[ Miles could not give less of a damn about ladylike noises now. Rather he wants to draw out more of those sounds, as many as he possibly can. He moves with her; he's all about matching himself to her rather than the opposite. Her curves, her muscles alike, the map of her body - it's all beautiful and warm and pressing against him. He continues to mouth at the swell of her breath. His fingers dig deeply into the curve of her spine, gripping as hard as he dares. Likely nothing to her, this incredibly strong woman on top of him.
His own breath comes in faint gasps, noises threaded between breaths like colored strands. He wants so much. It's the what that's still confusing. A solution to his identity crisis? Just a good moment between the two of them? A future? No, they'd already agreed that neither of them have any. Even if he follows her to her world, he is signing up for something very different from what he'd dreamed of as child. Had continued to want very desperately as an adult: a family, a legacy.
(But he's shattered both possibilities anyway. The future is too changed to allow Miles Naismith Vorkosigan back into it.)
He shivers against her, continuing to stroke upwards into her blazing heat. A little more, a little more... ]
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His own breath comes in faint gasps, noises threaded between breaths like colored strands. He wants so much. It's the what that's still confusing. A solution to his identity crisis? Just a good moment between the two of them? A future? No, they'd already agreed that neither of them have any. Even if he follows her to her world, he is signing up for something very different from what he'd dreamed of as child. Had continued to want very desperately as an adult: a family, a legacy.
(But he's shattered both possibilities anyway. The future is too changed to allow Miles Naismith Vorkosigan back into it.)
He shivers against her, continuing to stroke upwards into her blazing heat. A little more, a little more... ]