[ She's practically already broken at this point if she's begging like this... pleading with him to keep on hurting her like this, over and over again. Yet he still doesn't feel satisfied yet... so even though she's been brought to the point of begging, so desperate for his painful touch that it clearly hasn't crossed her mind that somebody might've heard her pleas through the wall she's being fucked into...
He doesn't stop, and when his hand reaches that needy and sensitive location being pistoned into at breakneck speed, the bottom part of her swimsuit parted in order to make way for him... his fingers find that sensitive nub at the top and roughly pinches it without any warning. ]
You love it, huh...? How much do you love it, Ai...!?
[ She doesn't even get a chance to form any words. She's already in such a state, already riled up and wound so painfully, painfully tight that when his fingers pinch instead of the rough stroking she'd been expecting, Ai breaks.
The sudden sharp spike of - something, perfectly on the razor's edge between pleasure and pain - tears a cry out of her throat. It's not even a word, it's barely even a sound, just raw, helpless need given voice as she comes, shaking and clenching and twitching around him, and he still hasn't stopped. ]
I - I love it, I love any way you touch me, I love it so much -
[- she babbles it without shame, the words spilling past her lips between one harsh gasp and the next. She's so overwhelmed and overstimulated it's almost unbearable but right now, she feels like if he stops then she just might die. ]
I'm so, so sick of being pretty and neat, you're the only one who'll make me dirty, so please...
[ His fingers pinch her clit so tightly that anywhere else that it can only be described as painful... but it breaks her so thoroughly, and what else can Oberon do in that moment except smile? ]
Good girl...!
[ He praises her... but he knows that the only reward for her right now is to pinch even harder, abuse her breast even more, plow into her with all the force he can muster and then some... so that's exactly what he does. Even as she climaxes, he doesn't stop. He just continues to stack overstimulation upon overstimulation.
At this point, it's entirely possible anyone within a certain radius of the cabin can hear her, but he's not about to remind her about that. It's not like it'll mitigate his punishment in the slightest later, after all. ]
[ It's too much. It's way, way too much. The noise that comes out of her throat sounds nearly wounded and she's squirming so much that she's rising up onto the balls of her feet, trembling all over. His hands are bad enough but when that's compounded with the feeling of him still moving inside of her, pushing in deep enough that she can barely breathe around it - it's torture. Everything is bright and hot and intense, to the point that it scares her a little. ]
Oberon, Oberon, Oberon - not like that, I can't, it's too much...
[ That protest, at least, rings as sincere - when she's twitching and oversensitive like this, the pinch of his of fingers stings just a little too much for comfort. She's too far gone to even know how to start saying it, but that much right now really is unbearable. ]
L-like this... like before... right now, I want it like...
[ She takes a trembling hand off the wall and reaches down blindly to try to cover his fingers with hers - not to pull them away, just to guide him into touching her the way she wants. ]
[ Truthfully, he's almost tempted to continue with what he's doing regardless of her protests. She's so delightfully overstimulated, and he wants to keep her that way.
But when her protests ring so sincerely, even can't bring himself to refuse. Fae Eyes, the best substitute for safe words. ]
Like this...?
[ His fingers release her clit from it's torture, letting her shaking hands guide him into the stroking she so desires.
...Then he immediately kicks it up a notch, stroking and stimulating that bundle of nerves with his mercilessly-rough fingers. Truly, he can't just be nice, can he? But of course not... wasn't she the one who provoked him to this point? ]
[ A helpless, wordless noise spills out of her, equal parts relief and renewed desperation. It's rough, just like everything else he's doing right now, but it's exactly what she asked for - just enough friction to send more of that bright sensation over her skin. She's aware that she's not being anywhere close to as quiet as she should be, but at this point it just makes her shake even harder. It's only compounded by the way his fingers move against her slick skin, stroking hard and fast in time with each deep, punishing thrust of his hips. ]
Y-yes, like that... Aah, Oberon, it feels so - [ It's just enough to drive her a little crazy, and she's arching into his touch, pressing into it even as it makes her squirm. ] S-see, you don't have to be so horrible to me...
[ The needy desperation in her voice is still there, not quite as pained - but maybe it's because she's so desperate she doesn't know that's pouring out of her mouth. ]
I love it though, I love -
[ " - you. I love you, I love-"
Of all the times for that to come pouring out of her for the first time... ]
[ For a brief moment, his eyes go wide, and he almost pauses...
How the hell is he supposed to stay calm when she says that? Hell, she hasn't even actually said it, but... to him that doesn't really matter, does it? She loves him, she loves him... ]
Ai...!!
[ Everything intensifies all at once, as if a limiter on his physical capabilities as a Servant was just taken off and now she's taking the full brunt of it. She's going to be a ruined mess, it'll be a miracle if she can even walk straight after this.
None of that matters. He'll take being banished from the apartment building if that's the punishment... he lets loose on her body, thrusting with all the speed and force he can muster, rubbing her clit almost violently, squeezing and abusing her chest with his remaining hand, and bites into her neck once again. ]
HNN...!!
[ It doesn't take long, then, for the unrestrained Oberon to release himself inside her for the second time. ]
[ She doesn't get it. Of course she doesn't - even when she tries telling him the truth, she can't see it the same way he can. All Ai knows is that she's never heard Oberon's voice quite like that, hoarse and ragged and raw, as if he's the one being so lovingly used instead of her. As if he's the one on the verge of being broken. ]
Ah - Oberon -?! [ Her voice in turn pitches into a higher, sweeter note. Something inside him seems to have snapped and everything has amped up in turn, so intense that for a moment she's honestly afraid she won't be able to hold herself upright. ] W-wait - Oberon -
[ Her voice cracks as soon as his teeth sink into her skin again, and that's all she gets out before all his relentless touching and loving her blots out everything else. She snaps too, the third goddamn time, and this time she can hardly even make a noise. There's not enough air in her lungs. Her fingers scratch the wall as her hands ball into fists and when she can finally move, she all but slumps against it as well, forehead pressed to the rough surface.
It takes a good while of gasping air back into her lungs before she can even try to speak. ]
... I can't believe... I can't believe you made a mess like that right here... [ Mess being the operative word. Even though her thighs are stinging enough that they're almost numb with it, she can tell how slick they are and that it's not even close to being just her fault. ] What am I gonna do if someone can tell... Oberon, seriously...
[ "Mess" isn't a bad way to put it, since her thighs aren't the only thing slick with fluids... the floor underneath them is much the same. At the very least, as Oberon unloads himself into her, he can finally no longer bring himself to keep moving... remaining completely still, albeit holding Ai to keep her from collapsing. ]
Hah... hah... ah, I wouldn't... worry about that...
[ He's sucking in deep breaths of air as though he's exhausted... but damn him and his Servant stamina. He'd learned to be considerate of her limits before, but it seems he's throwing that lesson out the window. ]
After all, we're not done yet...!
[ He starts to manhandle her again, returning her to their original position with her held up entirely by him. He's going to be in trouble after this, so going all-out is the only thing he can do, right? It's reminiscent of their first night of passion... though now he knows exactly how to best drive her crazy.
[ The noise of surprise and half protest comes out on a startled breath and turns into a whine on a sharp inhale. Immediately, her arms are round his neck, clinging on for dear life. ]
Ah- aah, Oberon, there's no way, there's no way- I'm gonna break if you keep this up, don't be so mean...!
[ If she hasn't broken already, that is, with how sore and roughly used she feels. She's practically begging for mercy, her face buried in the crook of his neck in a belated effort to muffle her pleading voice.
It's almost as bad as the first time they'd been together - no, if anything, it's worse. For as needy and desperate as that had been, there'd been something tender about it too, both of them unravelling how to love and be loved by each other but now...
Now Oberon knows exactly what he's doing, and she can't do anything except cling to him and hope he remembers how to be a little more gentle somewhere along the line. ]
[ Unfortunately for Ai... he does not. When they started, it had been golden hour... the sun had already been setting, but since when has the time ever mattered to them when it came to doing this kind of thing? ]
Don't be so mean...? Weren't you begging me not to stop?
[ So he says, right before going right back to utterly ruining her.
He's only doing as she asked, right? God bless this woman for going through all of this. He breaks her, let's her piece herself back together... only to break her all over again before she can even finish. At this point, he's just digging a deeper hole for himself... but sunk-cost fallacy, don't fail him now.
By the time he finally finishes, finally empties himself entirely into her... she's as dirtied as a girl can possibly be, covered in bite marks, bruises, scrapes from being pushed up against the rough surface of the walls, and dripping the mixture of their fluids down her thighs.
Miraculously, her swimsuit stayed (mostly) on the whole time. Something that Oberon is clearly proud of as he finally sets her down on the bench before stumbling backward and slumping against the wall opposite to her in a state of similar exhaustion. ]
Hah... damn, I needed that...
[ Honestly, it's surprising they went this long without any interruptions from the outside... he had free reign to wreak havoc upon her without anything stopping him. Though he imagines the amount of people at the beach dwindled after the sun went down. ]
[ It takes a while for Ai to be able to respond. In fact, it's a miracle she's conscious enough at this point to say anything at all, though she suspects that's by design rather than a happy accident. He'd been very deliberate in all the ways he'd pieced her apart - after all, what's the fun if she goes and passes out before they're both satisfied?
She's a quivering, boneless mess. Her legs are trembling badly enough that it hurts, and when she tries to sit up she ends up leaning heavily against the wall, feeling the scrape of rough surfacing against her bare skin and shivering all over again. Really, she's shocked that she's able to stay upright at all - her whole body aches so sweetly, every muscle twitching and shuddering whenever she moves even slightly. Even her swimsuit staying on is more Oberon's victory than hers - she hadn't given it a single thought during the heat of it all and it's sheer luck that none of the fabric gave with how rough he'd been. ]
Aah... you're really the worst... [ Her voice is little more than a rasp at this point. It'd broken at some point, long past her knowing what it was she was begging him for. ] How am I supposed to get home like this...
[ Her skin's sticky and slick with sweat, saliva and... uh, well, she'd rather not think about what else. Maybe if she's lucky, she can sneak one of the showers you supposed to wash sand off with but that's really not the point! ]
[ Honestly, she's a downright concerning mess... her appearance is a mixture of marks that aren't unusual from intense sex, and bruises along her thighs and body that look as if she took multiple tumbles down a flight of stairs.
The way she's still twitching and shivering from the sensation of it all... really just speaks to how long her m-streak is. She's a ruined mess, broken from head to toe, and yet... ]
Hah...
[ He can't help but admire his handiwork, his eyes gazing upon her fondly. If it weren't for the fact that he's completely tapped out, the sight might've gotten him going again. The way she looked coming out of the water had been provocative enough, after all. She may not be thinking about whatever else she's slick with, but he can see everything from his angle. ]
We'll figure it out...
[ As he says it, he unzips his hoodie—in which it remains amazing that he kept it on the whole time, even as he himself was sweating up a storm—and takes it off, finally looking a little more appropriate for the season... or at least, about as appropriate as "black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt" goes.
It's large enough that it'll practically eclipse her entire frame, cover her arms entirely, even cover her thighs for the most part... she really is just that much smaller than him, huh? The only downside has to be that it smells a whole lot like him now. ]
Well... I suppose I have to admit to having a grand time here at the beach now, don't I?
You'd better. I'm not going home until I can find somewhere to clean up this mess you made. [ Sullenly, with no bite in her voice whatsoever: ] I really hate you.
[ Even without fae eyes, that's transparently without any really dislike behind it whatsoever, but for her to come out with something like that as a retort... she's definitely more than a little mad. Oops. ]
It's the middle of summer and I'm going to need to wear long sleeves and cover my neck for who knows how long... you're awful. You didn't think about any of that for a second.
[ That's what she's saying... but even as she complains, she reaches a trembling hand up to touch his face. She's not the only one who looks like a mess. ]
You'd better carry me home, you know. This is your fault.
[ He laughs dryly... though mostly because he's just so similarly exhausted. Oh he's in deep shit, but he knew that was going to be the case already. Still, it's hard not to laugh at such an obvious lie. ]
Well, I guess that just means we'll be matching, now won't we...? Though you could also flaunt it like I always said you should.
[ Or he could do her a favor and heal her to regain some goodwill... he'll have to think about that. Weigh his options, you know?
He lifts his hand to hold her trembling one, at which point he turns his head to tenderly kiss her hand in response. ]
Yes, yes... whatever you want, Ai...
[ God she's so beautifully damaged... he's falling in love all over again, and it's the result of her marred visage of all things, still leaking everything that he shot inside her. ]
Oh, so now it's whatever I want? [ Ah. Definitely more than a little mad. ] You sounded like you were having more than enough fun doing what you wanted.
[ ... she says, as if she hadn't been begging and pleading and voicing her approval at length the entire time. And even though she's putting on a very good show of being mad at him, when her trembling fingers touch his face, it's gentle - she strokes some of his hair back from his face, traces lightly over his cheekbones, brushes her thumb over his lips. Honestly, she's practically petting him like a cat at this point. ]
You're not even going to pretend you're sorry, are you? You jerk. I waited all this time to wear a cute swimsuit and you ruined it.
[ nobody tell her the cute swimsuit was exactly the problem. ]
But of course! I did suggest stopping at one point, you know.
[ Except he hadn't meant it in the slightest... and only after he had driven her crazy with overstimulation. How convenient of him.
She lets her run her hand along his face... he'd have words about the comparison to being petted like a cat, but her touch is soothing... despite how upset she clearly is. One could argue that she's sending mixed signals. ]
Oh, I'd say you got good use out of it in the end though... or at the very least, I did.
[ It doesn't help that he's not helping his own case. ]
[ Okay, enough being nice. Her other hand rises as well, so she can pull on both his cheeks. ]
Is that supposed to make me feel better?! ... Ugh, don't answer that. The more smug you get about it, the madder you're making me. You're lucky I've only got one Command Seal left or I'd use one to make you sleep out here on the beach until I felt like forgiving you.
[ She lets up on pulling on his face and her hands drop down to her lap. That's already a little more exertion than she was quite ready for. ]
Will you at least go and check if there's a place I can wash up before we go? I'm not putting on your hoodie while I'm... ugh. Like this.
[ For now at least - a half second after he vanishes, one of her sandals flies right through the spot where his face was a moment ago. ]
It's the last chance you're gong to get to do it!
[ That's a lie. Both of them know it's a lie. But she hisses it anyway just to try and piece together a little of her dignity in the aftermath of... all this. And then she just goes right back to sulking.
Honestly, she'd probably be less mad if she hadn't enjoyed it as much as she had. ]
[ The sound of laughter echoes quieter and quieter… though he did leave his hoodie behind. Honestly, with all the things he did while wearing it, it’s sweaty and caked in his scent… even if she rinses off, properly washing her battered and bruised body will have to wait until she gets home.
He’s gone for long enough to presumably let her get all the sulking out of her system… or maybe not, since she’s still covered in the aftermath of his merciless treatment to remind her of everything they did.
Everything she said, too. Begged, more like.
But of course, he does return, a dark mist forming in the middle of the cabin as he rematerializes in front of her. ]
Well, there are certainly plenty of outdoor showers available. The beach is hardly deserted, though.
[ Makes sense. The showers are outdoors since they’re mostly just used to rinse off saltwater or sand… or maybe he’s hiding the location of a more enclosed area just to mess with her, it’s hard to tell. ]
[ Ai doesn't even blink when he returns - she's gotten used to him popping in and out with that little trick and it barely even registers to her anymore. What does catch her off guard is what he actually has to say for himself. She'd been sitting back, leaning against the wall while she'd waited for him but at his words, she sits up very straight in alarm. ]
Huh?! But it's-
[ She whips around to look over her shoulder at the little window on the back wall. Even with the blind pulled down, she can still tell it's dark out. ]
Why are there so many people on the beach after dark?
[ She's actually starting to sound a little panicked. ]
[ Her other sandal slaps into his chest and goes thumping to the floor. Going by its trajectory, it was probably supposed to hit his face. ]
I'm not testing my luck on something like that! Not when I'm-
[ Her frustrated expression gives way to something a little more... tender, we'll call it, a rosy blush high in her cheeks. ]
... It's not just embarrassing. I mean, it definitely is, but...
[ She peeks up at him. Those puppy dog eyes were bad enough when she was making a show of it, but now they're entirely sincere and without guile, it's a hundred times worse. ]
Maybe you like showing off but... when I'm like this, I don't want it to be for anybody but you.
[ He already knew that much, but hearing it said out loud... and with that look on her face...
His expression freezes in one of surprise... both at hearing her say it out loud and the fact that, inexplicably, his heart just skipped a fucking beat.
And for the first time tonight, he looks away sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his head with flushed cheeks. ]
...then, hurry up and put that on, I'll carry you home. I don't care if it gets dirty.
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He doesn't stop, and when his hand reaches that needy and sensitive location being pistoned into at breakneck speed, the bottom part of her swimsuit parted in order to make way for him... his fingers find that sensitive nub at the top and roughly pinches it without any warning. ]
You love it, huh...? How much do you love it, Ai...!?
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The sudden sharp spike of - something, perfectly on the razor's edge between pleasure and pain - tears a cry out of her throat. It's not even a word, it's barely even a sound, just raw, helpless need given voice as she comes, shaking and clenching and twitching around him, and he still hasn't stopped. ]
I - I love it, I love any way you touch me, I love it so much -
[- she babbles it without shame, the words spilling past her lips between one harsh gasp and the next. She's so overwhelmed and overstimulated it's almost unbearable but right now, she feels like if he stops then she just might die. ]
I'm so, so sick of being pretty and neat, you're the only one who'll make me dirty, so please...
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Good girl...!
[ He praises her... but he knows that the only reward for her right now is to pinch even harder, abuse her breast even more, plow into her with all the force he can muster and then some... so that's exactly what he does. Even as she climaxes, he doesn't stop. He just continues to stack overstimulation upon overstimulation.
At this point, it's entirely possible anyone within a certain radius of the cabin can hear her, but he's not about to remind her about that. It's not like it'll mitigate his punishment in the slightest later, after all. ]
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Oberon, Oberon, Oberon - not like that, I can't, it's too much...
[ That protest, at least, rings as sincere - when she's twitching and oversensitive like this, the pinch of his of fingers stings just a little too much for comfort. She's too far gone to even know how to start saying it, but that much right now really is unbearable. ]
L-like this... like before... right now, I want it like...
[ She takes a trembling hand off the wall and reaches down blindly to try to cover his fingers with hers - not to pull them away, just to guide him into touching her the way she wants. ]
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But when her protests ring so sincerely, even can't bring himself to refuse.
Fae Eyes, the best substitute for safe words.]Like this...?
[ His fingers release her clit from it's torture, letting her shaking hands guide him into the stroking she so desires.
...Then he immediately kicks it up a notch, stroking and stimulating that bundle of nerves with his mercilessly-rough fingers. Truly, he can't just be nice, can he? But of course not... wasn't she the one who provoked him to this point? ]
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Y-yes, like that... Aah, Oberon, it feels so - [ It's just enough to drive her a little crazy, and she's arching into his touch, pressing into it even as it makes her squirm. ] S-see, you don't have to be so horrible to me...
[ The needy desperation in her voice is still there, not quite as pained - but maybe it's because she's so desperate she doesn't know that's pouring out of her mouth. ]
I love it though, I love -
[ " - you. I love you, I love-"
Of all the times for that to come pouring out of her for the first time... ]
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How the hell is he supposed to stay calm when she says that? Hell, she hasn't even actually said it, but... to him that doesn't really matter, does it? She loves him, she loves him... ]
Ai...!!
[ Everything intensifies all at once, as if a limiter on his physical capabilities as a Servant was just taken off and now she's taking the full brunt of it. She's going to be a ruined mess, it'll be a miracle if she can even walk straight after this.
None of that matters. He'll take being banished from the apartment building if that's the punishment... he lets loose on her body, thrusting with all the speed and force he can muster, rubbing her clit almost violently, squeezing and abusing her chest with his remaining hand, and bites into her neck once again. ]
HNN...!!
[ It doesn't take long, then, for the unrestrained Oberon to release himself inside her for the second time. ]
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Ah - Oberon -?! [ Her voice in turn pitches into a higher, sweeter note. Something inside him seems to have snapped and everything has amped up in turn, so intense that for a moment she's honestly afraid she won't be able to hold herself upright. ] W-wait - Oberon -
[ Her voice cracks as soon as his teeth sink into her skin again, and that's all she gets out before all his relentless touching and loving her blots out everything else. She snaps too, the third goddamn time, and this time she can hardly even make a noise. There's not enough air in her lungs. Her fingers scratch the wall as her hands ball into fists and when she can finally move, she all but slumps against it as well, forehead pressed to the rough surface.
It takes a good while of gasping air back into her lungs before she can even try to speak. ]
... I can't believe... I can't believe you made a mess like that right here... [ Mess being the operative word. Even though her thighs are stinging enough that they're almost numb with it, she can tell how slick they are and that it's not even close to being just her fault. ] What am I gonna do if someone can tell... Oberon, seriously...
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Hah... hah... ah, I wouldn't... worry about that...
[ He's sucking in deep breaths of air as though he's exhausted... but damn him and his Servant stamina. He'd learned to be considerate of her limits before, but it seems he's throwing that lesson out the window. ]
After all, we're not done yet...!
[ He starts to manhandle her again, returning her to their original position with her held up entirely by him. He's going to be in trouble after this, so going all-out is the only thing he can do, right? It's reminiscent of their first night of passion... though now he knows exactly how to best drive her crazy.
G-Good luck, Ai... ]
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[ The noise of surprise and half protest comes out on a startled breath and turns into a whine on a sharp inhale. Immediately, her arms are round his neck, clinging on for dear life. ]
Ah- aah, Oberon, there's no way, there's no way- I'm gonna break if you keep this up, don't be so mean...!
[ If she hasn't broken already, that is, with how sore and roughly used she feels. She's practically begging for mercy, her face buried in the crook of his neck in a belated effort to muffle her pleading voice.
It's almost as bad as the first time they'd been together - no, if anything, it's worse. For as needy and desperate as that had been, there'd been something tender about it too, both of them unravelling how to love and be loved by each other but now...
Now Oberon knows exactly what he's doing, and she can't do anything except cling to him and hope he remembers how to be a little more gentle somewhere along the line. ]
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Don't be so mean...? Weren't you begging me not to stop?
[ So he says, right before going right back to utterly ruining her.
He's only doing as she asked, right?
God bless this woman for going through all of this.He breaks her, let's her piece herself back together... only to break her all over again before she can even finish. At this point, he's just digging a deeper hole for himself... but sunk-cost fallacy, don't fail him now.By the time he finally finishes, finally empties himself entirely into her... she's as dirtied as a girl can possibly be, covered in bite marks, bruises, scrapes from being pushed up against the rough surface of the walls, and dripping the mixture of their fluids down her thighs.
Miraculously, her swimsuit stayed (mostly) on the whole time. Something that Oberon is clearly proud of as he finally sets her down on the bench before stumbling backward and slumping against the wall opposite to her in a state of similar exhaustion. ]
Hah... damn, I needed that...
[ Honestly, it's surprising they went this long without any interruptions from the outside... he had free reign to wreak havoc upon her without anything stopping him. Though he imagines the amount of people at the beach dwindled after the sun went down. ]
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She's a quivering, boneless mess. Her legs are trembling badly enough that it hurts, and when she tries to sit up she ends up leaning heavily against the wall, feeling the scrape of rough surfacing against her bare skin and shivering all over again. Really, she's shocked that she's able to stay upright at all - her whole body aches so sweetly, every muscle twitching and shuddering whenever she moves even slightly. Even her swimsuit staying on is more Oberon's victory than hers - she hadn't given it a single thought during the heat of it all and it's sheer luck that none of the fabric gave with how rough he'd been. ]
Aah... you're really the worst... [ Her voice is little more than a rasp at this point. It'd broken at some point, long past her knowing what it was she was begging him for. ] How am I supposed to get home like this...
[ Her skin's sticky and slick with sweat, saliva and... uh, well, she'd rather not think about what else. Maybe if she's lucky, she can sneak one of the showers you supposed to wash sand off with but that's really not the point! ]
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The way she's still twitching and shivering from the sensation of it all... really just speaks to how long her m-streak is. She's a ruined mess, broken from head to toe, and yet... ]
Hah...
[ He can't help but admire his handiwork, his eyes gazing upon her fondly. If it weren't for the fact that he's completely tapped out, the sight might've gotten him going again. The way she looked coming out of the water had been provocative enough, after all. She may not be thinking about whatever else she's slick with, but he can see everything from his angle. ]
We'll figure it out...
[ As he says it, he unzips his hoodie—in which it remains amazing that he kept it on the whole time, even as he himself was sweating up a storm—and takes it off, finally looking a little more appropriate for the season... or at least, about as appropriate as "black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt" goes.
It's large enough that it'll practically eclipse her entire frame, cover her arms entirely, even cover her thighs for the most part... she really is just that much smaller than him, huh? The only downside has to be that it smells a whole lot like him now. ]
Well... I suppose I have to admit to having a grand time here at the beach now, don't I?
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[ Even without fae eyes, that's transparently without any really dislike behind it whatsoever, but for her to come out with something like that as a retort... she's definitely more than a little mad. Oops. ]
It's the middle of summer and I'm going to need to wear long sleeves and cover my neck for who knows how long... you're awful. You didn't think about any of that for a second.
[ That's what she's saying... but even as she complains, she reaches a trembling hand up to touch his face. She's not the only one who looks like a mess. ]
You'd better carry me home, you know. This is your fault.
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Well, I guess that just means we'll be matching, now won't we...? Though you could also flaunt it like I always said you should.
[ Or he could do her a favor and heal her to regain some goodwill... he'll have to think about that. Weigh his options, you know?
He lifts his hand to hold her trembling one, at which point he turns his head to tenderly kiss her hand in response. ]
Yes, yes... whatever you want, Ai...
[ God she's so beautifully damaged... he's falling in love all over again, and it's the result of her marred visage of all things, still leaking everything that he shot inside her. ]
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[ ... she says, as if she hadn't been begging and pleading and voicing her approval at length the entire time. And even though she's putting on a very good show of being mad at him, when her trembling fingers touch his face, it's gentle - she strokes some of his hair back from his face, traces lightly over his cheekbones, brushes her thumb over his lips. Honestly, she's practically petting him like a cat at this point. ]
You're not even going to pretend you're sorry, are you? You jerk. I waited all this time to wear a cute swimsuit and you ruined it.
[ nobody tell her the cute swimsuit was exactly the problem. ]
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[ Except he hadn't meant it in the slightest... and only after he had driven her crazy with overstimulation. How convenient of him.
She lets her run her hand along his face... he'd have words about the comparison to being petted like a cat, but her touch is soothing... despite how upset she clearly is. One could argue that she's sending mixed signals. ]
Oh, I'd say you got good use out of it in the end though... or at the very least, I did.
[ It doesn't help that he's not helping his own case. ]
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Is that supposed to make me feel better?! ... Ugh, don't answer that. The more smug you get about it, the madder you're making me. You're lucky I've only got one Command Seal left or I'd use one to make you sleep out here on the beach until I felt like forgiving you.
[ She lets up on pulling on his face and her hands drop down to her lap. That's already a little more exertion than she was quite ready for. ]
Will you at least go and check if there's a place I can wash up before we go? I'm not putting on your hoodie while I'm... ugh. Like this.
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How cruel… my Master is so mean…
[ His pout is so fake… ]
Yes, yes, I’m on it…
[ He slowly starts to fade, dematerializing into his spirit form so he can exit unseen, but… ]
For what it’s worth, I think this is my best work yet…
[ So his fading, echoing voice says as he temporarily escapes any physical repercussions for reading her again. ]
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It's the last chance you're gong to get to do it!
[ That's a lie. Both of them know it's a lie. But she hisses it anyway just to try and piece together a little of her dignity in the aftermath of... all this. And then she just goes right back to sulking.
Honestly, she'd probably be less mad if she hadn't enjoyed it as much as she had. ]
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He’s gone for long enough to presumably let her get all the sulking out of her system… or maybe not, since she’s still covered in the aftermath of his merciless treatment to remind her of everything they did.
Everything she said, too. Begged, more like.
But of course, he does return, a dark mist forming in the middle of the cabin as he rematerializes in front of her. ]
Well, there are certainly plenty of outdoor showers available. The beach is hardly deserted, though.
[ Makes sense. The showers are outdoors since they’re mostly just used to rinse off saltwater or sand… or maybe he’s hiding the location of a more enclosed area just to mess with her, it’s hard to tell. ]
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Huh?! But it's-
[ She whips around to look over her shoulder at the little window on the back wall. Even with the blind pulled down, she can still tell it's dark out. ]
Why are there so many people on the beach after dark?
[ She's actually starting to sound a little panicked. ]
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[ Ooh, which one is the lie... unfortunately, there's only one way to find out. ]
Well, you could always test your luck. Hope nobody sees you? It wouldn't be the most embarrassing thing you've done tonight.
[ He is such an asshole... ]
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I'm not testing my luck on something like that! Not when I'm-
[ Her frustrated expression gives way to something a little more... tender, we'll call it, a rosy blush high in her cheeks. ]
... It's not just embarrassing. I mean, it definitely is, but...
[ She peeks up at him. Those puppy dog eyes were bad enough when she was making a show of it, but now they're entirely sincere and without guile, it's a hundred times worse. ]
Maybe you like showing off but... when I'm like this, I don't want it to be for anybody but you.
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[ He already knew that much, but hearing it said out loud... and with that look on her face...
His expression freezes in one of surprise... both at hearing her say it out loud and the fact that, inexplicably, his heart just skipped a fucking beat.
And for the first time tonight, he looks away sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his head with flushed cheeks. ]
...then, hurry up and put that on, I'll carry you home. I don't care if it gets dirty.
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