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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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."

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Athelstan smiles against her skin, where he's been kissing his way down her throat, and shifts a little to change his angle.

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The shift makes her gasp, her hips tightening around him. Her breath picks up and her neck stretches and moves so his mouth could reach more of her. Every so often his shaft brushes hard against her sweeter spots and she can't tell if he's getting thicker, harder..or her own inner walls are clenching tighter, wanting more.

She's so close though, the tension and heat in her lower belly getting stronger. Her hips move harder against his, almost slapping against his skin, urging him onward.

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He tries to maintain the pace at fairly slow, thrusting deeply each time, but it is starting to creep faster despite himself.

"Don't hold anything back", he murmurs. "Let me feel you."

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His moving faster only makes her laugh, or rather the occasional laugh with her grunts, pleasure filling and overcoming her. She'd heard that blood and sexual lust where two of the same coin and right now she knew what that meant.

There was nothing else in the room but them, nothing else seemed to matter and she couldn't bring herself to care otherwise.

Sonya felt her eyes close and a choked cry escaping her throat as she finally releases, the tension feeling almost like electricity as it courses through her limbs. The pleasure is so hot, so strong, that for a moment Sonya doesn't feel in control of her own body.

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Athelstan's weight is on her, holding her down lightly as he moves ever harder against her in his own climax. His head falls back and he calls out her name one more time.

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She's almost grateful for the weight: to feel him against her and feel him inside her, to feel him complete inside her.

Her body arched against his, the condom preventing her from completely feeling him shoot inside her, but she can still feel him. She could still feel his climax, could still feel it driving her own, her inner walls cleching around him with each hard thrust, driving it onward.

Until it's over and she collapses back onto the bed, her limbs numb and heavy for all the tension they held. Hearing her name, she whispered his in response, a hand reaching up to run through his hair as she caught her breath. "Thank you.."

Sonya liked to think she was a realist when it came to sex, but this first time between then...there was a sort of tension she didn't know she had, didn't know until he was able to give her a sort of release for it.

For that, she could only thank him.

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Athelstan drops back on to her, as lightly as he can manage so as not to hurt or wind her, and strokes her face.

"If I've helped you, then you're welcome."

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While not exactly rough, their sex that first time wasn't gentle. Even as Sonya felt her body wind down, his touch felt even more welcomed on skin that was flushed and cooling off. Her eyes closed, and for a moment she swore she felt tears, but she tried to put it off as just 'after glow' sweat.

"It's been a long while." She admitted. "I've gotten so used to different sorts of pain..of pushing myself. Forgot what it meant to just let go."

Sonya took a deep breath before she felt ready enough to push herself up, carefully helping to lift him off her as well.

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He rolls away - not far, but enough to be off her, and lies beside her.

"I understand letting go is good for you, once in a while."

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She turned a little on her side to face him, an arm behind her pillow. "Personal experience?"

She never asked him if he had a sexlife in milliways. Less on it not being her business, she was more concerned with it being consensual and him still feeling like himself afterwards.

"You could take off the condom. They're only good for one use."

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He looks down, nods, and starts doing so - a little clumsily.

"Yes, in fact. It was... a learning experience."

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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.

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"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.