[ She'd thought it the first time he'd said her name - back when he was still frightening and distant, that even though there wasn't exactly any comfort in it, the sound of him saying her name had made her feel weighed down and solid and present. As if it'd been a reminder that despite everything, she really was stood in front of him, drawing breath.
She'd never imagined she'd hear him saying it like that. And the sound of it sends a little thrill shuddering right through her.
She wonders when things had changed. It hadn't even been all that long ago that he'd been a threat to be gauged and survived rather than someone who could be understood. And certainly not someone she could trust to touch her and have her like this.
He could do easily hurt her if he wanted to. He's marked every part of her torso, the dig of his claws leave scratches and and imprints on her skin but none of that is the same as hurting her. Somehow, along the way, she's stopped believing he could.
For all the noise she'd made before, when he finally pushes her over the edge, she's deceptively quiet. A high, sweet and breathy noise that melts into saying his name while her whole body shudders and curls tight around him. She's clinging onto him, arms tight around his neck, while she rocks into his hand, pouring out more of those noises before she finally eases into a warm, sated quiet. ]
Ah... hahh... [ It takes her a second in the aftermath to catch her breath. ] So you don't always have to be such a bully...
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She'd never imagined she'd hear him saying it like that. And the sound of it sends a little thrill shuddering right through her.
She wonders when things had changed. It hadn't even been all that long ago that he'd been a threat to be gauged and survived rather than someone who could be understood. And certainly not someone she could trust to touch her and have her like this.
He could do easily hurt her if he wanted to. He's marked every part of her torso, the dig of his claws leave scratches and and imprints on her skin but none of that is the same as hurting her. Somehow, along the way, she's stopped believing he could.
For all the noise she'd made before, when he finally pushes her over the edge, she's deceptively quiet. A high, sweet and breathy noise that melts into saying his name while her whole body shudders and curls tight around him. She's clinging onto him, arms tight around his neck, while she rocks into his hand, pouring out more of those noises before she finally eases into a warm, sated quiet. ]
Ah... hahh... [ It takes her a second in the aftermath to catch her breath. ] So you don't always have to be such a bully...