[ he's not the only one who is loathed to lose the sensation of him inside of her. she lets out a shuddering, shattered soft of breath as he pulls out of her aching body. but he obeys, he moves and so does she, struggling slightly at the weight of her wings but trying desperately to keep them intact for his sake. as he moves to lay flat on the bed, she stumbles off of it, graceless and unsteady like a newborn fawn trying to stand (her leggings being on doesn't help)
however, with a snap of his fingers, he saves her the effort of getting them both undressed. on another day, she might have been annoyed for she so likes to undress him but right now, there are no complaints because it only makes it easier for her to move closer to him once more.
she knows what this position means to him, she's tried so hard to replace those memories of lying prone beneath the female that tormented them in different, horrible ways, with memories of herself, of love, of choice. she climbs back onto the bed with him and gasps at the effort it takes to straddle him with her newly formed wings.
she almost tilts backwards again, she cringes slightly, wanting to be a seasoned seductress instead of this clumsy creature. she lets out a tiny breath, the sound self-deprecating. if they were in another space, another room, she'd pull him up by the shoulders, use him for balance but they are not at home, they are not somewhere comfortable for their wings and she knows she must make do with what they have while also doing what she wants to do.
so she shifts, the movement slightly ungraceful, her hand reaching between them to cradle his cock so that she might ease back down upon it. that is effortless at least, she is wet enough that the motion is smooth as silk. she moans at the sensation of having him inside of her once more, even after being parted barely a minute parted. her eyes stay on his face as she does it, her free hand moves to lay over his heart. and when she thinks You're mine isn't a demand nor is it aggressive, not in this position, not with her on top of him and in control. it's nothing but backed with the love she feels for him and for the ache that exists in her heart as she rolls her hips above his. ]
no subject
however, with a snap of his fingers, he saves her the effort of getting them both undressed. on another day, she might have been annoyed for she so likes to undress him but right now, there are no complaints because it only makes it easier for her to move closer to him once more.
she knows what this position means to him, she's tried so hard to replace those memories of lying prone beneath the female that tormented them in different, horrible ways, with memories of herself, of love, of choice. she climbs back onto the bed with him and gasps at the effort it takes to straddle him with her newly formed wings.
she almost tilts backwards again, she cringes slightly, wanting to be a seasoned seductress instead of this clumsy creature. she lets out a tiny breath, the sound self-deprecating. if they were in another space, another room, she'd pull him up by the shoulders, use him for balance but they are not at home, they are not somewhere comfortable for their wings and she knows she must make do with what they have while also doing what she wants to do.
so she shifts, the movement slightly ungraceful, her hand reaching between them to cradle his cock so that she might ease back down upon it. that is effortless at least, she is wet enough that the motion is smooth as silk. she moans at the sensation of having him inside of her once more, even after being parted barely a minute parted. her eyes stay on his face as she does it, her free hand moves to lay over his heart. and when she thinks You're mine isn't a demand nor is it aggressive, not in this position, not with her on top of him and in control. it's nothing but backed with the love she feels for him and for the ache that exists in her heart as she rolls her hips above his. ]