[ It's too much, he's always too much and she should learn to guard herself better, hide these things deeper, somewhere him and his words and his thoughts and his eyes cannot look in on her like that. Pried up out of the earth, out of her with the soft curl of his mouth around a word, around her skin. Doesn't leave her with anywhere else to go and isn't that just like him?
Hears it again and every part of her curls. Finds him in hands and lips and clawing digging motions to hold to him. The rock of her hips hard, not so much in taking contro of him, but losing it of herself. Trying to take as much as she can as her eyes shut tightly because it might be too much, to look at him pouring over her like she's something he wants so much, to be solid and not ash. Sinks her hips down harder against his fingers, the friction maddening in her skin. Should be careful with him, should be quiet, does neither. Carves that word into his back as her nails draw down his back, across his hips, moans low and heavy. Her leg tense where it's hooked against him, all sharp muscles, pulling in and close as she comes in a thready gasp that doesn't let her breath in or out. The same word back to him, amidst the others, aashiq, aashiq, aashiq. All falling apart and coming together at once around him as she sinks down to have him, as much of him as she can, inside of her. ]
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Hears it again and every part of her curls. Finds him in hands and lips and clawing digging motions to hold to him. The rock of her hips hard, not so much in taking contro of him, but losing it of herself. Trying to take as much as she can as her eyes shut tightly because it might be too much, to look at him pouring over her like she's something he wants so much, to be solid and not ash. Sinks her hips down harder against his fingers, the friction maddening in her skin. Should be careful with him, should be quiet, does neither. Carves that word into his back as her nails draw down his back, across his hips, moans low and heavy. Her leg tense where it's hooked against him, all sharp muscles, pulling in and close as she comes in a thready gasp that doesn't let her breath in or out. The same word back to him, amidst the others, aashiq, aashiq, aashiq. All falling apart and coming together at once around him as she sinks down to have him, as much of him as she can, inside of her. ]