[ By contrast, she forgets it all but this. How he rocks into her, the press of him that fills her, the warmth of his mouth. It's been far too long since someone touched her, wanted her, not for nobility or title, or like they accused her often enough, from some artful seduction. Just that he wanted her and she wanted him. Just that she thinks on nothing else for as long as this is. ( did not Mastani tell Baji Rao she had stopped dawn just by waiting for him to look upon her? did she not ask the same now? later, later was not just forgotten she forced it back, for just a little while. )
A strained breath, her head back and her spine arches, it goes, it goes, it goes. Her fingers rake through her hair, pulling it back from her face as the braid comes loose and tangled down her back. Content in this unravelled state as she finally tilts back down to look at him.
Him, and nothing else.
Her fingers slipping up his back to hold fast to his shoulders. He is strong enough, she knows, she never doubted it. An encouraged sigh as he grips hard to her waist. No, no, nothing else. No future, barely a past now. Just this. Just this. Just this. Look at her, and nothing else. This is all.
She leans now, hair falling back over her shoulder where she has pushed it away, hiding them both away as it falls, the gold slipping in disarray. The cry against his mouth is loud as the angle shifts as they move. Needful, more of it, she will have everything he gives to her and not a bit less, feels herself curl tightly around him as she sinks down onto him again and the movements become quicker, smooth for it. An expectation that cracks like full summer air, all ready to storm. ]
[ She's so incredibly beautiful. The fall of her hair, the curve of her breasts, the lines of her scars, the power in her muscles. There is nothing better than this moment. He wants to crystallize it in his mind. God knows what this means for them. Is this a one-off or the beginning of something else? He can't be anxious about that now. Not with her warm and wet around him, drawing him into her more deeply.
He cries out softly. Murmuring her name, pleading for more. More, more. He's nearly at the brink of release now; he can hardly bear any more of this. ]
[ There, and she knows she has him, feels it in the frantic way he moves. How near he is, and her own want is second to it. Focused as she is on him, her hand moves, catches him under the jaw where she's got him caught against her and presses him back again. Leaning into him, kisses that are broken up into rough pants of breath as she moves and as gives him the easy bribe of her body pressed in close to his. Her breasts pressing into his chest as she takes short ragged breaths against his mouth. Heavy and full with this, his name is the taste of him in her mouth, he is the way she feels all of her shudder as she sinks down onto him over and over again.
Doesn't give him respite, as she moves without pause, short sharp circles that are deep and catch her so sweetly her eyes shut and it becomes less about giving him this as them both coming undone. Her fingers slipping into his hair as she can't think, can't form the words, can't do anything else but keep moving until one of them breaks first. ]
I need - [ more, her voice is rasping with that need, him to touch her, anywhere, everywhere, as much as he can. Brand her skin with something that isn't a battlefield as surely as she kisses something that isn't pulling him and taking from him, but tipping as much of herself into the cracks of those scars. ] - I need, Miles, I -
[ It's a sharply inhaled breath against his throat as she quickly presses the loud sharp cry, guttural and more honest than attractive. Just the one that would surely give them away before she pulls up. Her forehead leaning into his and her eyes tightly shut. She rocks too hard, too quick, too needfully down onto him. Give, give, give. Take, take, take as she comes, still moving too fast, too fast, too fast. That need driving every pulse and electric sharp current through her, around him, leant into him, curling around him. ]
[ It doesn't take much longer for him to follow her. The speed of her above him, the aftershocks of her own climax clenching around him. It's good that she's found her own release because he could not have held out any more than what he has already. He lets out a soft moan at that, shuddering all over as he comes inside of her. Feet bracing against their bedroll as he rolls his hips up into her one more time.
Then slowly, blissfully, he lets himself go slack. He tugs her down with her hands to lie with him for a moment, if she permits it. Still inside her, still staying as close as he can. But smiling through the sheen of sweat that glistens against his skin. ]
Incredible. [ He murmurs the word, lifting a hand up to her own sweat-tangled hair. ] My god, Lakshmi. You're incredible.
[ She laughs as she sinks down over him. Laying against him idly a moment to kiss him slow, smiling content through it. The hum dulled to something pleasant in her limbs that makes each movement languid, stretched out. Full in all her limbs and comfortable in herself. In him, not in a hurry to pull free of him even if - she's a slick mess between her thighs, but at least she's well past having to worry about children.
She settles more comfortably to them both. Angling to lay on her side next to him, turning him to face her. A coax where she keeps her leg draped over his hip, keeping them tucked together. Croaking warm laughter at his praise. ] As were you. [ The heat still flush on her skin, her cheeks. ] Here I was worried it had been so long...
[ well, out of practise is a term for it, she supposed. ]
[ He gladly turns to face her, resting his brow against her breasts. Luxuriating in the moment. Nothing quite like the afterglow of sex with a woman he's been fiercely attracted to ever since he first saw her. ]
Not too long at all. [ He says with a warm laugh. ] Or I'm equally out of practice, either way. When's the last time you had a chance to do this?
[ Her fingers brush against his hair. Not so strong a hold now, softly drawing it back over his ear as her skin cools. At least it was not so freezing that she can - just enjoy it. Stretch out against him with no want or need to do otherwise. Whatever was waiting for them could just - wait.
His question gets a huff of laughter, well that was embarrassing wasn't it? ]
[ That answer comes nothing but easy. She rolls herself against him in a way that's pointed, still slick that the slide of him is nothing but easy, the breathless little sigh where she's still just that bit too sensitive. Pressing herself to him flush as her hand strokes up his side purposeful. ]
[ His mouth goes a bit dry at that. And he allows himself a long, pleased look down at their intertwined bodies. He rests his hand over hers as she strokes up his side. ]
[ She shifts to let him, let him look as much as he likes. He alone has that right now, she hides nothing from him as she stretches out in full, her head tilting a little as he settles his hand. Catching his fingers in her own, resting them on his hip. ]
There is nothing lacking about you to me, nor has there ever been.
[ Her Miles. Her eyes soften briefly. What a cruel life given to him, to doubt so much. A want to kiss him but nor does she untangle her fingers from his. Opts instead to press her nose to his hair, gesture him up so she can. Soft, light, comforting.
Promised, simple as that. ]
I would make love to you as many times you've ever been told that to erase that thought.
[ Oh. He can't help but get a bit choked up at that simple promise so easily made. He tilts his head up to kiss her in return, lightly. It gives him a moment to swallow down his emotions. ]
[ Curling herself around him comes as nothing but easy. Kissing him comes as easy to. Something she thinks she could do a hundred times, take breath, and kiss him a hundred times more. ]
[ She continues to press nuzzling kisses to his hair, his forehead, and eventually yes, they will need to move. ]
I haven't had a decent one in years.
[ But to that end she pulls up a little, reaching around on the bedroll and eventually, someone will bother them. Best to be at least a little covered for that unexpected event. She reaches for the blanket under them to tug it over them loosely. Especially now that she'd cooled down some. ]
[ She drapes them in the blankets, detangling them only briefly as she pushes herself up onto an elbow, tugging at her braid that had become a mess and undoing it in tugs until it unravels completely over her shoulder. ]
[ It's thick and dark against his fingers, not as long as it used to be and grey in it now. But if he liked it then - well, she couldn't mind it so much. ]
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A strained breath, her head back and her spine arches, it goes, it goes, it goes. Her fingers rake through her hair, pulling it back from her face as the braid comes loose and tangled down her back. Content in this unravelled state as she finally tilts back down to look at him.
Him, and nothing else.
Her fingers slipping up his back to hold fast to his shoulders. He is strong enough, she knows, she never doubted it. An encouraged sigh as he grips hard to her waist. No, no, nothing else. No future, barely a past now. Just this. Just this. Just this. Look at her, and nothing else. This is all.
She leans now, hair falling back over her shoulder where she has pushed it away, hiding them both away as it falls, the gold slipping in disarray. The cry against his mouth is loud as the angle shifts as they move. Needful, more of it, she will have everything he gives to her and not a bit less, feels herself curl tightly around him as she sinks down onto him again and the movements become quicker, smooth for it. An expectation that cracks like full summer air, all ready to storm. ]
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He cries out softly. Murmuring her name, pleading for more. More, more. He's nearly at the brink of release now; he can hardly bear any more of this. ]
Lakshmi ... God, Lakshmi.
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Doesn't give him respite, as she moves without pause, short sharp circles that are deep and catch her so sweetly her eyes shut and it becomes less about giving him this as them both coming undone. Her fingers slipping into his hair as she can't think, can't form the words, can't do anything else but keep moving until one of them breaks first. ]
I need - [ more, her voice is rasping with that need, him to touch her, anywhere, everywhere, as much as he can. Brand her skin with something that isn't a battlefield as surely as she kisses something that isn't pulling him and taking from him, but tipping as much of herself into the cracks of those scars. ] - I need, Miles, I -
[ It's a sharply inhaled breath against his throat as she quickly presses the loud sharp cry, guttural and more honest than attractive. Just the one that would surely give them away before she pulls up. Her forehead leaning into his and her eyes tightly shut. She rocks too hard, too quick, too needfully down onto him. Give, give, give. Take, take, take as she comes, still moving too fast, too fast, too fast. That need driving every pulse and electric sharp current through her, around him, leant into him, curling around him. ]
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Then slowly, blissfully, he lets himself go slack. He tugs her down with her hands to lie with him for a moment, if she permits it. Still inside her, still staying as close as he can. But smiling through the sheen of sweat that glistens against his skin. ]
Incredible. [ He murmurs the word, lifting a hand up to her own sweat-tangled hair. ] My god, Lakshmi. You're incredible.
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She settles more comfortably to them both. Angling to lay on her side next to him, turning him to face her. A coax where she keeps her leg draped over his hip, keeping them tucked together. Croaking warm laughter at his praise. ] As were you. [ The heat still flush on her skin, her cheeks. ] Here I was worried it had been so long...
[ well, out of practise is a term for it, she supposed. ]
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Not too long at all. [ He says with a warm laugh. ] Or I'm equally out of practice, either way. When's the last time you had a chance to do this?
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His question gets a huff of laughter, well that was embarrassing wasn't it? ]
Some fifteen years by my last count.
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... I am very sorry, then. Fifteen months would be a dry spell for me. [ A beat. ] I - must seem very young.
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Most do, after awhile. [ Sad there, but isn't she always a little? That too, a price of age. Regret. A life not spent idle. ]
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Mm. I suppose that's true too. [ He presses a light kiss to the hollow between her breasts. ] As long as you don't mind my youthful foolishness.
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I think it is quite obvious I rather enjoy it.
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[ He says it with a smile, but - well, he has to ask once. For the sake of his own shitty self-worth. ]
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Do I seem an unsatisfied woman to you?
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No. I daresay not.
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There is nothing lacking about you to me, nor has there ever been.
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Thank you. I'd not sensed any of that from you, just ...
[ He makes a helpless gesture. ]
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Promised, simple as that. ]
I would make love to you as many times you've ever been told that to erase that thought.
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You're promising quite a lot, my lady.
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Perhaps, then, we shall never leave bed.
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Extremely tempting. Too bad we don't actually have a bed, so to speak.
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I haven't had a decent one in years.
[ But to that end she pulls up a little, reaching around on the bedroll and eventually, someone will bother them. Best to be at least a little covered for that unexpected event. She reaches for the blanket under them to tug it over them loosely. Especially now that she'd cooled down some. ]
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[ He is grateful for the blanket, though. Even with Lakshmi there to keep him warm, he is a slender little guy. And he hates the cold. ]
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[ She drapes them in the blankets, detangling them only briefly as she pushes herself up onto an elbow, tugging at her braid that had become a mess and undoing it in tugs until it unravels completely over her shoulder. ]
We will have to rise at some point, I suppose.
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Ah, well ... That part can wait.
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