[As much as she likes the idea of coming apart around his fingers, letting him feel just how good he's making her feel that way, she reaches down to still his wrist all the same.]
At this rate we're both going to finish before the fun part.
[She's breathless, can barely think to put her words in the right order to make the right sentence, but when she kisses him there's nothing confused about that.
It isn't a long kiss though. After teasing her tongue along his lips she pulls away and lays down properly on the bed, scooting up so her head is on his pillows, and she holds her arms out to him.]
Certainly not. We could always make it up on the second go, but I'd much rather get it right the first time.
[She loops her arms around him and slides her hands up and down his back, grateful for the moment to cool down just a little before the carry on. The feel of him stretched out against her, cool lyrium and warm skin brushing against her, it's something she'll never get enough of.]
[He kisses her back, before slowly slipping into her, letting out a low groan against her mouth as he does so. He pauses, for a moment, for her to get used to him, and more importantly, the lyrium. ]
[It does take her a moment, because that is far more intense than his hand had been. She arches under him, breaking the kiss as she cries out softly at the sensations of the lyrium playing against her in the most intimate of ways. It sparks against her nerves, has her clamping down tightly on him in response as her nails press into the skin of his back.
And now that she's got the bed under her, her attention is pulled to the way the base of her ponytail presses painfully into the back of her head. One shaky hand reaches up to grasp at the tie that holds her hair back, tugging to get it loose so it fans out around her head and she can lay there comfortably. It was just about pulled completely free of the tie anyway thanks to Fenris' enthusiastic grabbing, and now she can go on tossing her head around without worrying about it being uncomfortable.
Because even as she's adjusting to the constant thrum of lyrium inside her and all around her, it's still going to be difficult to keep still.]
Creators help me, you feel far too good to be real...
[He waits, watching her reaction, ready to pull away if she seems in pain. He lets out a steady breath, when he realises that's not the case, a smile crossing his face. He leans in to kiss her jaw.]
I could well say the same for you, amatus.
[Continuing to kiss and nip at her jaw, he begins to move, slowly at first, before settling into a steady rhythm. ]
[She spreads her legs farther to make his movements easier and give him more room, and even after giving herself time to adjust it's still more intense than anything she's ever felt.]
Vhenan...
[The endearment comes out not exactly on purpose, but she doesn't regret it once she says it. He is her heart, he holds hers in his hands. She ducks her head to catch his lips, kissing him between soft moans and sharp gasps.]
[Never before has he appreciated the Dalish language so much. But she has changed a lot of things for him, concerning her people, and so much more. He returns the kisses, moaning himself as he moves steadily into her. Despite everything, he's glad they waited, it's made this all the more incredible for him.
[It's a good thing he likes hearing her language because it keeps falling from her lips, soft praise but mostly the sigh of his name. Each time he thrusts into her her hands tighten their hold on him, the back of his neck or his bicep, clenching against his back.
She doesn't want him to let her go either, wants to stay just like this for as long as she can. Nothing but herself and Fenris, this beautiful soul that had been kept hidden away for so long.
She breaks the kisses so she can watch his face, taking in every change in his expression.]
You're so beautiful.
[Handsome would be the more gender appropriate term, but she's not looking just at appearance at the moment. She sees every bit of him, through and through, and what she sees is nothing short of beautiful.]
[He's lost in her, the feel of her around him, the smell of her, her every breath. He huffs out one of her own, when she speaks. He would very much disagree. He knows his broken, a ruined wreck of a man. She's the beautiful one here, choosing him at all, when she could have someone far more together. Someone far more deserving. ]
No more than you, amatus.
[Not even close, he kisses along her ear, his fingers moving to trace her body, every muscle as they shift with their movements.
She is perfect. ]
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[He's just as perfect, in her opinion. His flaws are quirks, understandable in their existence because of everything his life has done to him. He's worked through so much, overcome so many things that she's seen wreck a person firsthand.
She wishes he saw what she did, but those things can come in time. For now, it's just them, just this, and that's more than enough. He calls her amatus and she smiles, kisses him harder even as she grabs for him and flips them over.
Once she's on top, she sits up and looks down at him as she sets her own pace. It's slower, deeper, she takes in every inch of him as her hips slide down. She's not thinking about translations at the moment, about how he'll know ever word that slips from her as she rides him.]
[He gasps out against her lips, surprised as she flips them over. He certainly isn't complaining, though. He lets out a low, rueful chuckle, his hands moving to rest on her hips, his own rising to greet hers.
He understand the words, of course, he moves up, briefly, to kiss her. ]
[That surprises her for a moment, but then she laughs, breathless, against his lips.]
That's right, you understand me. [She moves her hands to cup his face, fingers brushing his ears and lightly tracing where his implant lies.] That's a bit unfair, I won't even be able to talk dirty to you in elvish without you knowing what I'm saying.
[With a soft moan she tips her head back, giving him more access to her neck.]
We're out of luck, there. Although I do know some Qunlat...
[She slows now, pressing her hips down until Fenris is seated entirely inside her and stopping there. After pressing a kiss to his jaw, she presses her lips to his ear to whisper to him.]
[Fenris lets out a low groan, fingers grasping at her, hips twitching, desperate for more fiction, more movement. When she speaks, he laughs, a true laugh, deep and throaty. He takes in a shaking breath, before responding with an equally throaty tone. ]
[He babbles broken sentences in Tevene, fingers dragging down her back, not enough to draw blood, moving down to her rear, to try and urge her to move faster. Ear play is absolutely cheating, as another elf it's whole new levels of terrible cheating. The lyrium flashes bright, just for a moment. ]
[She barely chokes off a cry to avoid deafening him, but it still comes out in a ragged moan. If her mouth on his ears is cheating, his lyrium coming to life inside her and all around her is an even worse offense.]
Oh, Fenris, if you do that I'll come and it's too soon.
[She wants this to go on longer, forever, but that still doesn't stop her from taking his earlobe between her lips and sucking lightly as she starts to move her hips again.]
I don't know, vhenan, I think it'll be a mutual thing.
[She's still going slowly, too slowly, but she liked that bit of desperation she felt when Fenris grabbed for her. Slow and sweet does have its place, but the idea of driving him to lose control is far too tempting to give up.
She switches ears just to make it worse, laying a few nips on his neck, against each line of lyrium there as she moves from one side of the other, following the line of lyrium up the side of his neck to his earlobe.]
[He groans out again, the lyrium sparking and tingling under her ministrations. Fenris isn;t a patient man, not by any means, and he's just about running out.
His one hand grasps the small of her back, the other her shoulders as he turns them around again, pinning her to the bed. He leans in, nipping at the skin of her collarbone, his breathing more laboured as his hips move more quickly, thrusting into her with more urgency.]
[Her cry of surprise chains straight into a particularly loud moan. He's so deep, pressing into her faster and faster and the need that had settled to a slow simmer flares to life all over again.]
Creators, Fenris, don't stop.
[She wraps her legs around him, one hand grabbing at the bedding beneath them for something to hold onto as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge.]
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At this rate we're both going to finish before the fun part.
[She's breathless, can barely think to put her words in the right order to make the right sentence, but when she kisses him there's nothing confused about that.
It isn't a long kiss though. After teasing her tongue along his lips she pulls away and lays down properly on the bed, scooting up so her head is on his pillows, and she holds her arms out to him.]
Come here.
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[He moves up the bed to her, leaning in for another kiss, resting his knees on either side of her. ]
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[She loops her arms around him and slides her hands up and down his back, grateful for the moment to cool down just a little before the carry on. The feel of him stretched out against her, cool lyrium and warm skin brushing against her, it's something she'll never get enough of.]
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[He kisses the corner of her mouth, one hand brushing though her hair, gentle, waiting for her to give the okay to continue. ]
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You won't hurt me, so don't worry about holding back.
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[He kisses her back, before slowly slipping into her, letting out a low groan against her mouth as he does so. He pauses, for a moment, for her to get used to him, and more importantly, the lyrium. ]
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And now that she's got the bed under her, her attention is pulled to the way the base of her ponytail presses painfully into the back of her head. One shaky hand reaches up to grasp at the tie that holds her hair back, tugging to get it loose so it fans out around her head and she can lay there comfortably. It was just about pulled completely free of the tie anyway thanks to Fenris' enthusiastic grabbing, and now she can go on tossing her head around without worrying about it being uncomfortable.
Because even as she's adjusting to the constant thrum of lyrium inside her and all around her, it's still going to be difficult to keep still.]
Creators help me, you feel far too good to be real...
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I could well say the same for you, amatus.
[Continuing to kiss and nip at her jaw, he begins to move, slowly at first, before settling into a steady rhythm. ]
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Vhenan...
[The endearment comes out not exactly on purpose, but she doesn't regret it once she says it. He is her heart, he holds hers in his hands. She ducks her head to catch his lips, kissing him between soft moans and sharp gasps.]
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He never wants to let her go.]
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She doesn't want him to let her go either, wants to stay just like this for as long as she can. Nothing but herself and Fenris, this beautiful soul that had been kept hidden away for so long.
She breaks the kisses so she can watch his face, taking in every change in his expression.]
You're so beautiful.
[Handsome would be the more gender appropriate term, but she's not looking just at appearance at the moment. She sees every bit of him, through and through, and what she sees is nothing short of beautiful.]
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No more than you, amatus.
[Not even close, he kisses along her ear, his fingers moving to trace her body, every muscle as they shift with their movements.
She is perfect. ]
googling hovertext was the best thing I've ever done
She wishes he saw what she did, but those things can come in time. For now, it's just them, just this, and that's more than enough. He calls her amatus and she smiles, kisses him harder even as she grabs for him and flips them over.
Once she's on top, she sits up and looks down at him as she sets her own pace. It's slower, deeper, she takes in every inch of him as her hips slide down. She's not thinking about translations at the moment, about how he'll know ever word that slips from her as she rides him.]
Ma'arlath, Fenris. Ma emma vhenan'ara.
oh gosh that is so cool
He understand the words, of course, he moves up, briefly, to kiss her. ]
And you are mine.
gonna use it always
That's right, you understand me. [She moves her hands to cup his face, fingers brushing his ears and lightly tracing where his implant lies.] That's a bit unfair, I won't even be able to talk dirty to you in elvish without you knowing what I'm saying.
GOOD
Then you will have to find another language to talk dirty to me in. I don't speak Orlesian, for the record.
LIKE NOW
We're out of luck, there. Although I do know some Qunlat...
[She slows now, pressing her hips down until Fenris is seated entirely inside her and stopping there. After pressing a kiss to his jaw, she presses her lips to his ear to whisper to him.]
Taarsidath-an halsaam.
[Thank you, Iron Bull.]
OHOHO
I do however speak fluent Qunlat, Kadan.
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That doesn't change the fact that what I said is true, though.
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Jove.
[Her name comes out in a desperate moan. ]
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Oh, Fenris, if you do that I'll come and it's too soon.
[She wants this to go on longer, forever, but that still doesn't stop her from taking his earlobe between her lips and sucking lightly as she starts to move her hips again.]
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You will only have yourself to blame, if you keep that up.
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[She's still going slowly, too slowly, but she liked that bit of desperation she felt when Fenris grabbed for her. Slow and sweet does have its place, but the idea of driving him to lose control is far too tempting to give up.
She switches ears just to make it worse, laying a few nips on his neck, against each line of lyrium there as she moves from one side of the other, following the line of lyrium up the side of his neck to his earlobe.]
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His one hand grasps the small of her back, the other her shoulders as he turns them around again, pinning her to the bed. He leans in, nipping at the skin of her collarbone, his breathing more laboured as his hips move more quickly, thrusting into her with more urgency.]
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Creators, Fenris, don't stop.
[She wraps her legs around him, one hand grabbing at the bedding beneath them for something to hold onto as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge.]
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