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Yeah? [She considers playfully offering him a forkful of pasta, but opts against it for now, utensil dropping back almost as soon as she's picked it up. He's finally gotten comfortable enough that he's not asking permission for every touch, and that pleases her to no end. She shifts in his lap, trying not to interrupt him too much, until she's sitting sideways, legs splayed absentmindedly, turning her head to kiss him lightly on the neck. There's a sneaky look on her face as she pushes the food clear over almost to the opposite edge of the table.]

Mm, you wanna do it right here?

You've had a stressful day. A stressful week. [This is supposed to be a demure protest, but Kaworu can't resist tilting his head to kiss Haruki at the end of each sentence.] At this point, [he murmurs,] no one would blame you for being concerned with your own comfort. You deserve to be comfortable.

[So she should be eating up, and sleeping in, and all those other important Lilin things... not allowing Kaworu's hand to drift in between her thighs. The fabric of her pajamas is so thin that it borders on pointless.]

What do you want to do? Anything is fine, if it's what you want.

So've you. [Haruki discounts her own stress levels as a basic matter of course, shrugging her shoulders. Really, Kaworu's had a stressful month, if not longer. Definitely longer. But she doesn't want to dwell on anything sad. That part of her is spent for now, and it's awfully hard to try to revive it while his lips are on her skin.] Y'know, if I didn't know better I'd think you were being a tease.

[I'm glad you're here with me. There's a lot of ways to say that, really. Words, food, the touch of a hand. Sex. Haruki starts to smile again, unable to stop herself. For all that he's talking about her comforts, she doesn't think he's being entirely altruistic.]

[She's so glad of that.]

[She messily shoves her pajama bottoms and underwear both down to her thighs with one hand while grabbing his wrist with her other, placing it between her legs. She's not wet yet, but that'll come soon. She's guiding the strokes of his hand with her own, pushing down against his palm.] Take a guess.

[Kaworu can't even try to hide how his cock stiffens when his fingers transition from clothing to bare skin. Of course, there would be no point in hiding anything routine like arousal from Haruki. Pretty much every aspect of her is attractive to him, including the flavor of her saliva and the arch of her right foot. Most attractive of all has to be this underwear-shucking shamelessness, which so closely matches his own.]

Not my intention to tease, [he promises, his lips relocating to her brow.] When you're within reach of me, I don't know how to stop myself from confirming that you're really here. [More and more often, he seems unable to control his nerve endings, the reactions of his body, in the steely way he used to before. Every passionate instance of fucking makes the next one that much easier to succumb to. Just a few days ago, he actually masturbated to sweet thoughts of her, going against his own instincts to not waste his seed.

Conclusion: Lust is infinitely more potent when it's intermingled with love.]

Given everything that's happened, we should spend a few days recuperating at home, I think.

[It's a thinly veiled excuse to spend a few days having sex with his beloved. He's getting them started with how he's gently coaxing her legs to spread more, giving him better access to her not-yet-wet folds.]

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You sure this is recuperating?

[There's a lofty lilt to her words that's normally not there, easy and light, and she's grinning, worried he'll misunderstand somehow otherwise. She's really not hungry. Well, not in a way that pasta can fix. Nearness to him is its own balm, a reassurance that she didn't ruin everything. Maybe not anything.]

[She spreads her legs out further, splaying them, really, the carelessness wanton and almost innocent all at once. She's glad he's back. So glad he's back, and with her. He couldn't have touched her like this before, back in the garden. It's a good thing they both were retrieved, returned to normal. Her breathing shifts and she starts to squirm a bit, pressing up against his hand. He's already hard, and that's never not encouraging, making her hips buck faster, trying to get wet and ready for him quickly.]

You used to ask before you did anything. [She grins again.] But you're not anymore. I like that. It's-- ah, it's really nice.

Your love is surely the best medicine.

[Kaworu's smile is crooked, closer than a smirk than it should be, undeniably pleased. Though he doesn't need to touch Haruki to love her so much, it's still a relief to have the full use of his fingers. He demonstrates that now in the couple he's using to penetrate her, while her hips shift and do the rest for him. He allows himself to imagine it's his cock filling her up instead... As always, it would be a perfect fit...

For a moment, though, he's almost afraid that she's going to berate him for not asking. It wouldn't make sense for her to despise it, but it isn't like Lilin often make sense to him. Then she says everything else--"I like that" and "It's really nice"--and a prickling heat blossoms inside his chest. She likes that. It's really nice. She likes that, it's really nice, and he's redirecting his fingers to the cute little nub that is her clit.]

Not once have you been willing to reject me, [he murmurs, soft and sincere.] I wonder if it's because you feel complete when you're with me. I, also...

Edited 2015-08-25 02:53 (UTC)

Yeah. That's it exactly. How'd you know?

[Her words flutter into nothing but soft grunts, pushing insistently against his fingers. She could probably come just from that, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment or two, glints of sweat beading on her forehead. But she doesn't want to without him, not tonight.]

[He knows because he feels the same way. That's it, right? Haruki's never considered herself bright, or thoughtful, but there's never been anybody she's mulled and ruminated on as much as him, what he's thinking and feeling-- not just about her, but in general. It's invasive, probably-- she should be content with what she's got, but sometimes...]

[Sometimes, she wonders, that's all. Who'd dare reject him-- sure, there'd been Fruhling, but what's made him seem to expect it. Her focus shatters as his expert fingers against her clit make her buck up roughly. A few more strokes, either of his fingers or her hips, would do it. Instead, she reaches to touch his wrist as she stammers--]

H-hey, hey, get your pants off. I wanna come with you.

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