waiting for your return

I thought you said forever over and over

There was so much left to talk about, so much left to feel. Liam hadn't even begun to process the violation that had occurred, hadn't given himself the chance to think about what it all meant - not when chief among his feelings was relief that Maea was back and unharmed, and that she still loved him in spite of his failures and his weaknesses, and that he wanted to prove to her that he still loved her, too.

So instead of talking or thinking, Liam fell into his partner, diving headlong into the way she felt in his arms, the way she tasted against his lips. The sound of her breath hitching beneath his ministrations had him smiling against her neck. "Nothing in this world or beyond could take me from you," he promised, his own voice stuttering as she ground against him, eliciting a soft groan in response.

His hands roamed up her back, over her shoulders, as much to fumble for the fastenings of her robe as to reassure himself that she was indeed whole and fully healed - and just to enjoy touching her. And when he finally managed to push the robe from her body to pool in a heap at her feet, he reached for her, lifting her to set her on the nearby counter. The bath could wait; unwilling to pause even to carry her to the bedroom, Liam caressed Maea's bare skin lovingly, fingers trailing up her thighs to tease at the edges of her underwear.

A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

Liam

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

After the kind of trial he had been put through, she believed him. Felt the truth of it in the devotion of his touch as the robe fell away, leaving her exposed for him to explore as he pleased. The air in the room was cool enough to raise goosebumps down her arms; only another reason to stay pressed against his body, her limbs coiling around him as she was lifted off the floor and placed higher, more comfortably within reach of his lips.

Stealing hungry kisses like he was water and she might die of thirst at any moment, she encouraged his roaming hands with breathy hums, heedless of making herself obvious; she wanted him to hear her, wanted Liam to know just what he was doing to her. She could worship him until his knees gave out, or accept all of his devotion until her own did; all the same, this was for him. Whatever he wanted; she wanted it too.

It did take a deep breath to slow her down, though, when his fingers began toying with her underwear. Moving her legs to cradle his hips between her knees, Maea's gaze turned half lidded and sultry upon her lover's face, anticipation building to find out what he was planning. "Want to take them off?" she breathed, a slow smile curling her lips. "Go ahead. You can do anything you want to me..."

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3

I thought you said forever over and over

Maea’s responsiveness was intoxicating; with each breathy hum, Liam only found himself more addicted. At her question, Liam pulled back just enough to share a smile with his partner, something wicked in his gaze as he took in her sultry, slow grin. He didn’t stay apart from her long, though, drawn back to her like a moth to a flame. ”Anything?” he purred with a low chuckle. In truth, there was little he wanted besides her, his desire built upon the foundations of her own. But he made a show of thinking about it anyway, teasing her with gentle touches and sweet kisses while he considered.

He placed a series of quick kisses along her neck, bending to tease the hollow between her collarbones. ”I want to taste you,” he rasped against her throat. Slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear, he tugged them gently down her legs, kissing his way from her neck and down her chest and across her stomach, not stopping until he knelt before her, grinning crookedly up at her from between her legs. ”And then,” he added, leaning closer. ”I want to feel you around me.”

A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

Liam

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

"Anything," she repeated, even as the gleam in his eyes tied her stomach into knots, anxious if only because of the unspoken promise it held. Like no amount of bracing could prepare her for what was to come.

Long tresses of pale hair tickled the bare skin of her bback as Maea tipped her head back, making room for him at her throat. Wriggling to help the flimsy lace depart from her hips, she couldn't do anything about the flush rising in her cheeks; Liam's voice turned her spine to liquid, pliant and oh, so willing to accommodate his path down from a hitching throat, across the snow-white tundra of her belly... The sight of him poised between her legs, the soft rush of breath against tender skin, nearly undid her. The irony of how he reversed their positions didn't escape her; she disguised a tremor of nerves behind a rosy pout, playing at a disgruntlement she didn't feel at all. "I was supposed to do the tasting... but I guess, if that's really what you want..." Her shrug was a slow, intentional thing, deliberately exaggerating the swell of her breasts with a heavied sigh. Out of his reach, for now, as she leaned back on her hands; only her tail still touched him, sliding languidly up and down his torso... Waiting. Burning to find out what new heights of pleasure he would show her this time.

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3

I thought you said forever over and over

Liam grinned at Maea's feigned pout, kissing the inside of a thigh as he peered up at her. "You did say anything," he teased, his gaze catching on the swell of her breasts as she sighed heavily. The way his eyes darkened promised that she would have her turn, but for now, he'd successfully reversed their positions, intent upon worshiping Maea the way that she deserved.

He ran his hands up her legs, touch feather-light as he leaned in, kissing his way along her thigh and towards her core. When he finally arrived at her entrance, his tongue darted out, dragging between her folds to land lightly upon her clit. He repeated the gesture a few times, humming his approval of the taste of her on his tongue. Then he focused his attention on her clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with swirling circles meant to drive her towards an eventual release.

A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

Liam

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

She did indeed say that. Twice. And his lips against the silken skin of her inner thigh erased any further pretense from her mind. The light touch sent sensation zapping along her nerves, like storms lived just beneath her skin and he was a lightning rod, capable of manipulating her currents. Again, and again, a steady procession of kisses and light caresses unsteadied her breath all over again. Maea watched him, mesmerised by the impossibility of what she was seeing, until the first pass of his tongue along her center dragged a low moan from her throat. The room swam in her vision, reeling off kilter; she was not a person anymore, just a flame dancing in tune to Liam's breath. Flaring up whenever he grazed her clit, subsiding at the slightest pause in the belief that he'd had enough - only to be proven wrong.

A pale hand fumbled down to slide into his hair, kneading the curls as pleasure fogged her brain and erased all thought. "Liam – " she whimpered, pleading without really knowing what else he could possibly do to make this better; already she struggled to stay upright on the counter, her chest heaving faster with the cresting ecstasy. Not yet... she didn't want it to be over so soon, yet he was so skilled with his tongue, so insistent just where she was mist sensitive...

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3

I thought you said forever over and over

If it were in his power to do so, Liam would gladly stay right here, on his knees before the woman he loved, for the rest of his life, content to bring her pleasure again and again before taking his own. His tongue swirled over her clit, a smile ghosting across his lips as Maea's fingers tangled in his hair and her breath began to come in sharp gasps. He shifted to slip one finger inside her, then two, curling them just slightly to press against the sensitive spot within and coax her closer to her climax.

Thrusting with his fingers, he flicked his tongue lightly over her clit, finding a rhythm that seemed to work for her. With his free hand, he traced a line up her stomach to cup her breast, toying lightly with her nipple. His name on her lips had his cock straining against the pants that he'd failed to allow Maea to take off before beginning his ministrations, but before doing anything about that, he was determined to finish what he'd started. Focusing instead on his efforts, he drove her relentlessly towards her orgasm.

A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

Liam

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

What an exquisite form of torture it would be, to be suspended forever in the sweet agony before release. Already Maea felt like she couldn't stand a second longer, even as one melded into the next. It was Liam's fault. He was the reason why she was here like this, why she ever oppened the lid to the chest containing all this want, all this need and lust and hunger. Not for food or drink or sweet treats, but for hands strong enough to hold her, a heart deep enough to contain all that she was. So often too much, too rigid, to harsh -

Only in his grasp did she soften. It was all his fault, and she forgave him with every whimpered moan. With his fingers pressing seemingly against the very essence of her being, how could she do anything else? He made the sweet agony into something beautiful, rich in meaning beyond the carnal desire for release, exactly what her vivid imagination required to feel loved. If they'd been attuned, he would have felt the way her mind extended towards him once his fingers drove her over the edge; if he'd been a telepath he would have seen her open like a garden of night blooming flowers beneath moonlight; soft and quiet, a secret intended for him alone.
Here, now, it was her arching spine and a deep moan that told him when she fell; the small fingers tugging on his hair, and the sweet taste of her release on his tongue all the rewards he got for his efforts.
Maea hoped he found it to be enough. Hoped it fulfilled him half as much as it did her, when all she could do for long moments was to cling to the counter - halfway to sliding off - and drag deep breaths into her lungs. Gone, adrift, unsure why her cheeks felt damp with tears when all she felt was bliss.

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3

I thought you said forever over and over

Maea arched against his mouth, a deep moan falling from her lips, and Liam thought that surely this must be bliss. As his lover fell apart beneath his ministrations, already he was prepared to put her back together, to reel her back in from the cliff she'd fallen over. He didn't need to be Attuned to feel the emotion within her, nor did he need to be a telepath to sense her blooming beneath his touch. Certainly either of those would have made it clearer to Liam, but he'd long since grown accustomed to Maea's tells almost without having realized it.

So as the hand on her breast slipped down, the fingers inside her slowing and withdrawing, the soldier kissed his way back up her body, standing to lean his forehead against hers even as he cupped her face tenderly in his hands. His thumbs gently traced her cheekbones, wiping away any dampness that he found there. For long moments, he simply stood with her, waiting for her to come down from her high. Gods, but he loved her. He could tell her a thousand times and it would never be enough - so he would strive to show her, each and every day, in a thousand different ways. This was only one of them.

And if all she wanted now was to sink into the tub, he'd join her gladly, without expectation of anything in return. But if she wanted more, he would gladly oblige her every wish - anything she wanted, if it was in his power to provide. But the ball was in her court now.

A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

Liam

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

Returning back to the present moment was a process, eased by more of the same that had sent her flying. Only softer, slower, tender rasher that egging on. Feeling returned to her arm, allowing her to wrap them around Liam's neck. Ragged breathing slowed, easing as she leaned her cheek into his palm, a dreamy smile playing on swollen lips. Kissing his wrist, then craning her neck up to kiss his chin, his cheek, his mouth in lingering caresses, with returning strength came clarity of thought - and if the smoldering look in her eyes was anything to go by, Maea had every intention of returning the favor.

"My turn," she murmured against his lips, and inched forward until she could slide off the counter. Sliding her naked body down along the soldier's front, she leaned into him for a moment as if to steady herself. And kept pressing, a slender hand firm against her lover's exposed chest as she pushed him backwards, step by careful step, until his back was against the wall.
Flushed and hazy-eyed from her own pleasure, the color in her eyes had deepened into vibrant amethyst, rich with promise as she let her gaze glide over his body. Lingering, starved; it lingered on the bulge his trousers strained to contain, lust swirling low and greedy in her abdomen. Unquenched, still, as difficult to put out as it once would have been to kindle. 

"When you said you wanted to feel me around you... " she drawled in a tone heavy with suggestion, as she looked back up to meet his eyes, "I suppose you had something specific in mind? More than this, right?" Caressing his skin, sliding first one, then both hands around his back, her fingers dipping beneath the waist of his trousers. Surrounding him, just like he'd said. "Tell me more about what you want, my love. I want to know everything your heart desires." Wanted to fulfill even his wildest dreams, one by one, day after day - starting right now.

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3

I thought you said forever over and over

Liam was nothing if not patient, and he caressed Maea's cheeks tenderly as he waited for her to return to him. Savoring his success, he waited until her arms came around his neck, a sweet smile playing on her lips; then he returned her kisses, feeling it as they shifted from tender and soft to insistent. He stepped back to let her off the counter, but she didn't stop there; Liam backed until he hit the wall, his breath catching as he relinquished control to his partner.

He flashed a crooked grin at the suggestion in Maea's voice as she slipped her arms around him. Wrapping his arms around her in return, he traced idle patterns on her lower back. Her body was pressed against the bare skin of his chest, his shirt hanging open from where she'd began removing it earlier. "I want..." he murmured, dipping his head to capture her lips with his. "To feel your lips around my cock." Then he chuckled roughly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "At least... that's what I want first."

A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

Liam

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

Sampling his mouth like a fine wine, Maea ran her tongue along his bottom lip before nipping it playfully with sharp fangs. "You're greedy," she grinned, wickedly pleased with his frankness, "that's very good. And luckily for you, this genie has no limit to her wishing counter."

Savoring one more kiss, deep and lingering, when she pulled back it was only to set out on a journey down his neck, a soft tongue lapping skin as often as she placed little bites on her path. Never hard enough to break skin, just startling enough to coax a reaction from him, she grew bolder every time, until she reached the hollow beneath his sternum. Then she sank to her knees upon the bathroom floor, kneeling before him amid scattered rose petals and discarded clothes, fingers busy with undoing the fastenings of his pants. Struggling briefly with a button, anticipation rose as cloth fell away, freeing the erection from its constraints. His scent overwhelmed her, heady rich with musk and want; casting her gaze upwards, it was with deliberate, teasing slowness that she raised a single finger to slide along the lelngth of him, so silky soft beneath her hand. The way she wanted to torment him with feathery touches and see how close to the edge she could bring him bordered on cruelty, on obsession; all because how she adored how intense he sometimes got.

The first kiss was a gentle whisper, like a pre-emptive apology, or maybe a last warning – then her lips parted as she leaned forward, taking as much of his cock as she could fit into the moist heat of her mouth.

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3

I thought you said forever over and over

Liam’s breath hitched as Maea nipped at his lip, wanting nothing more than to take her to the floor, where he could make love to her until she could no longer think straight. But there would be time for that later, perhaps, this time, in an actual bed. ”I’m always greedy when it comes to you,” he admitted. She pressed one more lingering kiss to his lips, and then she was gone, kissing a trail down the column of his neck, her tongue flicking out and her teeth nipping at sensitive skin as she went. With each such teasing motion, Liam’s hips rolled into her, seemingly of their own accord. He couldn’t get enough of her, of them, of this. He wasn’t sure he ever would.

Maea unbuttoned his pants with agonizing slowness, freeing his erection before tracing a single finger down its length. And, gods, how he’d beg her for more, if that was what she wanted, desire coursing through him as his cock twitched beneath her fingertip. She kissed him gently, and that was his last warning before her lips closed around him, taking him deep within her mouth. Liam let out a strangled groan, half curse and half prayer, tilting his head back against the wall for a brief moment as pleasure wracked his body. His hands tangled in her hair, mindful of her horns, and his hips rocked towards her, demanding more, more, more, until all he could think of was his need for her. He wouldn’t last long, he knew, but he would enjoy every moment until his inevitable release.

A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

Liam

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

Eternity could never compete against moments like this. The beauty of moving through time was how they could be together again and again, and not two times would ever be the same. Had life ever been more wonderful than right now? Maea hardly recognised herself in the woman who could draw such sounds of a man and who shared his pleasure without reservations. She liked this version of her. Liked who she became in Liam's presence, so calm and confident and at peace like he was the answer to every question she'd ever asked.

Caressing his erection with her tongue to the rhythm set by his hips she groaned in response, her core pounding with want all over again. This man... gods, what power he held over her. How easily he could shatter her if he wished to. What fortune for her that he was the better of them; kinder, wiser, far more of a healer than she. How she admired thise things in him; like a lighthouse towards whom she could navigate, in order to become the best version of herself.

Not to mention, he was really good at driving her halfway out of her mind at times like these. With his hands fisted into her hair she kept egging him on, one hand closing around the base of his cock to aid in covering all of it, neglecting not an inch of skin. Her free hand caressed his hip for a time, before gliding down to scrape the inside of his thigh with light fingernails; figuring that if it felt good for her, surely it had to be nice for him, too.

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3