For Sonya

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Athelstan is holding Sonya's hand as they walk up to her room, and occasionally when the urge strikes him, he stops to kiss her.

After all, he doesn't have to worry about who might see him if it's a woman he's with.

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Briefly, Sonya couldn't help but try and imagine Ragnar's response to this. Of course it was just sex, it could mean nothing, but he might think otherwise.

Another kiss from him, her hand finding the back of his neck, shuts up that side of her. They both wanted this, that was enough for her.

She leads him into her room, closing the door behind them before taking off her shoes and dropping their things by the door. Up until that point, it was like she was holding herself in check, holding herself back whenever she felt his lips on her. Now...there was no holding back-she didn't want to hold back.

Sonya led him to the bed, pushing them both down onto this and taking his mouth onto hers in a deep kiss. Hands on his shoulders, she moaned into his mouth, her lips parting in invitation.

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"Sonya", he murmurs into her mouth, kissing her softly but with enthusiasm. "How you must have needed this."

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The fire inside her was still burning, but straddling his lap, her body eager for what was going on-she suddenly didn't want to rush things.

"I don't see you slowing down either." She kissed the side of his mouth, taking his hands and setting them by the hem of her shirt.

She hadn't been physically intimate with anyone in two years, and for the past..year or so the only emotions she felt were rage, blood lust and being on ice. Athelstan helped calm her down, was the on person she could open herself too.

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"I won't make you wait." Athelstan kisses her lips again, then a trail along her jaw as he pushes his hands slowly up under her shirt. "Not for long. But let's..." Another kiss. "...enjoy this. All of it."

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She felt her breath deepened as his mouth traveled to her jaw, sliding a hand into his hair to guild him towards her neck.

So their first time together wouldn't start off as wild. She was fine with that, it would give them time to enjoy eachother. She could feel him responding between her legs, fueling her own lust.

A smile came across her face when she felt his hands under her shirt, her skin hot and flushed. Almost reluctantly, she pulled herself away from him to help him fully removing her shirt, guiding his hands for her sports bra next.

For a moment, she feels almost embarrassed at him seeing her half naked. After being underweight for so long, her body covered in scars-she wasn't sure she could feel sensual after Outworld. Much as she wanted it, much as her body wanted this, it was like she was starting over.

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Athelstan studies her face, seeing the moment's uncertainty, and the next kiss is soft and reassuring as his hands slide over her skin, from stomach to breasts - lingering there - to shoulders, pressing her gently down onto the bed.

He sits up, removing his own belt and tunic quickly, then turns his attention back to her. His lips press hotly to her neck, her shoulder, and then his mouth is on her breast.

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His touch is gentle enough that Sonya feels herself relax, a smile crossing her features while her reserve starts to vanish. Her skin's already hot to the touch and just the touch of his fingers has her breasts feeling taunt and sensitive.

She lay down on the bed, supporting herself on her elbow, her hips lifted up to try and relieve the budding ache in her core. Nevermind that she was still wearing pants-she wasn't really thinking beyond that point.

Sonya all but pulled him down with her as soon as he was done with his tunic and belt, the hunger fully waking inside her.

"Ohhh..right there.." Her neck was especially sensitive and his hot, wet mouth on that one spot nearly made her melt..then her shoulder. "Yes..."

Something between a moan and gasp escaped her throat as soon as his mouth touched her breast, the nipple already taunt against his mouth. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, one of them sliding down along the length of his back.

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Athelstan takes her nipple lightly between his teeth, focusing entirely on her upper half for the time being. They both still have their trousers and in her case underwear on, but all things in their time.

His hands keep roaming over the rest of her skin.

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Her body squirmed against his, her breath deepening as he worked on her chest. A hand found his, sliding it up her front to bring it on her other breast.

They'd barely started and already she was getting wet, her sex aching for want of attention. Not just her, she could feel him getting hard through his trousers, the pressure feeding her own lust..

Her eyes widened, her thoughts going forward even as she ground herself against him. "Athelstan..." She swallowed, trying to form words. "Wait..."

She set his hands on his shoulders. Much as she wanted...much as she was now aching for this. They needed to be smart.

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He stills instantly, his hand pausing on her breast as he pulls his mouth away from the other.

"What is it?"

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An inner voice kept urging her to go on, to just shut up and have the two of them fuck.

"I..I want this." She needed to make this clear to him. Her hesitation had nothing to do with her not desiring him. "I just don't want to risk getting pregnant. I have a few condoms in one of the drawers-we can do this and not worry about me accidentally getting pregnant."

So her sex drive was only recently woken up: she was military, she was used to being prepared-just incase.

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"What are...?" But it doesn't matter. It's a sensible point she makes, and he slowly starts to caress her skin again. "Then if you show me how these things are used, we shall use one."

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Just from touch, she could feel his fingers grazing over some of her old scars. The sensations made her shiver and she had to force herself to even gently push him off her. "I need to get up first."

Not bothering to cover up, Sonya quickly moved to the dresser, pulling out three condoms from the back of the drawer. Two of them were set aside, while the other she brought with her, stopping by the side of the bed, pulling off her pants and underwear before joining him once more.

"I'll show you, have to be nice and hard first." She straddled his lap, her own sex hot and aching for attention.

Sonya gently leaned in for another kiss, her tongue teasing his lips. Her hands meanwhile, kept busy by trying to unlace his trousers, occasionally stroking him through the fabric.

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Athelstan groans against her lips, his own parting to deepen the kiss. He moves his hands to cover hers, helping with the laces.

"That will - not be a problem."

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Her tongue slides into his mouth, moaning into the kiss, her hips rocking against his legs. She wants so much to rush into this, it's a sign of will that she holds herself back even for this.

Sonya pulls away from the kiss only to see what she's doing, sucking in a breath when he's finally free from restraints. She lets it out with a slight laugh and carefully strokes his length, her grip firm but soft. He's hard already and to feel him like this in her hand only makes the heat inside her stronger.

She could do this. She wasn't a teenager anymore, she could control herself.

Carefully, Sonya tore the package open, pulling out the condom and carefully sliding it on his member. "Done."

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It's a strange sensation, but not at all unpleasant. And now he can take Sonya in his arms with no concern, pressing her down on the bed again, their kisses turning intense.

"Are you ready?" he murmurs.

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Her arms wrap around his back when he once more flips her onto her back.. With protection off her mind, her own kisses turn hungry, her hands sliding up his back to the back of his head, burying themselves in his hair.

Sonya just pulled away enough to speak, her breath coming out in deep gasps. "Yes...." She was more than ready, the heat between her legs only getting stronger, her hips lifting to meet his.

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Athelstan wanted to hear her say it, just to be sure, and he doesn't wait any longer before sliding gently into her.

He kisses her deeply at the same time, giving her everything.

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The last time she'd had sex was two years ago when she was with Lance. After that, between mourning, her career..Outworld, nothing left time for a sexual relationship or even desiring one.

When he slid into her, she grabs his head and moans into the kiss, her inner walls clenching around him, a leg wrapping around his waist, holding him close. He felt so good inside her, filling her completely.

Sonya pulled her mouth away, sighing while the tension grew inside her.

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Athelstan is still stroking her skin, paying special attention to the scars when he finds one under his fingertips.

"Tell me how you like it", he murmurs.

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The scars themselves were hardly sensitive, but Sonya and felt self conscious about them for so long. That he could touch them during sex was a turn on for her.

"Slow..and hard.." She wanted slow and hard for their first time together, wanted to especially feel his thrusts hit home inside her.

An arm slid to his back, her body rubbing and sliding against his. Next time, they might go fast and hard, but not now, now..she wanted to be sure he was with her.

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"Slow and hard", he echoes, leaning down for another long, deep kiss, and begins to move deliberately against her as requested. "You must say if anything isn't right."

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When he moves inside her, already she could feel the tension building, her inner walls getting tighter and wetter with each thrust. She's not sure if it's only pleasure that makes her cry out, or a sense of release. Being held by a man like this, to just allow herself to feel pleasure and sexual desire once more.

"Trust me..you'll know.." Sonya let out a short gasp, his thrusts occasionally grinding against her clit, sending a sharp jolt between her legs and through her limbs. Her hips seem to move on their own, rocking to meet his thrusts, her body squirming against his.

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Athelstan stops talking at that, giving all his focus to their movements.

...well, at least, he stops talking coherently. He does say her name, and a few other disjointed words.

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She calls out his name in between breaths, her body tensing around his, each thrust winding a deep spring inside her.

Her focus is on nothing but the man inside her, his thrusts, his touch, the feel of his breath on her. Her body's hot and sweaty against his, her core soaking and clenching around his member. "Yes...oohh..god."