[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.]
[Fenris is close to tipping over the abyss himself, but he steels himself, carries on. He's determined to watch her crash over first. He moves to nip at her ear (sweet revenge) as his lyrium sparks to life again. ]
[It's too much. The pace, his teeth at her ear, the lyrium thrumming through her body, all of it combines into one delicious moment that feels like flying and drowning in him, the only thing in the world is the scent of lyrium and Fenris as he moves against her.
She arches up harshly when she comes, grinding her hips against him to draw her orgasm out and sparking it to even greater heights when the angle makes him strike just so inside her. She doesn't scream, but she does gasp his name one last time as she clamps down on him and rides him through it, snippets of broken elvish falling from her lips, I love you chiefly among them.]
[He keeps moving in her, riding through her wave, before crying out his own release deep inside her. The lyrium flickers once, brightly, before dimming again as he comes back down to earth, breathless and holding her tightly to him. As if she's the only thing keeping him afloat in a vast ocean. ]
[That last flash of lyrium has her whimpering softly as she grabs for him, breathing uneven as she holds him close. Sex has never been like this before, never as meaningful and intense, and as she kisses over his shoulder she can't stop the tired smile pulling at her lips.
She can't even speak yet, doesn't particularly want to, and laying still with him and basking in the feeling of him still inside her is enough to keep her quiet.]
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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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She arches up harshly when she comes, grinding her hips against him to draw her orgasm out and sparking it to even greater heights when the angle makes him strike just so inside her. She doesn't scream, but she does gasp his name one last time as she clamps down on him and rides him through it, snippets of broken elvish falling from her lips, I love you chiefly among them.]
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She can't even speak yet, doesn't particularly want to, and laying still with him and basking in the feeling of him still inside her is enough to keep her quiet.]
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Ma'arlath, Fenris.
[Just in case he forgot at any point.]
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Ma'arlath, Jove. [He probably butchered it, saying it slowly and carefully. But he tried. ]
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You'll have to teach me that in Tevene.
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Alright. Te amo.
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[She's very caught up in that look he's giving her, though.]
What?
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