[I would tear storms from the sky to have you like this forever, said a fierce voice in the back of his head as your lips find his. Relief and triumph flicker in his eyes as he deepens the kiss, as his hands find the sides of your face, thumbs tracing the edges of your jaw to the spot he knows sends ripples down your spine. Your skin beneath his fingers feels like caged lightning. You are mine, and I am yours, his eyes tell you behind all of that.
He does not know how you ended up lying down on the bed, nor does he particularly care. All he knows, as he breaks off to look at you, is that he would kill to be the only one you look at the way you are looking at him, right now. He pauses for some infinitesimal length of time, absolutely paralyzed by sheer wanting. Now his voice is husky.]
[On the other hand, she's fully aware how the two of you ended up there. You've always had a tight reign on your abilities: a natural after effect of that is that when you let loose, you're almost unaware of it.
Not that she has any protests, of course. That much should have been obvious to you in how she kissed you right back, how she welcome you into your mouth and let her tongue slide against yours, let herself taste the way you taste. She'll never get tired of it.
When she breaks away from you, she's smirking. She's also hooked one of her legs behind yours, and has her arms hooked over your shoulders.]
Consummating our promise before we even have a ceremony, is it?
[Not that she minds, of course. It's not as if you haven't wrangled each other into bed before.]
[His only response to that? A half-growl at the fact that you both still have clothes. He doesn't quite fumble with the buttons on your blouse; his fingers are far too nimble, and far too used to this sort of thing, to be clumsy at it.
Nonetheless, it is taking far, far too long for him (even though it has been, what, only a few seconds and he's halfway done?), so he snarls through gritted teeth and you feel two things: both your clothes are all gone, and a low, steady, almost inaudible bass note coursing through your bodies and all around the room.
Celestial Mastery was invented in the pursuit of heavenly bodies, after all.
He traces a series of small, nibbling kisses starting from the center of your now-naked chest, left index finger tracing lazy circles around a nipple, right hand tangling itself through your hair. He kisses you up the neck, along the jaw, all the way behind an ear, which he nips, quickly, between his teeth. That's when he answers you, voice impossibly husky it's a wonder he got the words out at all.]
Following your logic, we've been married lo, those many years ago. [Now he's nibbling at your lower lip, speaking through against your mouth.] I love the thought of that.
[And of course she'll find his impatience amusing: it comes out in the way she smiles, and her laughter against his skin. Granted, when he starts to lavish some attention upon her with those lips of his, that laughter fades away into soft breaths and pleased noises.]
Didn't you ever wonder why none of the other Arrows ever tried to approach you?
[Saying that teasingly, as she's letting her hands roam over the expanse of your back. One of her feet is also idly running itself along the back of one of your legs.]
[What you said, and what you're doing right now, sends electricity coursing throughout his body, including the most pertinent parts. If he wasn't already hard before, he most definitely is now. You'll feel it too, as he luxuriantly stretches on top of you.]
Have I ever told you how glad I am that you own me?
[He's pretty sure he has, but he slides his length back and forth over your clit anyway. Just to emphasize the point.]
[ And she responds, perhaps, in precisely the way that you're hoping she would because you know exactly what turns her on: in a sharp exhaled gasp against your ear, a fluttering of eyelids, the perfect "O" of her mouth before she's biting down on her lip, the press of her back against the pillows, the dig of her nails against your shoulder.
It's getting incredibly difficult to breathe now, because she's painfully aware of the familiar shape of you against her crotch. Her hips are aware of it too, from the way they're rolling up in an attempt to push her clit up closer to your cock. ]
You better be.
[ The heat of that statement is tempered by how much you've thrown her. ]
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He does not know how you ended up lying down on the bed, nor does he particularly care. All he knows, as he breaks off to look at you, is that he would kill to be the only one you look at the way you are looking at him, right now. He pauses for some infinitesimal length of time, absolutely paralyzed by sheer wanting. Now his voice is husky.]
T-that's a yes then. Touch, move.
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Not that she has any protests, of course. That much should have been obvious to you in how she kissed you right back, how she welcome you into your mouth and let her tongue slide against yours, let herself taste the way you taste. She'll never get tired of it.
When she breaks away from you, she's smirking. She's also hooked one of her legs behind yours, and has her arms hooked over your shoulders.]
Consummating our promise before we even have a ceremony, is it?
[Not that she minds, of course. It's not as if you haven't wrangled each other into bed before.]
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Nonetheless, it is taking far, far too long for him (even though it has been, what, only a few seconds and he's halfway done?), so he snarls through gritted teeth and you feel two things: both your clothes are all gone, and a low, steady, almost inaudible bass note coursing through your bodies and all around the room.
Celestial Mastery was invented in the pursuit of heavenly bodies, after all.
He traces a series of small, nibbling kisses starting from the center of your now-naked chest, left index finger tracing lazy circles around a nipple, right hand tangling itself through your hair. He kisses you up the neck, along the jaw, all the way behind an ear, which he nips, quickly, between his teeth. That's when he answers you, voice impossibly husky it's a wonder he got the words out at all.]
Following your logic, we've been married lo, those many years ago. [Now he's nibbling at your lower lip, speaking through against your mouth.] I love the thought of that.
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Didn't you ever wonder why none of the other Arrows ever tried to approach you?
[Saying that teasingly, as she's letting her hands roam over the expanse of your back. One of her feet is also idly running itself along the back of one of your legs.]
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Have I ever told you how glad I am that you own me?
[He's pretty sure he has, but he slides his length back and forth over your clit anyway. Just to emphasize the point.]
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It's getting incredibly difficult to breathe now, because she's painfully aware of the familiar shape of you against her crotch. Her hips are aware of it too, from the way they're rolling up in an attempt to push her clit up closer to your cock. ]
You better be.
[ The heat of that statement is tempered by how much you've thrown her. ]