[He answers her doubts and insecurities with faith and trust, conviction that she is the best thing that's ever happened to him. He squeezes her close to him and lets his pure awe of her, how beautiful she is, how easily she can make him happier than he ever thought he'd be, well up in him.]
[ None of those concentrated bits of negativity could ever be gone entirely, but in the face of everything he's projecting they're as quiet and forgotten as they'll ever be. She's swept up in everything he's feeling, which lets her own responses shine brighter: affection and tenderness and passion that crescendo until it's like she's glowing from within. See, feedback loops are wonderful! ]
[ All of it shows in the sweet and delighted way she kisses him, the tight and protective hold of her arms. Soon enough they'll both have to settle into their negative self-images again, all the more reason to enjoy this moment. ]
[ Hmm, well. She moves with him, amusement and gratification diffusing alongside the softer feelings like a drop of ink in clear water. ]
Maybe I'm not done eating chocolate yet. [ If her playful tone didn't make things clear enough, or the fact that she's easily stepping with him in her graceful way, through the connection it's very clear that she's joking. ]
[ What her feelings do with that is like a single, strong pulse of a heartbeat, only instead of sound or movement it's pure heat. Her eyes flicker to life, already more gold than red. ]
When you put it that way... [ She kisses him again, impassioned but easy and restrained, receptive and responsive rather than pressing. This is his show, she'll let him run it. (She so loves when he does.) ]
[ Good, enjoy it. It's not often she'll let herself be led along, and the intense, pure trust she's projecting through their connection is one reason -- it takes a very special sort of person to devote themselves to her sufficiently for her to experience that without them being turned. ]
[ But that's far from the only feeling flowing into him as she's lowered onto the couch. Beyond the warmth and love and compassion, there's also a strange reverence, closer to being flattered than to disbelief. Feeling what he feels for her is overwhelming in the best way. ]
[A wonderful feeling. He intends to savor this moment.
He begins to undress her, slowly, pressing more lingering kisses to each new inch of bared skin. With each kiss comes a fresh wave of adoration and love, desire to worship her as completely as she deserves.]
[ There's a flash of potent amusement as he gets her dress undone, and he'll see why immediately -- she didn't bother putting on anything but beneath it, choosing instead of sew a slip into the dress lining. She couldn't find anything she liked enough. In any case, it's easy enough to get her undressed this way! She giggles a bit, a trickle of humor mingling with the stronger feelings. ]
[ Another giggle, but the amusement flickers out when his mouth connects with her thigh in favor of a sharp gasp and some squirming it won't take any empathy bond to figure out. Through the connection, an odd mix of impatience and hoping he takes his very sweet time. ]
[He feels that impatience and chooses to answer it with more teasing, dotting more marks over her thighs and playing with her chest, but refusing to get to the place where she'd like him most.]
[ Encouragement is shot through the impatience along with something like begrudging respect. She loves when he teases and she doesn't let him do it nearly enough. Her breathing grows a bit short-winded, airy notes sounding with each exhale. Hopefully no one's listening at the door. ]
Doctor could go on like this for quite some time, and he will if not pushed along. He kisses his way up her body to her chest, swirling his tongue around a nipple.]
[ Her fingers curling in his hair and her back arching off the sofa are probably encouraging enough, but just in case he missed it her emotions are absolutely thrumming with how pleased she is. Even lacking the specific pleasure she craves, being worshipped is -- bordering on its own kink, with her. ]
[A kink he's happy to indulge. He focuses on his feelings of devotion entwined with desire, love and lust all tied together inextricably, as he goes in to kiss her lips once again.]
[ Fortunately(?) she's impatient enough most of the time that it'll be a real treat when she chills out enough to let him lead. Maybe she could be talked into it more, though, given how very much she's enjoying this. All of this. Her kiss is harder, desperate, laser-focused on him and the wonderful things he's making her feel. Her fingers brush over his bare back, aiming to get a few more shivers out of him before she gives in and is lost entirely. ]
[It takes a long time, and much more teasing on both their parts, before he settles in between her legs and dips his head. His breath is warm on her skin for a moment before he spreads her open with his tongue, lapping up all traces of her arousal and coaxing out more.]
[ By the time he gives her what she's looking for, she's outright whimpering, occasionally huffing out a near-whine, hips lifting against him, breath ragged and harsh. And at the touch of his tongue her voice wavers and her eyelashes flutter as her hips tilt, eager and needy. ]
[He's teased her enough, he thinks, and so he doesn't hold back any longer. He devours her, swirling his tongue inside her before licking at her clit. Every time she makes a noise, feelings of pride and adoration swell in their bond.]
[ "Enough" is relative but she can't say she's disappointed when he goes at her full-throttle -- quite the opposite, her feelings are one big mass of approval and desire and need and desperation. Her voice sings out, filling every corner of the room with sounds that crescendo in pitch and tempo, like there's too much inside her to contain it all. ]
[Her voice is beautiful, like all other parts of her. He maps out her nerves by what makes her cry out the loudest, and focuses on those parts without relenting.]
[ One may have noticed that Aliza's species is ruled by extremes. This leads to awful things like her determination to hate herself, but also wonderful things like the devotion and passion she's conveying through their bond at present. It also means that when they orgasm, it's not just good, not just really good, but absolutely off the charts mind-blowing on a level most humans haven't any idea exists. She doesn't really know the difference between this and a normal human's responses, but it's a fair bet that Doctor will when he feels it through her. ]
[ She holds her breath for a beat as she dangles on the edge of it, and when it finally happens it's a dazzling golden starburst of heat and euphoria, with a burst of sharp sound from her throat in accompaniment. ]
[Well alright then, he definitely was not prepared for that level of intense euphoria from her. He has barely any forewarning before he's hit with the full force of it, and he follows her headlong into her pleasure with barely any contact from her.
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[ All of it shows in the sweet and delighted way she kisses him, the tight and protective hold of her arms. Soon enough they'll both have to settle into their negative self-images again, all the more reason to enjoy this moment. ]
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He tugs her towards the couch, desire filtering in with the affection and love. He isn't done spoiling her yet, not by far.]
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Maybe I'm not done eating chocolate yet. [ If her playful tone didn't make things clear enough, or the fact that she's easily stepping with him in her graceful way, through the connection it's very clear that she's joking. ]
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You can eat your fill after I have my fill.
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When you put it that way... [ She kisses him again, impassioned but easy and restrained, receptive and responsive rather than pressing. This is his show, she'll let him run it. (She so loves when he does.) ]
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He settles over her, pressing more kisses down her neck.]
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[ But that's far from the only feeling flowing into him as she's lowered onto the couch. Beyond the warmth and love and compassion, there's also a strange reverence, closer to being flattered than to disbelief. Feeling what he feels for her is overwhelming in the best way. ]
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He begins to undress her, slowly, pressing more lingering kisses to each new inch of bared skin. With each kiss comes a fresh wave of adoration and love, desire to worship her as completely as she deserves.]
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[Amusement, before he begins to mouth at the inside of her thighs, leaving soft pink marks behind.]
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Doctor could go on like this for quite some time, and he will if not pushed along. He kisses his way up her body to her chest, swirling his tongue around a nipple.]
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[ She holds her breath for a beat as she dangles on the edge of it, and when it finally happens it's a dazzling golden starburst of heat and euphoria, with a burst of sharp sound from her throat in accompaniment. ]
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Give him a minute, that was A Lot.]
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maybe wrapup?
wrapup!