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She keeps a hand braced incase he needs help, but then it's off and tossed into the bin.

His words do give her cause for concern and she reaches out to give him something between a shoulder squeeze and hug. "Consensual, not compulsion, I hope."

He was a good man, she didn't like to think he might be coerced into learning about sex.

"Entirely consensual", he promises. "There may have been persuasion, in one case, but it was only that."

Whatever Father Harman might think, he's pretty sure if Eric wanted to "persuade" him by magical means, he would have done it the first time they met.

"Persuasion isn't force." The best it could've been called was seduction, and even that meant that the individual was allowed to say 'no'.

Her hand slid to take a hold of his, kissing the tops of his fingers. She took a moment to study his hand: the hand of a working man, but still gentle, just as how she liked when he touched her.

She sat up, his hand still in hers. "Least they wanted to, and it wasn't just from mushroom induced haze."

She remembered Upsala, but for the how and why-after knowing such men like Kano and Tsung, Sonya couldn't call herself to put blame on Athelstan for 'experimenting'.

He flinches slightly at that, remembering poor Thyri.

"She knew what she was doing", he says softly. "I was the one who'd had the mushrooms. But you're right, there was none of that here."

He was close enough that even a slight flinch is felt. She wondered how close they were for her death to affect him that deeply.

Feeling chilled, Sonya pushed herself up to move the covers over them. "I've a slight confession..the evening we made out, had we not both been weak-I would've liked to move further."

She'd desired athelstan for awhile, both for companionship and sexual, but the latter was only recent and she was grown up enough to be practical about it.

It's more guilt and sorrow because she's dead, than any lasting closeness when she was alive.

"...so would I", he says with a small smile. "But it wasn't the right time for it."

"No it wasn't." Not with him emotionally and physically ill.

She returns the smile, turning to get a second condom, then sliding over to straddle his hips. "What'd you say for another round?"

Athelstan chuckles quietly, his hands moving to her hips. "Already? Well, I'd be a fool to say no."

"Maybe up for lost time." Was all she would give as an answer, gently stroking him off. All she had on her mind was a sort of escape-figurative if not literal.

Wiggling her hips against his lap, Sonya stroked his shaft before covering it with the condom. In truth, if it were up to her, she would've not minded the risk, but it wasn't and a pregnancy was still too much of a liability.

Taking him in hand, Sonya sucked in a deep breath, letting it out as she lowered herself onto him. Second time around, her sex was already sensitive and swollen and she moaned as she felt him stretch her from the inside out.

He'll give her anything she wants, right now, if he has it to give.

He reaches up to caress her breasts, gentle without being too gentle.

His touch made her sigh, her chest feeling taunt and arching against his hands. More than about her, she just wanted him to feel good and give him comfort. She took the reigns to just let him lay back.

Sonya lifted herself off him with her knees, feeling him slide inside her, before settling once more on him. She rocked her hips, moving in a rhythm while trying to keep her motions gentle, tensing her thighs around his shaft each time she settled on him.

Athelstan groans in his throat as she moves against him, matching her rhythm in his countering movements.

"You are beautiful", he murmurs softly. "Never doubt that."

Every so often his hips jerk in such a way that his shaft would rub harder against her sweeter spots. She could feel herself clenching tighter around him, each thrust getting her wetter and making her thrusts up and down him easier.

His words draw a slow sigh from her. Years ago, she knew she was pretty, but lately, and in Outworld, everything worked to make her consider her looks not a priority beyond cleanliness. Part of her figured his words were just from sex, but she appreciated them nonetheless.

Slowly, she arched and lowered herself to him, her breasts brushing against his chest. She lowered her head and kissed him gently on the mouth, her hips still rocking and sliding up and down his member.

Athelstan's hands tangle in her hair, holding her gently down so he can keep kissing her as they move together.

The hands in her hair earn him another moan. Something Sonya never admitted to anyone was being tender headed-any sort of head stroking definitely got brownie points from her.

Her tongue teases the inside of his mouth while she moves against him, feeling the tension building inside her inspite of the easy pace they were taking. She could feel him getting thicker inside her already, her hips moving harder to bring him closer to the edge.

His hands move faster, a little more roughly without causing her pain, and he bites lightly down on her lower lip as the pace increases.

Her breath's come to panting, her body growing hot and taunt as she rode him. Her skin was slick with sweat, the feeling of rubbing and grinding against his skin not unlike a snake.

She didn't mind the bite, swallowing his mouth in another kiss to show it. Already hot and the pleasure coming quicker, she could feel herself getting close already, her core soaked and clenching around his shaft.

Athelstan kisses her hard and deep, pulling her closer as he gasps into her mouth.

He's as close to the peak as she is, the two of them driving each other on.

ooc: I'm sorry for the spacy tags...Gyda's kinda taken over.

She returns the kiss with a hunger that would almost swallow him whole, her hands feeling almost like hot steel as they grip him. She wanted to envelope him, wanted to take all of him inside her.

The orgasm felt like an explosion between her legs, her body tensing and throbbing around his. She saw white sparks behind her eyelids, pulling her mouth away with a sharp gasp.

Athelstan holds her against him, crying out her name as the force of her climax drives his higher and leaves him unable to do anything but ride it out.

Sonya buried her face into the crock of his neck, her body clenching around his, her hips moving harder to try and bring his own over. Endorphins were flooding her system, making her numb and tingling all over.

She didn't want him to hold back. For all he was riding out her orgasm, she wanted him to have his own: he was so close, she could feel it.

He's very close indeed, and only a few movements of her hips push him over the edge, his hands clenching in the sheets.

He couldn't hold back if he tried now.

Her movements slowed, her hands rubbing sliding against his torso, his arms, finding his own hands and gripping them tight. Sonya took his arms and wrapped them around her, wanting to completely feel his touch on her.

She wanted to tell him to let go, to release inside her, but her breath came out so hard she couldn't bring herself to form words.

She doesn't have to tell him. He arches up against her, thrusting hard in the final climax, and pulls her down for a kiss.

Her hands grip his shoulders and she moaned into the kiss, her hips riding his climax out. Even with protection, her sensitive core still reacts to his orgasm, clenching around his shaft as though to draw him inside her.

A small part of her wondered what it would feel to not have to worry about protection: to feel him shoot inside her, the heat and electric pleasure from it. The rest of her just felt as though she'd run a marathon, pleasure burning through her and leaving he numb, shaking and sweaty.

Coming back down, Sonya gently lowered herself onto him, her head resting on his shoulder as she caught her breath. Her body felt like rubber and it was just nice to rest against him.

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