[More trembling, and his pants are uncomfortably tight at this point. He lifts himself up just enough to try to get them off, because they're definitely in the way.]
[ Now there's a pretty sound, and sight to match. She shifts onto her elbows so she can lift her head just enough to favor him with a very heated glance. ]
Do hurry back, or I'll have to get started without you. [ This could perhaps be an appealing offer, but just now her mood would require it to be bordering on torment. ]
[That would certainly be a sight to witness in other circumstances, and perhaps he'll consider it later, in private and at length. At the moment, he nearly tears his pants in his effort to get them off him as fast as possible, before pressing himself close to her again.]
[ Seems, by the hurry he's in, that he's properly inspired without resorting to any further teasing. (But she still will, given half a chance.) ]
So I see. [ As soon as he's within reach her arms drape over his shoulders to tug him close, kissing him if he has breath and patience for it, her legs curling around his hips. ] Don't keep me waiting. [ She presses up against him, dearly hoping he's past all pretense of being overly gentlemanly. ]
[Definitely, definitely past that. He still slides into her gradually enough to make sure it doesn't hurt, but it's not as slow and careful as he would normally be.]
Aliza...
[He holds her close, and starts to rock his hips shallowly.]
[ She gasps at the contact and cants her hips upwards, eager and impatient, both hands clutching at his back in ways that will hopefully be encouraging. ]
Don't hold yourself back. I'm not so fragile. [ Sweet and gentle isn't so much what she's after. ]
[ She'd have chuckled if she had time, but after he moves the noise she makes is anything but controlled and subtle. If not for soundproofing, they could probably hear her out on the street. ]
[ Her nails scraps down his back, grazing the sprouting point of his wings again, only half intentionally. ]
[Doctor groans something that sounds like the start of her name, his wings flapping reflexively at the touch. He keeps at that rhythm, his fingertips digging lightly into her hips as he moves.]
[ Feeling herself near to snapping, she clings close to him, face pressing into the crook of his neck to muffle her sharp cries. She mouths at the bitemarks she left on him, too clumsy to be called kisses, in an attempt to keep herself from biting down again. Her hands dance across his wings, wherever she can reach, fumbling and desperate. ]
[ Later, she'll have a warm appreciation that this was as intense for both of them rather than some favor he was doing her -- just now there's no such coherent thoughts in her mind. ]
[Coherent thoughts are, frankly, overrated. Doctor would struggle to put a sentence together at the moment himself. His wings shudder with every touch, his pace turning messy and uncoordinated as he can't manage the focus to keep in rhythm.]
[ Everything about this is perfect, but it's his speaking her name that finally gets her; she's embarrassingly susceptible to things like that (just Queen stuff it's fine). ]
[ Fortunately his weight is holding her down, so when her control snaps it's done without any risk of injuries -- her hands leave his wings to press flat against his back, mindful of her fingernails, and she curls against him and all-over shudders -- arms, legs, inside herself. ]
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[More trembling, and his pants are uncomfortably tight at this point. He lifts himself up just enough to try to get them off, because they're definitely in the way.]
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Do hurry back, or I'll have to get started without you. [ This could perhaps be an appealing offer, but just now her mood would require it to be bordering on torment. ]
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No need for that.
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So I see. [ As soon as he's within reach her arms drape over his shoulders to tug him close, kissing him if he has breath and patience for it, her legs curling around his hips. ] Don't keep me waiting. [ She presses up against him, dearly hoping he's past all pretense of being overly gentlemanly. ]
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Aliza...
[He holds her close, and starts to rock his hips shallowly.]
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Don't hold yourself back. I'm not so fragile. [ Sweet and gentle isn't so much what she's after. ]
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[He pulls back a fraction, only to thrust back in, hard and fast.]
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[ Her nails scraps down his back, grazing the sprouting point of his wings again, only half intentionally. ]
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[ Later, she'll have a warm appreciation that this was as intense for both of them rather than some favor he was doing her -- just now there's no such coherent thoughts in her mind. ]
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Aliza, Aliza, Aliza...
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[ Fortunately his weight is holding her down, so when her control snaps it's done without any risk of injuries -- her hands leave his wings to press flat against his back, mindful of her fingernails, and she curls against him and all-over shudders -- arms, legs, inside herself. ]