[Should she spare him a glance during that little display, she'll note that his eyes never leave her for a moment, captivated as he is, and not only because he's so pleasantly pinned beneath her. He lets out a low sound of open appreciation, but any real reply is silenced by the crush of her lips against his. The way he kisses her back is desperate, the heat of her body against his as she boxes him in pleasantly overwhelming, and he lets out another moan that's swallowed up by the kiss itself as his grip on her rear tightens.
He can't help but give her behind a light but encouraging smack as she steadily increases her pace, well beyond being embarrassed by such things in the moment— though he likely will be later— and he alters his own pace to keep up with the one she sets, hips snapping upwards to meet her, and all at once he feels that tell-tale rush threatening to overcome him, approaching far faster than he can warn her for, though it's obviously the end they're both seeking to achieve.]
God, I'm—
[The words are muffled against her mouth before their kiss breaks fully; he cries out sharply as his own movements become erratic and a shudder rolls through him, powerful and far more overwhelming than any such moments in recent memory, and his eyes slam shut as he feels electricity course through his nerves, though every part of him, and he feels his mind go utterly blank as pleasure overtakes him and he comes undone beneath her.]
[The smack on her rear garners a noise and she kisses him harder in response, both reward and in revenge, drinking in the intoxicating want and desperation of his voice. With the continuous collisions of their bodies and their lips, it's inevitable that waves would come crashing down and spectacularly so.
She gasps as he barely gives her any warning but braces herself as she watches him unravel beneath her. Another thing she hadn't accounted for is how mesmerized she is by the sight of him losing himself, no doubt feeling the same white-hot flashes he brought her to first. It would be worthy of study, but his erratic movements in conjunction with her own, makes her realize in a split second that she's about to unfurl as well.
Eva collapses on his chest (not too suddenly, not enough to bruise) and her hips clenches around his own as she brings a hand to her mouth to stifle her voice as she comes again. Though she's more quiet and less vocal compared to the luscious cry he brought out of her at the start, it's equally as encompassing and electric and her body continues to quiver and twitch on top of him.
It takes about a minute or two to finally, finally feel herself calm down. And when she senses the steadiness coming back to him in his heartbeat, she continues to lie there, taking deep breaths.
... What even was all that? Clarity creeps back into her mind and she's in disbelief at everything that's just happened that she can't really say much, not yet.
[Vigorous is certainly an apt term. Overwhelming and liberating are two others that come to mind somewhere in the haze that follows, that brief but comfortable numbness that eases one from such heights. Though she had been quieter in unraveling this time around, the sound had been no less exquisite, and even caught in the throes of his own peak, Gale had managed to maintain his hold on her waist to guide her through it, weakly thrusting upwards until he was spent with his grip on her remaining steady throughout.
The minutes that pass before they speak again are quiet, but in a purposeful sort of way— an opportunity to bask in the afterglow, to meander their way down from their respective highs as they caught their breath. Her weight and warmth atop his chest are pleasant, and he steadily moves his hand to the small of her back, just above the base of her spine, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles as her breath returns to her and his own heartrate slows, surprisingly tender in contrast to where they had been only moments before.
Finally, when he feels his breath and voice have both returned to him, he exhales, his eyes closed.]
We, [he says with some emphasis,] are doing that again.
[There was no way in hell the night could end there.]
[Her head snaps up and it seems ridiculous considering they haven't separated from each other, but his declaration makes her face flood with color (his hand rubbing the small of her back is not helping).]
Again? I mean, I think โ Well, I'mโ...
[She stumbles over her words as she runs a hand through her hair to gather herself and then glances down at where they're still connected and back at him, confused and probably still dazed from, well, everything.]
Are you able to do that again??
[As an avid literature buff, she can at least understand the subtext that tells her that she's most certainly staying the whole night. That doesn't mean she isn't totally and utterly flabbergasted because this man continues to pull the rug under her.]
[She's certainly right about that last part— it would be entirely crass to send a lady home all on her own at this late hour, unless leaving was her preference. Regardless of the circumstances, Gale is always intent on being a gracious host.
He laughs warmly at her flustered response, a genuinely happy bout of laughter that surprises even him.]
Give me ten minutes or so, but yes.
[He opens his eyes just enough to peer up at her and catch a glimpse of her flushed face, and he cannot help but find every part of her response to be rather adorable. Clearly, he's not what she expected— but she's not what he had expected when he'd gone out to try and ease his troubled mind, either.]
If you haven't finished at least three times, I'll have done us both a terrible disservice. As we said— if all we have is tonight, then we'd best make the most of it, don't you think?
[His laugh has given way to an amused chuckle, entertained as he gingerly tangles his fingers in her hair only to brush it back from her face while she rests her head against him.
She certainly hadn't said no.]
That you seem to think so only tells me you've likely not been treated as you ought to be in these situations.
[Or, potentially, partnered with much younger men who didn't necessarily know any better.]
[It's not that she doesn't know what a good time looks and feels like but it's been a long while for her as well. Indulging like this is rare and isn't in her nature. This is, however, what tonight is for isn't it?
She moves so that her head is lifted up again and resting on her arms that are draped across his chest.]
[He meets her question with another smile, his lips quirking slightly to one side, and he trails his fingers down the length of her spine before his thumb resumes that gentle, steady stroking against her back.]
No, I suppose I don't. That is quite promising. Saves me having to ask how you've found your distraction so far, as well.
[Clearly, satisfying enough.]
Rest as long as you need; I believe we've still a long night ahead of us.
[Sighing, she lingers in the sensation he makes with his fingers and thumb down her back before lifting herself up to look down at him. The expression in her gaze is... Complicated. That's putting it lightly. But she remains near him, closing her eyes and leaning down to press her forehead against his.]
... Make it count.
[And she seals that statement with a soft kiss on his lips. Everything between them needed to end here in this room. It didn't matter how good they made each other feel and how he went beyond in making her forget and how she was someone other than a person weighed down with sorrow and regret. She didn't want to hope or court any possibility because deep down, she does't thinks she deserves them.
For the rest of the long night, Eva continues to be an intoxicating paradox. There as a softness in her touch followed by desperation as she clung to him. She yielded, but revealed little. There was gentleness in her actions that contrasted the sharpness of her words.
As far as she was concerned he would only know her when she was shrouded in darkness and dim lights. When tomorrow comes, they would move on with their lives.]
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He can't help but give her behind a light but encouraging smack as she steadily increases her pace, well beyond being embarrassed by such things in the moment— though he likely will be later— and he alters his own pace to keep up with the one she sets, hips snapping upwards to meet her, and all at once he feels that tell-tale rush threatening to overcome him, approaching far faster than he can warn her for, though it's obviously the end they're both seeking to achieve.]
God, I'm—
[The words are muffled against her mouth before their kiss breaks fully; he cries out sharply as his own movements become erratic and a shudder rolls through him, powerful and far more overwhelming than any such moments in recent memory, and his eyes slam shut as he feels electricity course through his nerves, though every part of him, and he feels his mind go utterly blank as pleasure overtakes him and he comes undone beneath her.]
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She gasps as he barely gives her any warning but braces herself as she watches him unravel beneath her. Another thing she hadn't accounted for is how mesmerized she is by the sight of him losing himself, no doubt feeling the same white-hot flashes he brought her to first. It would be worthy of study, but his erratic movements in conjunction with her own, makes her realize in a split second that she's about to unfurl as well.
Eva collapses on his chest (not too suddenly, not enough to bruise) and her hips clenches around his own as she brings a hand to her mouth to stifle her voice as she comes again. Though she's more quiet and less vocal compared to the luscious cry he brought out of her at the start, it's equally as encompassing and electric and her body continues to quiver and twitch on top of him.
It takes about a minute or two to finally, finally feel herself calm down. And when she senses the steadiness coming back to him in his heartbeat, she continues to lie there, taking deep breaths.
... What even was all that? Clarity creeps back into her mind and she's in disbelief at everything that's just happened that she can't really say much, not yet.
If she had to choose a word? Vigorous.]
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The minutes that pass before they speak again are quiet, but in a purposeful sort of way— an opportunity to bask in the afterglow, to meander their way down from their respective highs as they caught their breath. Her weight and warmth atop his chest are pleasant, and he steadily moves his hand to the small of her back, just above the base of her spine, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles as her breath returns to her and his own heartrate slows, surprisingly tender in contrast to where they had been only moments before.
Finally, when he feels his breath and voice have both returned to him, he exhales, his eyes closed.]
We, [he says with some emphasis,] are doing that again.
[There was no way in hell the night could end there.]
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[Her head snaps up and it seems ridiculous considering they haven't separated from each other, but his declaration makes her face flood with color (his hand rubbing the small of her back is not helping).]
Again? I mean, I think โ Well, I'mโ...
[She stumbles over her words as she runs a hand through her hair to gather herself and then glances down at where they're still connected and back at him, confused and probably still dazed from, well, everything.]
Are you able to do that again??
[As an avid literature buff, she can at least understand the subtext that tells her that she's most certainly staying the whole night. That doesn't mean she isn't totally and utterly flabbergasted because this man continues to pull the rug under her.]
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He laughs warmly at her flustered response, a genuinely happy bout of laughter that surprises even him.]
Give me ten minutes or so, but yes.
[He opens his eyes just enough to peer up at her and catch a glimpse of her flushed face, and he cannot help but find every part of her response to be rather adorable. Clearly, he's not what she expected— but she's not what he had expected when he'd gone out to try and ease his troubled mind, either.]
If you haven't finished at least three times, I'll have done us both a terrible disservice. As we said— if all we have is tonight, then we'd best make the most of it, don't you think?
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[She appears conflicted as her voice trails off and the gears turn in her head. And then she grunts, dropping her head to rest it against his chest.]
That's just showing off.
[It's a disgruntled and indignant mutter, but she isn't saying no.]
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She certainly hadn't said no.]
That you seem to think so only tells me you've likely not been treated as you ought to be in these situations.
[Or, potentially, partnered with much younger men who didn't necessarily know any better.]
I don't believe that was a complaint?
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[It's not that she doesn't know what a good time looks and feels like but it's been a long while for her as well. Indulging like this is rare and isn't in her nature. This is, however, what tonight is for isn't it?
She moves so that her head is lifted up again and resting on her arms that are draped across his chest.]
Do you see me leaving?
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No, I suppose I don't. That is quite promising. Saves me having to ask how you've found your distraction so far, as well.
[Clearly, satisfying enough.]
Rest as long as you need; I believe we've still a long night ahead of us.
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[Sighing, she lingers in the sensation he makes with his fingers and thumb down her back before lifting herself up to look down at him. The expression in her gaze is... Complicated. That's putting it lightly. But she remains near him, closing her eyes and leaning down to press her forehead against his.]
... Make it count.
[And she seals that statement with a soft kiss on his lips. Everything between them needed to end here in this room. It didn't matter how good they made each other feel and how he went beyond in making her forget and how she was someone other than a person weighed down with sorrow and regret. She didn't want to hope or court any possibility because deep down, she does't thinks she deserves them.
For the rest of the long night, Eva continues to be an intoxicating paradox. There as a softness in her touch followed by desperation as she clung to him. She yielded, but revealed little. There was gentleness in her actions that contrasted the sharpness of her words.
As far as she was concerned he would only know her when she was shrouded in darkness and dim lights. When tomorrow comes, they would move on with their lives.]