( sense says that she probably should stop; it's not like they won't have the chance to do this again, but that doesn't mean she listens to it. she hums at the press of his erection against her, another thing that definitely doesn't help her listen to sense when she can feel him. and wants him )
It just means that you're on top.
( she skims her nails over his scalp as she leans in to kiss him again )
[ It's not as if Erik is about to argue with her on that, a small smile when she speaks, and his head tilting to the side so his mouth fits over hers. He moves them both so she's lying fully on her back, first making sure she's comfortable and no longer in pain before he settles over her, though still keeping his weight propped up by his elbows on the mattress. It's good, he thinks, that he needs to be careful for her sake; it gives them both a chance to do this more slowly, a gentle pace that he's sure won't be any less overwhelming for its lack in intensity.
Weight shifting onto one elbow, his other hand slides down her side, curling over her thigh and tugging her closer, his hips sinking down in a slow press against her, humming low at the taste of friction, the relief it offers him. ]
( he's careful with how he moves her that it isn't him moving her that hurts but rowena stretching to settle on the bed that she feels pain, though it doesn't stop her reaching still for him, reassuring whispers that she is okay and, with the pain easing as she stills, a whisper that he won't hurt her.
her hand runs over his arm, parting her legs so he can settle between them, sucking in a breath when he drops his hips to hers, the press of his erection nestled between them. she's careful in the roll of her hips, the smallest of movements, humming at the feeling.
her hand shifts to rest against his cheek, guiding his head to look into his eyes, searching for something in them, smiling a moment later once she's found it, brushing her thumb over his chin as she gently rolls her hips again )
[ While he won't pause again unless her reaction is stronger, he's still attentive to any cues that she's in pain, and if need be easing on a particular touch, trying to help her find a more comfortable position. He hopes she'll tell him regardless if it gets to be too much, but he is only a man and for all the restraint he can have, it's increasingly more difficult to hold himself back here with the way she responds to him.
His gaze meets hers, prompted by her touch, a faint smile that fades briefly when she grinds back against him. With a soft groan, he presses down against her, a spark of pleasure rolling up his spine when he feels her so warm and close against him.
With a brief pause and some (less smooth) wiggling, he tugs his shirt up and over his head, and making use of his abilities, undoes the chain around his neck, resting the pendant on the bedside table. Then he sinks his hand back down to her leg, palm sliding underneath her nightgown. ]
( her eyes close when he presses against her, her head pressing firmer against the pillow, a pleased sound from her, feeling warmth spreading through her.
her cheeks are flushed, and whilst rowena knows slow and gentle is what she needs, she knows it'll be harder to stick to, her want for him increasing with every press of him, and how her body responds.
her eyes open again as she feels him shift, giving him an appreciative look over. when his hand slips under her nightgown she sucks in a breath, and her underwear feels damning against her, a barrier against his fingers, damp as it's quickly becoming )
[ While he doesn't fumble and stutter completely, there's still a certain pause to his touches, moments where he needs to adjust, or slow down before he gets carried away. It's not a lack of skill so much as just having been so long since he's been with someone, and on top of that, how fond he is of Rowena.
So once or twice he pulls back on a certain touch, adjusts slightly, gives Rowena and himself both a moment to take things slow, not get carried away in the heat of it all. His hand first slides up her torso, tugging her gown up her body, intent on getting it out of the way. He leans back just enough to admire her as well, leaning down for a brief kiss as his palm marks a pathway down her front, over the swell of her breast and the dip of her stomach, thumb tracing along the line of her underwear. ]
( getting her nightgown off is probably a clumsier task than getting it on was, and though she lifts with him as she can to help the restriction in her movements is frustrating. but he doesn't judge anything, and as his hand descends on her, the look he gives her fills her with warmth again and makes her forget any frustration.
at least until he teases over her underwear, causing her to grumble slightly )
Please get them off me.
( she'd let him tease her with his hand after that but that last piece of clothing was frustrating at this point. even if she wasn't complaining about his pyjama pants )
[ He doesn't know if it's the words, the way she says them, or that little grumble she breathes out impatiently, but it gets Erik to laugh quietly, his head tipping slightly so he can press his lips to her cheek and jaw, humming as he nuzzles against her ear. ]
Wasn't aware you were in a rush.
[ But he does as told quickly enough, hooking his thumb over the fabric, then pushing it down her to her knees, his hips lifting up and his weight propped onto his knees so she can help wiggling and kicking those panties down the rest of the way. His palm plants against the inside of her leg then, dragging up her inner thigh, squeezing the flesh gently as if it's a reward for when she spreads her legs for him again. ]
( she breathes out a sigh of relief as he tugs her panties down, and whilst she's trying to limit her magic as she recovers it's definitely magic she uses to nudge them the rest of the way off.
but it lets her focus again on him, solely on him, her breath catching as his hand skims up her thigh, legs parting for him. it surprises her how much she's enjoying just being touched by him, and maybe it's because she's been in affectionateless situations that she isn't used to it. feeling doted on just by how his hand moves over her, the look that he gives her, rowena holds it in her mind as she closes her eyes, her heart softening )
I'm not in a rush-- ( though she certainly sounds it. truthfully, she'd let him keep touching her like this for a while longer, enjoying it immensely ) I just wanted to check you remember where to put everything.
( not that she's worried, given how heavily teasing her tone is )
[ He can't fault her for the use of magic, he feels equally impatient and it's a relief to just get layer of fabric out of the way that much more easily. But it's her teasing words that keep holding his attention, still a wide grin on his face, though the sound he lets out is closer to a purr than a laugh this time. ]
Oh, I remember exactly where everything goes.
[ Words murmured against her jaw, teeth gently nipping on skin just as his hand settles between her legs, two of his fingers curling and parting her folds, stroking her already wet flesh. ]
[ The reaction is everything he could have wanted, and the sound she lets out is like music to his ears. It prompts him to move his hand more purposefully, fingers rubbing against her, the hell of his thumb pressing against her clit as he pushes two digits inside her.
His head lifts again at her coaxing, tilting so he can slot his lips over hers. The kiss is deep, heated, a moan spilled into her mouth as his hand works her at a pace, steady but intent, patience running thinner with how lovely she feels. ]
( everything's lit up as he touches her as if erik knows everything about her, as if they've been lovers for a long time and they're enjoying each other yet again. his fingers slide into her, thumb pressed over her clit, and her breath catches, hands gripping gebtly at him. she's had good sex, she's had great sex, but none of it was recently and he was very quickly reminding her what that felt like.
as his pace picks up she moans into his mouth, glad he'd chosen quicker, hips lifting in gentle motions to try and meet him, though it ends up becoming just his fingers working her, the little lifts of her hips too much to sustain.
not that it matters when he's rubbing at her in the right places, finding where brings out those higher sounds from her, what gets his name drawn out. and when she comes it's with his name on her lips, head pressed firm into the pillow, and her expression settles into one of pure bliss )
[ He said he might be a little out of practice, not that he'd forgotten all of it entirely. Even if he struggled, one thing he does know, and that is, anything that gets a good reaction is something he should be doing again.
So he focuses on that, taking the brief lifting of her hips as encouragement, finding a pace and angle that gets the most sounds from her, that makes her breath hitch and increase in intensity. His own breath comes a little warm and short, but right now he's just ignoring his own arousal, intent on taking her there first.
When she comes, his fingers push in deeper, hand grinding against her more presently as she rides out that wave of pleasure. He lets out a soft moan of his own, body heating up and breath hitching himself at simply feeling the way she falls apart in his arms. When she starts to come down, he presses his lips over hers, smiling when he pulls away. ]
( the kiss is a nice guide back to him, a direction through her bliss and she looks up at him with a smile when he pulls away, a gentle laugh from her )
I think you oversold it.
( and maybe keeping the bar lower makes it all better, making it that much more enjoyable when it is fantastic, with no expectation to hold it to.
she reaches for his other hand, drawing it to her to kiss the back of it, a rare softer gesture )
I'm glad we didn't pause.
( and the warmth and pleasure of her orgasm is helping to soothe any pain she found from the rocks of her hips )
[ He hums with some amusement, smiling as she kisses his hand, brushing her cheek with the back of his fingers. His other hand slides from between her legs, sinking to the mattress next to her hip. ]
As am I.
[ Not that they couldn't have waited for another time, once she was fully recovered, but she seems to be doing perfectly fine now and he's not going to regret this now when, if anything, that orgasm seems to have almost helped with her discomfort. ]
( the softness of his touch against her cheek makes something flutter in chest that she's unused to, and strange as it is it's a nice feeling, something she doesn't question. if he's drawing it from her she wants to feel it.
and maybe, cheekily, its why he'll feel his pants shift, her fingers slipping beneath his waistband, brushing just lightly over his hip, slowly around to his front, though not yet reaching to his cock, as much as she feels it between them )
[ She's not going to hear any complaints on his end, his hips moving to gladly help her along with ridding him of his trousers. He's perfectly fine with taking things slow, even if she didn't want to do anything more right now he could live with it, but he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't love some relief right about now.
It's a start once the fabric is out of the way, and he lets out a soft sigh, his cock brushing against her leg even without him getting too close. With how hard (and big) he is, it's kind of inevitable. ]
Mm, that's better.
[ He slides a hand down her side, not really with a goal in mind, he just likes to touch her and wants to keep doing that. ]
( and there shouldn't be any doubt in his mind about what exactly she means. even if they didn't fuck immediately she'd like his cock in her. relief for him, a good sensation for her... and more touching.
though rowena's hand drifts up his stomach he'll feel a light sensation spread down his body, a gentle wisp of her magic that's more like a shiver through him, stretching from where her fingers draw down to his cock )
[ Oh, he knows exactly what she means, and it's equally on his mind, he won't lie. He can't say he was quite expecting magic to be added to the mix, but when he feels that warm tingle down from her fingers to his erection, he lets out a low, shuddered moan, a shiver rolling down his spine.
He bends his head again to kiss down her neck and shoulder, and his hand curls on her thigh, squeezing the flesh while his hips sink down, just enough to lightly brush against her hip, still determined to take his time until she can handle more again. ]
( the magic fades when he kisses her, rowena trying not to draw too much, still weakened from the previous day. and he's easily distracting her as she moans into his mouth as his hips press against hers.
she draws her other hand to rest on his, kissing him again with more hunger, but the contact is only brief before her fingers reach between them, sliding around his erection as her thumb rubs a light circle against him )
[ It's more than enough to draw a sharp gasp from him, his whole body trembling and going tense, kiss broken for that brief moment. He kisses her again, more hungrily, and his hips promptly push towards her touch, while his hand squeezes her leg, then slowly moves over it, fingertips stroking along her inner thigh again. ]
( his hips jut towards her and her hand drifts lower along his length, her hips lifting to meet him as she breaks the kiss )
I'm okay.
( it's a gentle reminder, that she's okay to keep going, that she's okay with this, a comment on her injury and that she's ready. she tilts her head to look at his eyes again, guiding him to her )
[ The last thing he wants is to cause her discomfort, but he doubts she would let him continue if she wasn't enjoying herself. He trusts her to tell him to stop if it gets to be too much, and so when she tells him she's alright, he simply nods, holding her gaze as his hips shift closer to her.
That contact breaks when he sinks into her, feeling that heat that swallows the length of him. He groans and his eyes close, the immediate surge of pleasure making his spine arch and his eyes roll just a little, head dipping to bury into her neck as he focuses on pushing in deeper, pausing once he feels he's gone as far as he can without causing pain. ]
( though she'd felt him pressed against her it's something else as he slides into her, feeling each inch of him with the slow roll of his hips. her eyes close, a higher sound as he nestles deep in her, and it has rowena reaching for one of his hands.
she guides it to her thigh, sliding it up as high as she can comfortably manage, and as rowena opens her eyes again she presses their hands to her, a silent ask for him to hold her there, to keep her leg in place. it doesn't hurt her, she just doesn't know if she can manage it alone )
I don't know if I'll get used to this. ( it's whispered, and her smile pokes it as a light joke rather than some raw honesty. even if there's some truth to it ) Though if it means sleeping with you is like this every time that's okay.
( and that's before he starts. but he feels good, she feels good, and the care he's already shown her has been huge. she wants this, him, and is glad it's him. she didn't know she wanted it until it was there, but maybe a relationship will be what she needs )
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( sense says that she probably should stop; it's not like they won't have the chance to do this again, but that doesn't mean she listens to it. she hums at the press of his erection against her, another thing that definitely doesn't help her listen to sense when she can feel him. and wants him )
It just means that you're on top.
( she skims her nails over his scalp as she leans in to kiss him again )
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Weight shifting onto one elbow, his other hand slides down her side, curling over her thigh and tugging her closer, his hips sinking down in a slow press against her, humming low at the taste of friction, the relief it offers him. ]
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her hand runs over his arm, parting her legs so he can settle between them, sucking in a breath when he drops his hips to hers, the press of his erection nestled between them. she's careful in the roll of her hips, the smallest of movements, humming at the feeling.
her hand shifts to rest against his cheek, guiding his head to look into his eyes, searching for something in them, smiling a moment later once she's found it, brushing her thumb over his chin as she gently rolls her hips again )
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His gaze meets hers, prompted by her touch, a faint smile that fades briefly when she grinds back against him. With a soft groan, he presses down against her, a spark of pleasure rolling up his spine when he feels her so warm and close against him.
With a brief pause and some (less smooth) wiggling, he tugs his shirt up and over his head, and making use of his abilities, undoes the chain around his neck, resting the pendant on the bedside table. Then he sinks his hand back down to her leg, palm sliding underneath her nightgown. ]
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her cheeks are flushed, and whilst rowena knows slow and gentle is what she needs, she knows it'll be harder to stick to, her want for him increasing with every press of him, and how her body responds.
her eyes open again as she feels him shift, giving him an appreciative look over. when his hand slips under her nightgown she sucks in a breath, and her underwear feels damning against her, a barrier against his fingers, damp as it's quickly becoming )
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So once or twice he pulls back on a certain touch, adjusts slightly, gives Rowena and himself both a moment to take things slow, not get carried away in the heat of it all. His hand first slides up her torso, tugging her gown up her body, intent on getting it out of the way. He leans back just enough to admire her as well, leaning down for a brief kiss as his palm marks a pathway down her front, over the swell of her breast and the dip of her stomach, thumb tracing along the line of her underwear. ]
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at least until he teases over her underwear, causing her to grumble slightly )
Please get them off me.
( she'd let him tease her with his hand after that but that last piece of clothing was frustrating at this point. even if she wasn't complaining about his pyjama pants )
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Wasn't aware you were in a rush.
[ But he does as told quickly enough, hooking his thumb over the fabric, then pushing it down her to her knees, his hips lifting up and his weight propped onto his knees so she can help wiggling and kicking those panties down the rest of the way. His palm plants against the inside of her leg then, dragging up her inner thigh, squeezing the flesh gently as if it's a reward for when she spreads her legs for him again. ]
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but it lets her focus again on him, solely on him, her breath catching as his hand skims up her thigh, legs parting for him. it surprises her how much she's enjoying just being touched by him, and maybe it's because she's been in affectionateless situations that she isn't used to it. feeling doted on just by how his hand moves over her, the look that he gives her, rowena holds it in her mind as she closes her eyes, her heart softening )
I'm not in a rush-- ( though she certainly sounds it. truthfully, she'd let him keep touching her like this for a while longer, enjoying it immensely ) I just wanted to check you remember where to put everything.
( not that she's worried, given how heavily teasing her tone is )
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Oh, I remember exactly where everything goes.
[ Words murmured against her jaw, teeth gently nipping on skin just as his hand settles between her legs, two of his fingers curling and parting her folds, stroking her already wet flesh. ]
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Erik.
( it's a very needy sound to his name, the tone he'd used affecting her, and she hums at the feeling of his fingers stroking along her.
her eyes reopen, darker with need, and she nudges his head so that she can kiss him again )
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His head lifts again at her coaxing, tilting so he can slot his lips over hers. The kiss is deep, heated, a moan spilled into her mouth as his hand works her at a pace, steady but intent, patience running thinner with how lovely she feels. ]
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as his pace picks up she moans into his mouth, glad he'd chosen quicker, hips lifting in gentle motions to try and meet him, though it ends up becoming just his fingers working her, the little lifts of her hips too much to sustain.
not that it matters when he's rubbing at her in the right places, finding where brings out those higher sounds from her, what gets his name drawn out. and when she comes it's with his name on her lips, head pressed firm into the pillow, and her expression settles into one of pure bliss )
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So he focuses on that, taking the brief lifting of her hips as encouragement, finding a pace and angle that gets the most sounds from her, that makes her breath hitch and increase in intensity. His own breath comes a little warm and short, but right now he's just ignoring his own arousal, intent on taking her there first.
When she comes, his fingers push in deeper, hand grinding against her more presently as she rides out that wave of pleasure. He lets out a soft moan of his own, body heating up and breath hitching himself at simply feeling the way she falls apart in his arms. When she starts to come down, he presses his lips over hers, smiling when he pulls away. ]
Not too rusty, hm?
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I think you oversold it.
( and maybe keeping the bar lower makes it all better, making it that much more enjoyable when it is fantastic, with no expectation to hold it to.
she reaches for his other hand, drawing it to her to kiss the back of it, a rare softer gesture )
I'm glad we didn't pause.
( and the warmth and pleasure of her orgasm is helping to soothe any pain she found from the rocks of her hips )
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As am I.
[ Not that they couldn't have waited for another time, once she was fully recovered, but she seems to be doing perfectly fine now and he's not going to regret this now when, if anything, that orgasm seems to have almost helped with her discomfort. ]
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and maybe, cheekily, its why he'll feel his pants shift, her fingers slipping beneath his waistband, brushing just lightly over his hip, slowly around to his front, though not yet reaching to his cock, as much as she feels it between them )
Let's get rid of these.
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It's a start once the fabric is out of the way, and he lets out a soft sigh, his cock brushing against her leg even without him getting too close. With how hard (and big) he is, it's kind of inevitable. ]
Mm, that's better.
[ He slides a hand down her side, not really with a goal in mind, he just likes to touch her and wants to keep doing that. ]
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( and there shouldn't be any doubt in his mind about what exactly she means. even if they didn't fuck immediately she'd like his cock in her. relief for him, a good sensation for her... and more touching.
though rowena's hand drifts up his stomach he'll feel a light sensation spread down his body, a gentle wisp of her magic that's more like a shiver through him, stretching from where her fingers draw down to his cock )
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He bends his head again to kiss down her neck and shoulder, and his hand curls on her thigh, squeezing the flesh while his hips sink down, just enough to lightly brush against her hip, still determined to take his time until she can handle more again. ]
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she draws her other hand to rest on his, kissing him again with more hunger, but the contact is only brief before her fingers reach between them, sliding around his erection as her thumb rubs a light circle against him )
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I'm okay.
( it's a gentle reminder, that she's okay to keep going, that she's okay with this, a comment on her injury and that she's ready. she tilts her head to look at his eyes again, guiding him to her )
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That contact breaks when he sinks into her, feeling that heat that swallows the length of him. He groans and his eyes close, the immediate surge of pleasure making his spine arch and his eyes roll just a little, head dipping to bury into her neck as he focuses on pushing in deeper, pausing once he feels he's gone as far as he can without causing pain. ]
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she guides it to her thigh, sliding it up as high as she can comfortably manage, and as rowena opens her eyes again she presses their hands to her, a silent ask for him to hold her there, to keep her leg in place. it doesn't hurt her, she just doesn't know if she can manage it alone )
I don't know if I'll get used to this. ( it's whispered, and her smile pokes it as a light joke rather than some raw honesty. even if there's some truth to it ) Though if it means sleeping with you is like this every time that's okay.
( and that's before he starts. but he feels good, she feels good, and the care he's already shown her has been huge. she wants this, him, and is glad it's him. she didn't know she wanted it until it was there, but maybe a relationship will be what she needs )
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