How long has it been since his last time this close to anyone? After a microsecond of thought, he realises it doesn't matter---it feels like centuries, and so it must be. Really, the measure here is in the feeling. And he knows now with certainty that there's no feeling in the world like reveling in the warm vitality of his beloved Rose. Every second his heart races faster, every moment he wants to inhale more of her scent. He feels the limitations of his human form and desperately wishes they could've done this before...
...but maybe it had to happen this way, he thinks. Without the thinly stable setting of Asgard, without the promise that their timelines would remain the same, without all the barriers ripped away, would he have ever allowed himself to give in?
He suspects not. And knowing that in time he won't remember this makes it ache more.
But that's all the more reason to stay in the moment, and that's where he wrenches himself back to, kissing Rose with renewed enthusiasm. He grinds up, adjusts his hand on her hip to give her better leverage, and settles into a rhythm.
And when he's sure, when the sensation of being one with the one he loves permeates his being, only then does his head slip down. He brushes lips against her jaw, her neck, finally settling on her shoulder where he hovers just enough to whisper to her, mutterings too indistinct to be translated by the spell...but her name is a common thread.
He tries to wrap himself around her more thoroughly than he already has, can't seem to get closer---but that's fine, because he grazes and nips contentedly right here, smothering her skin in warm kisses as he relishes in being inside her.
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...but maybe it had to happen this way, he thinks. Without the thinly stable setting of Asgard, without the promise that their timelines would remain the same, without all the barriers ripped away, would he have ever allowed himself to give in?
He suspects not. And knowing that in time he won't remember this makes it ache more.
But that's all the more reason to stay in the moment, and that's where he wrenches himself back to, kissing Rose with renewed enthusiasm. He grinds up, adjusts his hand on her hip to give her better leverage, and settles into a rhythm.
And when he's sure, when the sensation of being one with the one he loves permeates his being, only then does his head slip down. He brushes lips against her jaw, her neck, finally settling on her shoulder where he hovers just enough to whisper to her, mutterings too indistinct to be translated by the spell...but her name is a common thread.
He tries to wrap himself around her more thoroughly than he already has, can't seem to get closer---but that's fine, because he grazes and nips contentedly right here, smothering her skin in warm kisses as he relishes in being inside her.