[ 'If it hurts', he says. As if any of this could hurt. Rinne's weight pressing her into the futon, the slide of his bare skin against hers, the friction of every thrust, the sound of his moans - it's all so good she can hardly stand it. Her whole life, everything she's been permitted to have has been carefully rationed and portioned to keep her just on the verge of starving. Now, she's finally allowed to have her fill of something she really wants and she's not just greedy for it - she's ravenous.
Her fingers tighten around Rinne's, squeezing to keep their fingers entwined and her hips rock in time with him, eager for more - eager for every bit her body can take. ]
It doesn't hurt— [ Reassurance, encouragement and need all in the same breath. Each word shudders on the verge of breaking into a moan and she has to fight to keep her voice steady enough to speak at all. ] It doesn't hurt at all, so— more, please?
[ He always touches her like she's so delicate, something that could break under his hands but right now she doesn't want to be delicate and pure. She doesn't want to be anything except Rinne's—
Rinne's what? Maybe there doesn't need to be an answer right now. Maybe being Rinne's full stop is the thing she wants so badly.
Her free hand cards through his hair, stroking it back so she can see his face properly then curls around to the back of his neck. She tugs him gently, just enough to bring him down so that when Ai raises herself to meet him, it can be with a heated, greedy kiss. ]
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Her fingers tighten around Rinne's, squeezing to keep their fingers entwined and her hips rock in time with him, eager for more - eager for every bit her body can take. ]
It doesn't hurt— [ Reassurance, encouragement and need all in the same breath. Each word shudders on the verge of breaking into a moan and she has to fight to keep her voice steady enough to speak at all. ] It doesn't hurt at all, so— more, please?
[ He always touches her like she's so delicate, something that could break under his hands but right now she doesn't want to be delicate and pure. She doesn't want to be anything except Rinne's—
Rinne's what? Maybe there doesn't need to be an answer right now. Maybe being Rinne's full stop is the thing she wants so badly.
Her free hand cards through his hair, stroking it back so she can see his face properly then curls around to the back of his neck. She tugs him gently, just enough to bring him down so that when Ai raises herself to meet him, it can be with a heated, greedy kiss. ]