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[The next few weeks were... Well "less than stellar" would be a severe understatement. It was no surprise when pretty much everyone in their circle learned about the giant mess of a fallout that occurred between the two. Understandably, Leia had the sympathy and Alvin the flack. Even Jude confronted him and punched him when he couldn't explain himself. What confused everyone was that it was clear the two did have mutual feelings, but the one who was supposed to be an adult wasn't acting them. Rowen tried to reason with him, to give him that elderly mature advice and remind him that this was not the path he had chosen and was one they all thought he had left.

Time and time again, Balan, Rowen, Jude, and even Yurgen asked him the important question: Why not? And all Alvin could say was that it just can't. Eventually they stopped asking since it was clear that Alvin had made up his mind. They didn't agree to it, but there wasn't much they could do. Elize again did not want have anything to do with him, both hurt and disappointed by his actions.

Only Elle contacted him again, and with her usual forthright attitude, remark how stupid he was being. Perhaps it was because Elle didn't have as many deep roots with them that she was able to not be as adversely affected by Alvin's action. She had never seen him before, so it just seems weird to her. And it was to Elle he eventually caved and told about he didn't think he would be a good match for Leia—that she deserved more. When he started to say he wanted her to be happy, Elle was quick to point out that what he was doing now wasn't really helping that. It was a fair point, and one he knew himself, but he just remained silent. He was using the logic that it might be painful in the short run, but it would be better in the long.

While Alvin was on his GHS, Elle had wandered into his office and was just being a nosy pre-teen, looking through his desk. It was there that she stumbled across the long forgotten tickets, and when she pulled them out, Alvin had caught her and was about to give her a playful smack on the head as punishment. But when he saw the tickets, he froze. He remembered the circumstances as to how he acquired them...and more about that particular day. When he saw Elle notice a particularly worn and old looking letter, he quickly shut the drawer, telling her to quit being nosy. But when she asked about the tickets, he told her the truth—they were for him and Leia. The deal was if she didn't miss her deadlines, he'd take her up there. Of course...that plan was shot now, so if Elle wanted to, she could go with Leia in his place.

Of course the girl would have none of it. She quickly pulled out her GHS and called Leia, asking where she was. After that, she grabbed Alvin's hand and forcefully dragged him out, even kicking at his shin when he tried to protest (and damn did that hurt). Not long after, they were at Helioborg, and again Alvin hesitated. He knew what the girl was trying to do, and somehow his feet actually allowed his body to be dragged to it. He had avoided Leia as much as possible, keeping only minimal contact and giving her short replies to any texts or calls she gave him. So seeing her there talking with Jude and Balan made his blood run cold.

It was awkward—he could see Jude giving him the cold look and even stepping closer to Leia, as if to help protect her for whatever pain he might dish out next. Balan on the other hand was a bit intrigued (of course he would). And then Elle was shoving and pushing him toward the group. The topic of the hot springs began, and even though he tried to just give the tickets to Leia for her to do what she wanted, she refused to take them. But he was refusing to go with her because it would be a bad idea. In the end, Balan settled it by taking the tickets and actually calling the hot springs.

"You're lucky, Alfred," Balan said after he hung up. "Those almost expired and that would have been a waste. But you're both good to go now! One honeymoon suite for just the two of you. It was the only one left, so you only have yourself to blame," he added when everyone gave him incredulous looks. "Anyway, it's about time we got back to work. Let's go, Jude."

Alvin could feel the intense look his old friend was giving him. Jude would later call him not to yell, but in a tired and somewhat pleading voice told him, "Just don't hurt her anymore, okay, Alvin? I know you're better than that, so...just try talking it over?"

The days leading up to that overnight trip were heavy for him. Several times he thought about just canceling, but the pressure everyone was giving was more than even he could take. And really, he did owe Leia at least something. He had asked for time to think. Hadn't he thought enough? The very least he could do was at least finally tell her what his thoughts were about this. To apologize. But all the endings that came to his mind after that...they didn't exactly leave him feeling all that good.

And now, they are at the hot springs. He tried to keep a normal facade, smiling and being as casual as possible with her. But he still maintained that distance, both physically and emotionally. Of course they were mistaken as an actual couple, particularly when they were rung up and led to their room. Of course that would just...bring a lot of awkwardness to stay, so he suggests they walk around, check the place out. As is the protocol, they had to change into the yukata-like robes provided and seeing Leia...well he tries very hard not to think too much about it, for once not commenting on how she looks.

The resort is rather large. Not as large as the water park, and it has a very old, traditional Kanbalar flair. But because of the season, there are plenty of people, both from Rieze Maxia and Elympios. There are families, singles, couples. It definitely had a relaxing atmosphere.

Now if only he could actually feel that way.

As they walk, he finally glances over to her.]

So...what do you think? I have to admit it's pretty nice.

[Small talk. Small talk is good, right?]

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[ her hand gives his shoulder another soft squeeze, and she nods. she has more or less made up her mind at this point (and if the room is "well stocked", wouldn't it be a waste not to take advantage of that?) but the fact that he's still looking out for her makes her smile again. ]

You know, for as much as you play the jerk sometimes, you really are considerate when it matters. [ and she leans in again for another kiss, pulling away so that her lips barely brush his as she continues: ] I'm pretty sure most guys would've already gone for it at this point.

[ and yet here they are, still partially dressed even though she's all but given him the go-ahead.

her words are probably meant to encourage him, because that consideration— the fact that he's willing to go at her pace— really only fuels the fact that she wants to do this. knowing that he'll stop if she tells him to is also comforting (just in case), but... given how far in they already are and how much she's starting to want this, she probably won't need to do that. ]

[A light, humorous smile.] Probably. [More like definitely. She may have question her looks, but she really shouldn't have. She has quite the attractive figure.] And I think I've waited long enough.

[Well, for tonight, at least. He really could have waited longer, but his words are more part of the tease and play than actual seriousness. And to prevent her from responding, his mouth closes on hers much more firmly than their most recent kiss exchanges, his body shifting to press more against her.

Despite basically giving him the go ahead, he's not going to immediately go for it. There's been a bit of an extended break and it would be better to have that build-up again. So he'll first start with that kiss, his arms and hands slowly but deliberately moving to reacquaint themselves with her body—particularly certain areas—to get her riled up again. But then at some point she may feel his hand reaching lower, actually going past her hip to her inner thigh...and then drift to that space in-between and just give her a light, almost experimental brush with his fingertips.

It's like a test to see if she really is ready for this, because if she feels uncomfortable with him doing even that much, he'll stop.]

[ when he moves in for that kiss, she responds immediately, her arms slipping back around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him a little closer as she returns it.

the talk they had was probably a good thing and the lighter kisses they had exchanged were nice, too, but getting back into the mood definitely isn't a bad thing, either. so while his hands roam, hers will start to do the same— they slide over his shoulders and chest, and her hands might even flirt with the sash of his robe for a brief moment before they slide back up. she wants to undo it (and it would be fair, given how close to being fully undressed she is), but she's still got a mild case of the first time jitters, so she'll stick to feeling up his torso and chest. for the time being, at least, since she does know it will have to come off eventually.

and besides— she's very aware of where his hands are, and where that particular hand is going, so that provides a pretty good distraction.

the pace they're going at this time around seems to be a little more relaxed, but the fact that he barely even touches her is... kind of frustrating, in a way, so her hips actually shift down toward his hand a bit, even if it's more or less an unconscious movement. the mild frustration she's feeling gets channeled into the way she kisses him, too, as her teeth graze his lower lip. it might not be as rough or passionate as some of the other kisses they've exchanged, but the fact that she's doing that and not trying to swat his hand away is probably a good sign that she's still fine with what he's doing. ]

[Very good signs, indeed. He might be being a little overcautious, but that's just testament to how seriously he really is treating this—and her. So feeling her shift toward him and the slight increase of tenacity in the kiss encourages him and helps alleviate those remaining dregs of uncertainties he has. Feeling her hands moving over his chest and torso also help him as well, as it leaves those implications of want and desire from her end. It's just touching, but each brush and stroke carries so much behind them.

By this time, his robes have fallen lower, and if she doesn't undo the sash, he probably will soon enough. Rather than the cold air, he can feel the heat left behind from each fingertip, and he kind of craves that she move lower, but even now he knows better than to expect that much. First time and all that.

So he responds in kind, both the kiss and his touch becoming more aggressive. Once more the kiss becomes a bit more open mouthed, his own teeth grazing and biting playfully before his tongue slipping through when he finds the chance. And then, instead of those light, testing brushes, his fingers press a little harder and a little firmer as they slide against her. Now his touch is teasing, taunting—trying to see where he can provoke her the most. It will still start off a little slow, but depending on how she reacts, it might get more aggressive rather quickly.]

[ the more aggressive the kiss and his touch become, the more she wants to touch him back— so she does. her hands definitely don't stray too far down (which is something she's doing consciously, though it's at least partially because she wouldn't know exactly what he'd enjoy), but they do eventually go for the sash, fumbling with it in the same way she did when it was her own robe that she was trying to get off.

... and just like before, she struggles with it a bit.

on the plus side, that frustration combined with his touch and the heated turn the kiss has taken are more than enough to get her riled up again. she's definitely starting to get more aroused, too, which only makes her want to get his robe off faster; she can feel plenty of his skin like this, but she wants more. so, she gives the sash one last rough yank to loosen it up and pull it off before she tosses it away— it was really starting to tick her off, and it's not like they'll need it anymore, anyway— before she breaks the kiss to shift her attention back down to his neck.

his words from before, when he told her he would like anything she did, echo in her mind as she bites and kisses her way down his neck, and they help add more confidence to what she's doing. she's still not as skilled as someone with more experience under their belt might be and some of her bites might be just a little overzealous because she's starting to get pretty into this, but she's probably making up for the departments she's lacking in with her enthusiasm, at least. ]

[He hadn't expected her to be so into it, but he's not complaining. If anything it only eggs him on. For every bite she gives, he returns with a hard press and slide of his fingers, dipping lower and tempting to go further in. In fact he comes very close to doing just that. But instead, after a few heated seconds, he pulls his arms back just so he can work on getting on his robe off. It takes a little bit of wrestling with the fabric since part of it had become entangled or sandwiched in-between, so he actually has to completely pull back and sit up, but he manages to pull it all off and slams it to the side. By now, even the sheets have fallen back.

He's about to return back down, but through the dying embers of the fireplace and the dim moonlight that passes through the window, he can make out just enough of her body lying beneath him. Unfortunately it's not as clear as he'd like, but he can make out certain angles and curves, the ripples of fabric still clinging onto her, the rise and fall of her chest, the light in her eyes. He doesn't need full light to know how she looks and know how beautiful he thinks she is.

His desires and need reignited, he roughly grabs her and actually half pulls, half rolls her to him as he falls back down onto the futon, moving her in such a way so that she's at least partially on top of him this time (maybe all the way depending on how she moves). As his hands move to forcefully pull the rest of the robe off her, he leans up a bit so that his mouth returns her own attack, teeth roughly nipping and grazing at her collarbone before giving even harder and tender bites more along the top of her breast. She may have marked his neck, but he's definitely going to be leaving marks on her there. A place where only they will see and know.]

[ the way that he responds to her bites by touching her most definitely doesn't discourage her— really, it only serves to egg her on further. once she realizes the give and take of the situation, she may even start to focus more and more on biting and nipping at his skin, with the kisses becoming fewer and further between. she wouldn't have thought just a few hours ago that she would be ready for him to touch her like he is, but now that it's actually happening she's welcoming it wholeheartedly and even encouraging it in her own way.

that is, until he pulls back to take his robe off the rest of the way.

some of her frustrations leave her as she watches him wrestle with it, but the way he abruptly stops touching her leaves her feeling frustrated in an entirely different way. the fact that she can tell that he's looking at her once he gets his robe off doesn't do anything to lessen that feeling, either. any remaining insecurities she might have had about her body are more or less gone, and she might even be smiling slightly as she takes that moment to look at him. the low light means that she can't see every line and detail of his face and body, but even if she wouldn't consider him beautiful, she can still take the time to admire him— he really is handsome, and his body makes her wish that there were just a little more light, so she could see it properly. she's seen him shirtless in other situations and she's had her hands all over him at this point, but neither of those things really measure up to the idea of being able to see him in the moment.

luckily, she doesn't get to dwell on that for too long. she moves with him when he grabs her and rolls them over, meaning that she is in fact fully on top of him when they settle. she even works with him to get her robe off, slipping her arms from the sleeves as he pulls at it. once it's gone (and she's beyond caring where it goes, because she's really tired of those damn robes and everything that goes along with them), her hands come up to grip his shoulders, and they slide into his hair when she feels his teeth on her collarbone and then her breasts. she might be embarrassed by the marks that he'll end up leaving behind when she sees them for herself, but she's not really thinking about that in the moment. she's more occupied with the fact that it feels good in spite of the roughness, and the way that their position gives her more control, making it possible for her to rock against him slightly. ]

[When he feels her rock against him, even if it's only slight, he pushes back up against her, and it makes him instantly think of where the hell that condom is because each passing moment like this just brings those thoughts further and further to the forefront of his mind. All the teasing and now actual foreplay—he's growing about as impatient as her. But for now he just settles in acting similarly as her, taking out those sexual frustrations by becoming more aggressive—and probably frustrate them more in a way.

Both hands at her hips, he moves beneath her just slightly so that he could better feel her (and her him) before doing his own hard grind against her, pushing her down a bit as he does. He's being a little controlling, but only to give her an idea as well as a taste of what he's been wanting to do for a while now. So long as they don't lose too much control of themselves they should be fine, but perhaps that risk adds to the arousing heat and passion. It really does feel so damn good, even if it had been just one simple grind.

Of course, no one said it would only be one.]

[ the way he's guiding her, pushing her down against him, really only encourages her. being on top of him and having the potential to control what they do is pretty exciting, definitely— but at the same time, being able to follow his lead means that both of them will be able to enjoy themselves without her inexperience getting in the way. she might be stubborn about some things, but the further they go, the further into unknown territory she is, and she doesn't mind letting him show her a thing or two because of that.

so, she mirrors his grind with one of her own, stifling a noise in the back of her throat as she moves against him; her movements might be a little less forceful than his, but that's likely because she's not sure how hard would be too hard, or if there's even a such thing as "too hard" to begin with when it comes to things like this. it's probably better to be safe than sorry, though, especially when a wrong move could ruin the mood they've built up.

though, if he doesn't make a move to search the dresser for a condom soon, she might end up doing it herself. all of the teasing combined with how far along they are means that she's starting to get eager to move on to the real thing, which might be obvious by the way she continues to press against him even after that initial grind. ]

[—Yeah, maybe he really should just go for it now. "Go for it" being getting the condom, since with each grind he's just getting harder and needier and really wouldn't be that hard to just pull her up just a bit so he could slip right in—

By now things are getting a bit more audible, his own deep moans and breaths escaping him when she presses down in just the right way. After a few rounds of this, he pulls her roughly down to him, arms fast around her as a leg hooks with hers. That's the only warning she gets before he rolls them back over so that he's on top. He gives her one fierce kiss before rolling off slightly to reach out and try to find the dresser—where is it, oh there. He is definitely fumbling a bit since he really doesn't know the layout of the room that well, but it's fortunately right above them.

So there's going to be a brief respite as he gets that taken care of, but when he does he'll be back on her and—even if he's now in position, he'll take one last moment to look down at her. Even though just moments before they were pretty heated and even now his breathing is harder and more ragged than before, that need so very strong now, he does realize that this is a pretty big moment and step for them—and they really just started.

For that reason, he slowly reaches up and runs his hand through her hair, pulling her into a deep, but not as rough kiss. There's still that sense of need and things will quickly escalate in the next few seconds, but there's still that underlying tenderness as well. Even now, he's still aware of who he's with—something he hasn't really thought about in a very long time.]

[ she takes the moment where he's fumbling around and getting ready to catch her breath and just... think.

that last kiss didn't do anything to calm her down— not by a long shot— and even though she had been unsure when they started this, she's more certain than ever that it's what she wants. they're taking a big step, and maybe it is a little hasty to jump into having sex when they haven't even been together as a couple for a full day, but when has she ever not been impulsive and frankly a little reckless? and besides, she trusts him— she trusts that he's taking this seriously, and that his feelings for her are equally serious. his actions have helped her feel confident about that, too. every chance he's given her to change her mind, every bit of reassurance he's given her— all of those things, combined with her feelings for him, make it easy to feel like this is the right choice. that he's someone worth taking such a big step with, regardless of how quickly they're doing it.

of course, this is a pretty far cry from the ruined mess of a friendship they had only a few years ago, too— and that thought actually makes her feel happy, in a way. they've come a long way and they've both put a lot of work into repairing their friendship, and now it's blossoming into something more. if that isn't a testament to the wonders of hard work, what is?

that's what she's thinking as she feels his fingers threading through her hair, and she might even be smiling into the kiss when their lips first make contact, good as her mood is, though that changes quickly as she starts to kiss him back. she doesn't stop feeling happy or sure of herself, but those feelings end up mixing with the same sort of need she was feeling when he pulled away before, and she ends up trying to coax the kiss into becoming more open-mouthed (but maybe not quite as aggressive) as a result. ]

[He readily complies, and somehow this kiss feels a lot...better than the previous ones. He's not consciously thinking about it, but there is that sense of genuine feelings mixed in with that growing need. So the kiss does become more open-mouthed, his teeth and tongue grazing her lips. He's not as aggressive here since he is a bit more preoccupied about things happening at the lower halves of their bodies. He does grind a bit against her, working himself up a bit again (not that it takes much at this point). And when he does...

He takes it slow, mostly for her than for himself since it's her first time. She's not the first virgin he's been with, but she is the first one he actually really cared about. He knows it's going to hurt and be uncomfortable, so he tries to at least ease her into it as best he can. Which can also be hard for him since feeling himself sliding inside her is just as pleasurable, especially the further in he goes. Although he's quite tense and ready to continue, he's also currently hyper sensitive to how she is reacting. So he waits, taking it one step at a time.]

[ she tenses up when she feels him pressing into her, partially on reflex and partially because— while it's not overwhelmingly painful, thanks to all of the build-up and how aroused she is— it's definitely not the most comfortable feeling in the world. she had known to expect some discomfort even in a best case scenario, but that still doesn't make it any easier for her to immediately will her body to relax.

still, she tries. she breaks the kiss to bury her face in the space between his shoulder and his neck, attempting to slow her breathing and keep herself from tensing up more than she already has. that, at least, is a success— and as she slowly but surely starts to relax more, she rests her head back against the pillow, slipping her arms around his shoulders as she does. she may not be ready for things to get as rough and aggressive as they had been before, when they were more or less fooling around, but— ]

I think I'm good to go now, if you want to...

[ she trails off there, figuring he'll understand what she's getting at. though... maybe it's a little awkward that she's telling him that instead of showing him, which is something she only realizes after the words have left her mouth. on the other hand, being able to focus on something other than the fact that he's inside of her and how tense that makes her feel does help her relax even further, since it at least temporarily takes her mind off of her (now mild) discomfort. that, and she's a pretty talkative person by nature, anyway— communicating how she feels through words just comes naturally. still, she does shift her hips after a moment to rock against him, though the movement is very tentative and slight. ]

[He hadn't expected her to actually say anything, so he is a little surprised. At the same time, it kind of helps give some more actual certainty. So he gives her a light nuzzle, lips brushing over her jaw as he murmurs softly:]

Okay.

[And that's the only warning or signal he gives before he begins to grind against and into her. It starts off slow and deep—pleasurably slow. All the build-up and being so aroused as is makes each thrust and recede draw out those sensations. Although he starts off more conscientious about her, it quickly becomes very difficult to not succumb to those desires. That need to go harder and faster, to really drive into her. It's not just for himself either, either, but also for her. There is that deep desire to please her as well. So there will come a point where things might get a little harder and aggressive.

Still, it's partly him doing what he knows and partly experimental. He doesn't know where her spots are, what movements really riles her up. He probably won't for a few sessions. But at least subconsciously he's taking note of how she reacts and will respond accordingly.]

[ she's still making an effort to control her breathing, to keep from tensing up as he moves, but... it's not bad. in fact, as more time passes, it starts to feel better and better. the slower pace he's building up makes it easier to get used to what he's doing, too. after a moment she might even start to rock back against him, attempting to meet his thrusts. she's not moving too quickly or roughly, but it's a sign that she's fine with— and is actively enjoying— what he's doing.

of course, now that she isn't quite so focused on calming herself down and taking deep breaths, she can turn her attention back to him, too— which she does by dipping her head to brush a soft kiss against his jaw, like he did to her, before meeting his lips. like before, she's not going to kiss him too roughly to start off, but if he can figure out how to rile her up again, that could probably change. ]

[It's odd in the way he's finding those returning affections and actions actually reassuring and helping him in a way. Odd to note how different this all is for him. Even if he has been in a relationship before, his first time with Presa had definitely been more of a lust filled alcohol flavored drive than one of particular meaning. That changed for them over time, but not to this degree. From the very start, it's always been about treating Leia right, making sure she feels good. Of course there's also satisfying himself as well, but compared to his past, it's certainly much more self-less.

So while there is definitely a lot of lust and need here, he's returning that kiss with those feelings he has for her. A hand slides up her side to her chest to invoke more sensual arousal, but the other actually goes up her arm to her hand, pulling it away from him slightly as his fingers brush and entwine with hers. it's a brief tender moment before the grip tightens as his needs start taking over, the drives coming in harder, faster, and going just a little deeper. He's also pretty aroused and hard, so she'll be able to fully feel each one.]

[ she certainly wasn't expecting him to try to hold her hand, but given their situation, she appreciates it. it adds to the intimacy of the moment, which is... nice, actually, given that they're taking such a big step. the heated passion that their actions had held before was nice, and she probably wouldn't mind returning to that, but being able to feel close to him? that's exactly the kind of thing she had in mind when she envisioned her first time, even if she might not have told him that.

so, even as he starts thrusting harder and deeper, she gives his hand a soft squeeze, her thumb lightly tracing against the side of his hand. her other hand moves from where it's pressed between his shoulder blades so that she can brush her fingers against his cheek. it's a small, tender gesture of her own that might be just a little out of place, since he's picking up the pace and she's moving to meet him with equal fervor, but no one ever said they couldn't have an equal mix of passion and sweetness, right? and besides, he's making her feel pretty good at this point— she even breaks their kiss to moan when he drives into her in a way that feels particularly pleasurable— so it's probably natural that she would feel like being affectionate. ]

[If they're able to sneak in this much sweetness now, just imagine the after cuddle. But that sweetness and affection is going to have to be put on hold as things once again ramp up and passion and intensity take the stage. Hearing that moan is a good sign that he should continue, and he's going to do exactly that. It's also fairly...erotic for him because it's not a sound he's heard from her before and there is that base need to hear it again. To hear those sounds that only he can invoke.

Although he doesn't resume the kiss, his mouth moves down to her neck, biting her a little roughly in time to a particularly hard thrust before nursing it with a kiss. If there are marks from this—well it's not intentional and it's at her lower neck at least. But that kind of rough, aggressive action continues. Even the hand at her breast gives firm, tight squeezes, thumb and forefinger occasionally flicking against her before settling. It all falls into a kind of rhythm with what he's doing, although soon he'll be more focused on those hard drives.

He has to be careful, though, because each one also brings him closer to his own limit, and he has no idea if she's the type who can only get it once or multiple. But at any rate, he's definitely starting to feel those strong pulses, and there are now times where he can't help his own deep moan or sharp intake of breath when he feels a particular pulse.]

[ now that she's at a point where she can fully enjoy what they're doing, the rough way he's treating her is definitely helping things along. in fact, his teeth on her neck and the harder rhythm he's setting are able to draw another moan from her, her back arching off the bed slightly as she feels tension winding up in her body. it's not a feeling that she's completely unfamiliar with, even if this is her first time being with someone, which is probably a good thing— she knows what's coming and so she can try to push herself (and him by association, probably) closer to the edge by continuing to move with him.

he might be able to tell that she's getting close, too, thanks to how tense she's getting. her free hand moves to grip at his shoulder, her nails digging in just a little (which she might feel bad for later, but she doesn't really register that she's doing it in the moment). that won't last for long, though, since their pace means she'll be reaching her limit at any moment— though she wouldn't exactly complain if he tried to get her to that point again, either. ]

[He can feel her tensing and her arching up to him. They're familiar signs, but somehow it seems even more stimulating and all he wants to do right now is just feel more of it. He doesn't even fully register the fact that he can feel her nails, other then it just adds more to it. There aren't any thoughts firing now, just his impulses, his senses, and his body moving hard against her. His own body is completely wired, muscles tightening as he continues to feel those tantalizing pulses leading toward that limit and everything becoming more audible with each passing second, especially when she's at that limit.

And when it does happen, he'll keep that drive so she can fully ride it out. He'll then he'll have his own problems of whether he can actually maintain it long enough for a second round, or if he'll his own release soon after. Or, hell, maybe in the process he might stimulate her enough again. Whatever the case, this will definitely be a pretty damn good experience all things considered.]

[ pretty damn good indeed. she reaches her limit just a moment later, tensing up even further as she does. she cries out— and it might sound suspiciously like his name again, but she's quick to move her hand from his shoulder to cup his cheek so that she can draw him in for a kiss, both out of an embarrassed need to make sure that she doesn't make any more noises like that, and a genuine desire to feel his mouth on hers during such an intimate moment.

even as she starts to come down, some of the tension leaving her as she does, she can still feel pleasant aftershocks running through her body, and that encourages her to continue to move with him as she rides it out. it probably wouldn't be fair to him if she just laid there until he was spent after everything he just did for her, anyway, and even if she's not quite as worked up as she was before, it feels good enough that she'll continue to do that until he's finished, too. ]

[Those sounds aren't embarrassing—they're arousing for him, so she needs to stop worrying about that. But he eagerly takes her kiss, his mouth pressing hard against hers. It's not going to be the most "finessed" or closed kiss, however, instead repeatedly broken and moving due to heated breaths and that need.

This is especially so when he can't hold back any longer and has his own release. Unlike her he doesn't restrain himself or bite back the swear or pleasured moans that accompany it. Hands gripping her body even tighter, his body slows and tenses for that initial wave before his body instinctively rocks and thrusts against her, riding out that high before finally coming down to a stop.

It's only then that everything seems to loosen and he pulls back, his breathing heavy and chest heaving as he rests his forehead against hers. Now comes that usual euphoria, that feeling of satisfied pleasure. It's one he's familiar with yet it's different this time. There's a greater sense of intimacy and he actually lingers by her, lips lightly brushing against hers. He'll roll off of her in a moment, but for now he just wants to stay like this for just a little longer.]

[ ~~hey, it's her first time. it's not like she can magically tell that he's into that, okay.~~

when she feels him riding out his own release, and then the press of his forehead against hers, she can't help the small smile that creeps onto her face. he might be a little heavy, and in spite of the cold things could get a little uncomfortable if they stay tangled up like they are, but she doesn't exactly want to push him away, either. if anything, she wants to draw him in closer, because she feels the intimacy of the moment, too. she's a physical person by nature and she's pretty acutely aware of her feelings for him thanks to what they just finished doing, so it strikes her as the right thing to do.

she almost gives into that impulse, too, but instead she settles for shifting up just a little to press her lips to his in a quick but firm kiss. hugging and cuddling can wait for just a little while longer, probably. ]

So... that was pretty awesome, huh?

[ very smooth. ]

[There's a slight quirk of the brow before a small laugh escapes him.]

I'd hope so. [A slight cheeky grin before he gives her one last light kiss before finally pulling away from her, rolling off to lie alongside her. But he stays close, an arm wrapping loosely around her waist.] Wasn't too rough, was I?

Nah, that part was actually pretty good.

[ she rolls onto her side to face him after a moment, fidgeting with the sheets and pulling them up so there's at least a little modesty going on before she gets comfortable. ]

What about me? I didn't get you too badly, did I?

[ and her hand comes up so that she can lightly tap her fingers against his shoulder to illustrate her point. she didn't claw him up or anything— there probably won't even be any marks from it in the morning— but there are indents from where she dug her nails in at the very least. ]