's just fine too. [ She knows he gets sleepy after, alas for her ridiculous stamina and inability to rest for very long (so far). ]
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Re: Day 513, late evening
[ Outshining the dizzying whirl caused by her instinct is her love for him, clear and resonant, a single silver note among the clutter. Knowing he's enjoying himself delights her, all she wants is to make him happy, and her one regret is that she can't kiss him from this position. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[That's more than good enough. He comes hard, louder than she's heard him before, pleasure flooding his mind until there's no room for anything else through their link.
He pants, struggling to catch his breath after something that intense.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[ Through the bond there was an initial rush of preening gratification, and then just before she lifted off of him a flash of uncertainty. Inadequacy mingling in, because she's clearly not enough for him as she is, and there are others who can give him that feeling without resorting to a box of plastic. It only lasts for a moment before she breaks physical contact to juggle logistical matters, and by the way she smiles at him it's clear that she's trying not to dwell on it. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
That was wonderful. You are wonderful, my dear.
Re: Day 513, late evening
Thank you for trusting me enough to ask for it. [ She doesn't get embarrassed but knows he does, so she can imagine it wasn't comfortable at first. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Re: Day 513, late evening
[ The feelings bond can't be still active since she pulled away briefly before, or so she hopes. But her hair could still change color a bit, so she buries her head against him. ]
[ Her hair doesn't change color much at all, just the slightest tint that would be a challenge to catch in this light. She's not lying when she says she liked it, it's just that when the flaring heat became a sleepy simmer, worry had set in. Fears that she's not what he really wants. If only she could be fighting or fucking all the time, her confidence would be much improved. ]
I hope you do ask. You can ask me for anything, and it'll be yours if it's in my power to give.
Re: Day 513, late evening
Right now my sincerest request is to cuddle with you for a while. Is that acceptable?
Re: Day 513, late evening
More than acceptable. And if you need a nap, that's just fine too. [ She knows he gets sleepy after, alas for her ridiculous stamina and inability to rest for very long (so far). ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[If you aren't tired after, did you even really get railed? (The answer is yes, but only if you're people who aren't Doctor.)]