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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.

Athelstan's arms are still around her, and he pulls her close.

"That was..."

She turned her head so he would've just felt her breath on his neck. There was just enough energy for her to pull him out from her, but it felt so nice to just rest against him, to feel his skin against hers.

"It was a relief." That was the best way to describe it-to refer it to anything else either didn't do it justice or just sounded empty.

Sonya was vaguely aware that there were tears in her eyes (phsyical or emotional release-she wasn't sure) and quickly tried to rub them away. Last thing she wanted was Athelstan thinking she was in pain-she was as far from hurt as one could get.

He reaches up to wipe a tear away from the corner of her eye.

"So much of a relief", he says gently, "to bring you to tears."

She smiled, a mix of embarressment and afterglow as he wiped the tear away. "Hoping you didn't see that."

Sonya felt her body cooling off and snuggled deeper under the blanket. She wanted to tell him how she felt: that she may've started to fall in love with him and feeling more than just a friend-but she didn't want to risk ruining the mood by talking. A shower was also needed, but the required another minute or two of rest before she felt she would be able to pull away.

"I think no less of you for it", he promises, taking her in his arms again.

Her hands found his shoulders and she rested her head on his chest, feeling his breath and hearing his heartbeat.

"Making it a little hard to go and clean up." She voiced, a soft smile on her face. His arms felt nice and she was a little loath to leave them. "You feel too nice."

"Then cleaning up can wait." He smiles slightly against the top of her head. "I don't want to move either."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Her fingers skimmed over his torso, tracing the slight lines along his belly. While still on the thin side, Sonya found he had a lean built that seemed to suit him.

Slowly, Sonya felt her breath grow steady. "What if..what if I told you I think I may've fallen for you..."

She worried at his answer, but thankfully the sex seemed to leave her mellow enough to take the answer.

Athelstan goes still.

"Sonya, I... I would be flattered, and I... you know I care for you very much, but..."

He won't lie to her, just to make things easier for himself.

She let out a deep breath. "But things are complicated back home." She wasn't sure if she should've felt hurt or not: she felt disappointed, but..least it was out there, and the sex wasn't 'one-sided'.

"It's alright." She lifted her head up to look at him. "Doubt it'd work out anyway."

He knew atleast. Even if he didn't return her feelings, she would rather him know and get a response than keep it hidden.

"Things are complicated for both of us, I think." His hand finds hers, and squeezes. "I hope we can still go on as we have been...?"

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