[ It's a deafening moment of silence, in her opinion. Even despite the sound of their escalating breaths. Just a moment of being there, completely bare to one another, and once again she finds her mind racing to try and come up with a story of how this came about. Not for long, of course. Not when he's shifting and positioning, and she can still just barely see his outline; the outside light is finally starting to lighten the room to odd hues of dark blue instead of black.
She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until he slides in, only wincing once because it's been a long, long time since anyone had ever joined with her like this. But she swallows, licks her lips and has to pull him down again, has to kiss him hard and devouring because maybe, just maybe, it'll distract from how terrified she is her heart might explode. ]
[He feels her wince and instantly freezes. Oh no.]
Rose? Did I-- [And the rest of his question is lost to her fierce kiss.
He can't remain still for long; the ache is too much to bear after a moment. Still mindful of the wince, he begins slowly, as slow as he dares without driving himself mad. He slides one arm behind her shoulder blade, while his other hand grasps her hip, holding onto her for dear life.
This is all a dream. It has to be. Soon he'll wake up alone, still curled up in the burnt-out shell of a building. Things like this didn't happen, not to him. Not more than once, and he'd had his one chance. And then a shiver of pleasure washes over him, eliciting another moan, louder than before. No, this has to be real. No dream is this good.]
[ She is quite glad her kiss distracted him, because explaining the logistics of it were just not in her mind, ready for use. She didn't want him to fuss. She just wanted. Wanted him, this, the comfort, the distraction, the feeling of being wanted like this.
She groans into their kiss as he begins to move, thrusting slow but still with enough force to have her shivering. Moments later, her hands are sliding up his back, clinging and holding for leverage so she can arch her back, just enough to try and rock her hips in tandem with his. Evidently, either it didn't take much for him to get her worked up, or she'd been ready a lot sooner than she let on. ]
[When her hips begin to move with his, he breaks the kiss and gasps in pleasure. He shifts a little and plunges deeper with the better angle, speeding up the tempo and digging his fingers a little harder into her hip.
He leans down again, pressing kisses along her cheek, her jaw, her shoulder, murmuring something to her in his own language, because at the moment he can't quite make his brain work out English. In fact, he isn't exactly sure what he's saying in Gallifreyan either, but he had a need to vocalize just how amazing it feels to be with her like this; to be enveloped by her.
One word in English does come out repeatedly, amid all the incoherent Gallifreyan babble: her name.]
[ It wouldn't be the first time she'd heard the musical language, though of course she'd no idea what it meant. Nor did it seem to matter, in the end. Her name was a recognizable tune, and for now, that was enough.
She shudders as he sinks deeper, groaning and gasping and biting her lip. Five in the morning is no time to start alerting the entire third floor that you're getting fucked, one might figure. Though her level of care on the subject was quickly dissolving with the growing burn in her belly. Evidently she was a lot more worked up then she'd initially thought. All the better to have her arms around his toros, holding him to her so she could curl herself, let him hit home with a near-perfect angle.
Where her name stood out amongst myriad of music and alien language, his stood stark amidst a chorus of gasps ans growing moans. ]
[Yes, not alerting the whole floor of their lovemaking is indeed a good idea. He isn't quite sure how he's going to manage that fairly soon, but at least he knows it's a good idea.
There are times when the brain fails during sex, and then comes the stage when it is suddenly awake and aware of everything. Suddenly, you're aware of every sensation in exquisite detail, every bit of tingling flesh and tightening muscles, even if you'd rather not be aware of it so that you can make the moment last longer.
He releases her hip, suddenly aware that if he keeps tightening his grip, he's going to bruise her. And then, the thought crosses his mind to tilt his hips just a bit to give himself room, and put that newly free hand to good use. His thumb finds that lovely little nub of flesh and nerves and slides over it, then around it, then across it again.
Finally finding English again out of sheer necessity, he whispers hoarsely between panting breaths and uneven thrusts.]
Rose...I-I- I can't... [Another quiet, desperate little moan escapes.] hold on much longer...
[ No, there wouldn't be much lasting at this wee hour in the morning. Not with emotions and hormones flying at such high levels, enveloping them both with an attempt to try and snuff every last inhibition.
So she whines when he removes his grip, having come to like the possessiveness of it-- though she can't say she's ready to complain for where it relocates. Her mouth is too full of sharper gasps, little hisses and shuddered, not-quite words. It's nearly a distraction until she hears his voice again, in proper English this time. She doesn't move, lest her concentration falter, lest the rapidly building heat cease it's burn. Instead, she bites her lip and nods, sharp and many, even as her face contorts in what might be a grimace, cheeks flushing darker and darker in the dim of the room. ]
Y-yesyes it's okay, s'okay jus'-- Just--
[ She suddenly has to smack his hand away, replace it with her own as her back uncurls, flopping back against the bed, knees up and feet planting to shift the angle again, send him half an inch deeper (she shouts once), and he'd better get the idea of it, because she's going to kill him if he doesn't. ]
[She shifts and he plunges deeper, echoing her shout with one of his own. With his hand once again free, he wraps his arms around her fully, enveloping her as he tries to hold onto that angle with his hips, reveling in just how deep inside he is. His forehead comes to rest in the soft curve where her neck meets her shoulder and closes his eyes, letting that unbearable, amazing wave of sensation take him. To hell with holding back anymore.
His breathing hitches and his hips speed up, thrusting and grinding against her. He forgets the idea to keep quiet for the neighbors as the wave of pleasure catches up to him and crashes down onto him with startling force. Another shout rips from him and he plunges in deep and holds himself there as the orgasm takes hold of him fully, his breath held until he's fully spent. And only then does he begin to breathe again.]
[ He gets it, that's good. And really, with her own hand against herself, it doesn't take much more for her to crest over, tensing, arm cramping just slightly as she rubs herself to completion. He's hot and hard and so deep inside and it makes her want to weep and hold him and maybe shout again.
Two out of three is enough, she imagines. And with him coming undone inside and over her, she can't help but shudder and cling to his tensed frame, gasping right along with him, one hand moving to push his hair from his face as they both begin to catch their breath. She has to kiss him again, even if oxygen seems more important; so she does. Drags him down again and kisses him soundly. No tongue, just a meaningful press of lips as the rest of their sticky bodies press together. ]
[Little shivers go through his body and he gives one last slow, lazy roll of his hips as they kiss. Finally, he slides out of her and collapses at her side, gathering her up against him. Awareness of how rare and precious this moment could really be peeks through the sated haze, and his hands begin to roam all over in gentle, almost reverent caresses. Soon, reality would creep back in and ruin everything, but for now, in the pre-dawn light, nothing matters but this moment in this bed.
He finally pulls away from the kiss, and his eyes open for the first time in what felt like forever. He gazes down at her with a look in his blue eyes that is a combination of both joy and amazement, and his hand reaches up to caress her cheek with his fingertips. And, of course, this is where it gets complicated for him. What does one say after? Especially when your mind can't seem to focus on one thing to say about it. Amazing. Wonderful. I hope that was good for you. I'm sorry, I'm still rusty. I was not expecting that, but I'm glad it happened. I love you.
And so...nothing comes out at first, except slow, heavy breathing as his body continues to settle.]
[ She will gladly melt into that kiss, soak in the feel of his hands all over, stroking and soothing and she will just as much do the same, though her own touches stay around his shoulders and back, occasionally skirting up to his throat or the base of his skull.
She ... isn't expecting anything to be said, in honesty. Not from him. But while she doesn't hold her breath, she does feel the smallest twinge somewhere deep inside her gut. A feeling quickly snuffed out the moment it's felt. ]
[He gives a little hum of contentment as she caresses him, and then bursts out in a quiet laugh at her words.]
I would certainly hope so, or I haven't done my job properly and would have to try again.
[Mmyes, snuggling is good. He reaches down to pull the blanket back over the both of them which had been kicked to the bottom by their lovemaking and cuddles close. He smiles down at her and presses little kisses to the side of her neck, her cheek and up to her forehead.]
This...this was...something I hadn't even dreamed of. I can't put it into words.
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She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until he slides in, only wincing once because it's been a long, long time since anyone had ever joined with her like this. But she swallows, licks her lips and has to pull him down again, has to kiss him hard and devouring because maybe, just maybe, it'll distract from how terrified she is her heart might explode. ]
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Rose? Did I-- [And the rest of his question is lost to her fierce kiss.
He can't remain still for long; the ache is too much to bear after a moment. Still mindful of the wince, he begins slowly, as slow as he dares without driving himself mad. He slides one arm behind her shoulder blade, while his other hand grasps her hip, holding onto her for dear life.
This is all a dream. It has to be. Soon he'll wake up alone, still curled up in the burnt-out shell of a building. Things like this didn't happen, not to him. Not more than once, and he'd had his one chance. And then a shiver of pleasure washes over him, eliciting another moan, louder than before. No, this has to be real. No dream is this good.]
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She groans into their kiss as he begins to move, thrusting slow but still with enough force to have her shivering. Moments later, her hands are sliding up his back, clinging and holding for leverage so she can arch her back, just enough to try and rock her hips in tandem with his. Evidently, either it didn't take much for him to get her worked up, or she'd been ready a lot sooner than she let on. ]
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He leans down again, pressing kisses along her cheek, her jaw, her shoulder, murmuring something to her in his own language, because at the moment he can't quite make his brain work out English. In fact, he isn't exactly sure what he's saying in Gallifreyan either, but he had a need to vocalize just how amazing it feels to be with her like this; to be enveloped by her.
One word in English does come out repeatedly, amid all the incoherent Gallifreyan babble: her name.]
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She shudders as he sinks deeper, groaning and gasping and biting her lip. Five in the morning is no time to start alerting the entire third floor that you're getting fucked, one might figure. Though her level of care on the subject was quickly dissolving with the growing burn in her belly. Evidently she was a lot more worked up then she'd initially thought. All the better to have her arms around his toros, holding him to her so she could curl herself, let him hit home with a near-perfect angle.
Where her name stood out amongst myriad of music and alien language, his stood stark amidst a chorus of gasps ans growing moans. ]
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There are times when the brain fails during sex, and then comes the stage when it is suddenly awake and aware of everything. Suddenly, you're aware of every sensation in exquisite detail, every bit of tingling flesh and tightening muscles, even if you'd rather not be aware of it so that you can make the moment last longer.
He releases her hip, suddenly aware that if he keeps tightening his grip, he's going to bruise her. And then, the thought crosses his mind to tilt his hips just a bit to give himself room, and put that newly free hand to good use. His thumb finds that lovely little nub of flesh and nerves and slides over it, then around it, then across it again.
Finally finding English again out of sheer necessity, he whispers hoarsely between panting breaths and uneven thrusts.]
Rose...I-I- I can't... [Another quiet, desperate little moan escapes.] hold on much longer...
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So she whines when he removes his grip, having come to like the possessiveness of it-- though she can't say she's ready to complain for where it relocates. Her mouth is too full of sharper gasps, little hisses and shuddered, not-quite words. It's nearly a distraction until she hears his voice again, in proper English this time. She doesn't move, lest her concentration falter, lest the rapidly building heat cease it's burn. Instead, she bites her lip and nods, sharp and many, even as her face contorts in what might be a grimace, cheeks flushing darker and darker in the dim of the room. ]
Y-yesyes it's okay, s'okay jus'-- Just--
[ She suddenly has to smack his hand away, replace it with her own as her back uncurls, flopping back against the bed, knees up and feet planting to shift the angle again, send him half an inch deeper (she shouts once), and he'd better get the idea of it, because she's going to kill him if he doesn't. ]
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His breathing hitches and his hips speed up, thrusting and grinding against her. He forgets the idea to keep quiet for the neighbors as the wave of pleasure catches up to him and crashes down onto him with startling force. Another shout rips from him and he plunges in deep and holds himself there as the orgasm takes hold of him fully, his breath held until he's fully spent. And only then does he begin to breathe again.]
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Two out of three is enough, she imagines. And with him coming undone inside and over her, she can't help but shudder and cling to his tensed frame, gasping right along with him, one hand moving to push his hair from his face as they both begin to catch their breath. She has to kiss him again, even if oxygen seems more important; so she does. Drags him down again and kisses him soundly. No tongue, just a meaningful press of lips as the rest of their sticky bodies press together. ]
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He finally pulls away from the kiss, and his eyes open for the first time in what felt like forever. He gazes down at her with a look in his blue eyes that is a combination of both joy and amazement, and his hand reaches up to caress her cheek with his fingertips. And, of course, this is where it gets complicated for him. What does one say after? Especially when your mind can't seem to focus on one thing to say about it. Amazing. Wonderful. I hope that was good for you. I'm sorry, I'm still rusty. I was not expecting that, but I'm glad it happened. I love you.
And so...nothing comes out at first, except slow, heavy breathing as his body continues to settle.]
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She ... isn't expecting anything to be said, in honesty. Not from him. But while she doesn't hold her breath, she does feel the smallest twinge somewhere deep inside her gut. A feeling quickly snuffed out the moment it's felt. ]
I think I'm distracted.
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I would certainly hope so, or I haven't done my job properly and would have to try again.
[Mmyes, snuggling is good. He reaches down to pull the blanket back over the both of them which had been kicked to the bottom by their lovemaking and cuddles close. He smiles down at her and presses little kisses to the side of her neck, her cheek and up to her forehead.]
This...this was...something I hadn't even dreamed of. I can't put it into words.