[SE] Ignore all the burdens that you keep

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Maea cried out, and then Liam was moving, his lips against hers and his thrusts growing quicker and deeper – giving in, at last, to his need for her. There was nothing but her, surrounding him, urging him on, until she was suddenly coming apart in his arms, pulsing around him –

And along with a deep sense of satisfaction that this was what he could do to her, there was a driving lust to follow her into his own release. He quickened his pace as she rode out her orgasm, and then: ”Maea,” he panted, ”I’m going to –“

Liam’s climax came over him quickly, a wave cresting that he couldn’t have delayed further even if he’d wanted to. He captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss as it washed through him. After a moment, his lips softened on hers, placing one, two, three gentler kisses to her bruised lips, and then he leaned his forehead against hers breathlessly. Simply being there with her, in the aftermath of their combined pleasure, was more than enough to sate him.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

Everything he took she gave gladly, ecstatically. All he gave her in return, of passion and love, was tucked safely away in the left inside pocket of her heart. It felt like so much more than sex, this union. It was proof that their promises of passion weren't just talk, proof that the attraction was as real as the warm friendship it had grown out of. Perhaps having only one of those things would have been enough for a few more years, but eventually they likely would have drifted apart, needing more to feel fulfilled. Now though… Now they had both, and in the highest high of her release, when she felt Liam reach his own culmination alongside her, Maea felt a sense of completion like none other. Like a void within her had been filled with the finality of a new landmass rising out of the sea.

She settled back into herself gradually. The sharp edges of her desire were polished off, like cream skimmed off of milk, but she suspected it wouldn't take much to get her going again. For now though, this was good. To share breath with Liam, foreheads connected while the pulse slowed. Caressing his mouth with her lips like she was sampling wine. Languishing in the feel of him, Maea dragged her nails lightly across his scalp; stretching herself out beneath him with all the lazy sensuality of a drowsy cat, as she was in no hurry to let him go or get out from beneath him. He wasn't heavy, only comforting; his weight was all the proof she needed that this was real.

It really happened. She had just slept with Liam… and he was incredible.

A mischievous smile spread slowly against his lips. Listening for a reaction, the ancient clenched her core around him again, making herself as tight as she could; just to feel him, to see what would happen.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

It was everything that Liam could have dreamed it would be, and as his breath began to slow and he began to come back to himself, the soldier looked down at Maea, stretched luxuriously out beneath him, and fought the urge to pinch himself. Surely this had to be a dream. It was just too good to be true, and yet… here they were.

The world slowly began to come back into focus: the soft bedroll beneath them, the drip of water into the pool nearby, the refracted lights from their hundreds of crystalline lanterns dancing across Maea’s skin. She kissed him slowly, sensually, and he responded in kind, smiling against her lips with the rightness of it all. Her nails dragged at his scalp and he hummed his approval – only to groan lightly as Maea clenched around him, a mischievous smile on her face. His cock twitched in response, and the soldier chuckled. If she wanted a round two, all she had to do was ask.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

What began as a giggle of delight at the very satisfying sound he made turned into a gasp as the slight movement of his length inside her sent pleasure ricocheting through her, zipping up and down her spine and lacing like branched lightning into every limb. 
"I can't seem to get enough of you," she murmured, quiet as a confession while she pressed herself slowly against him. More… yes, she wanted more. But slowly, deeply - she wanted to imprint the shape of his hands and the lean strength of his body onto herself so that she'd never be able to mistake anyone else for him.
It didn't have to be now, though. Unless he wanted to… She hardly needed persuading. All he had to do was touch her again, kiss her again; simply stoke the fire and watch it flare back to life.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Liam grinned at Maea’s delighted giggle, though it turned mischievous as she gasped. It certainly didn’t take much for him to be prepared for more, not when it was Maea still wrapped around him. ”Nor I you,” he murmured, relishing in the shape of her body against his. This was something he would gladly become accustomed to: the feel of her, the taste of her, the sounds she made – it all combined into something that Liam wanted to memorize over and over.

He rolled his hips experimentally, his breath hitching even as he watched for Maea’s reaction. A part of him wanted more – not, perhaps, with the frantic need of the first time, but more all the same. He wanted to take her slowly, deeply, reverently, until she was completely and utterly sated. He wanted to learn every breathy sound and every writhing movement until it was all that he could dream about.

He nuzzled against her neck, pressing his lips beneath her ear. ”What do you want, Maea?” he asked her, his voice husky and rough. Because really, truly, that was all that mattered – her wants, her desires, and everything he would do to make them come true.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

It should please him to find her immediately responding to the movement of his hips - and cock - with a throaty little moan. Clearly not past embarrassment yet, she blushed and was halfway through hiding behind a hand when she gave it up as pointless. How could she ever conceal her lust for him after this? He knew by now, and what could she possibly gain by hiding it anyway? Nothing, nothing, and why would she want to run from the pleasure he was capable of showering upon her? Even so, knowing that Liam witnessed her in this unveiled state touched upon some of her deepest insecurities. Handing over control to someone else was a huge thing for Maea at the best of times, and in this moment all her walls were down. Making her truly vulnerable, afraid of doing or saying anything wrong.

What did she want? Letting her head fall back to rest upon the bedroll, her tail slid down the back of his leg only to trail back up again. "You," her answer came immediately, then more slowly she added, "this." A beat of silence followed. If he wanted specific details, it would be harder to find an answer. She didn't want to think back upon what things some other man might have done that hit the right spots, and she didn't want to recall ever knowing anyone but Liam. "I… want to be yours," came her final response; he could do with that what he wished. Mark her, claim her over and over again, condition her body to respond to his slightest touch - if it pleased former dragoon mister Liam Dawson, then that's what she wanted too.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

It did please him to find her ready and wanting, but her blush gave him pause. Not because it wasn’t lovely to know the effect he had on her, but that she felt the need to try to hide it. Stilling immediately, Liam reached to cup her face with a hand, running his thumb over her lower lip. His eyes were soft, loving; he might not have known the reason behind her sudden shyness, but he would love her through it anyway.

Liam didn’t need details. Those would be more fun to figure out on his own. But knowing that she was just as aroused by him as he was by her, that she wanted him, this, had him hardening again, ready to give her whatever he could, however he could. Anything at all that she asked of him, he would do without question.

”You are mine,” he reminded her, in a gentle, if slightly possessive, tone. ”And I am yours.” He reached for her hand, twining his fingers into hers. ”You have me,” he told her. ”Completely. Anything you want from me, love. It’s yours.”

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

The tenderness of his eyes softened something brittle that tried to rise up in her, melting a half-formed wall of clear ice before it had a chance to solidify. Bad habits did not break easily, it seemed. She'd spent so many years running from emotion that confronting them now felt uncomfortable. Not bad, exactly, only different. New, and unaccustomed as a pair of boots fresh off the rack. Tremors more felt than seen shook her lip, but stilled beneath his thumb. Opening her mouth, Maea caught the pad of it between sharp fangs; not hard, not enough to break skin, not for any reason but whim and impulse. 
If she was a cat, the possessive undercurrent lacing through his words would have made her purr. It definitely set the heat rising in her, a heady surge of lust brought high by the swell of his erection within her. What she wanted… what was there to want other than this? She hardly knew what to ask for, or what she'd like to do for him, and could she really ask for [i]anything?[/] It had her heart pounding, slamming against ribs - a trapped bird catching the scent of fresh air and longing to break free. 
"Then, I want to… come, again," she breathed, astounded that she got the words out without withering away on the spot. The blush deepened, and she dragged her arm up to cover her eyes; still her fingers laced through his, so it likely wouldn't last long, but just for a moment… "Please?"

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

He hoped that one day, Maea’s walls would come crashing down for good, at least where he was concerned. But until that day came, he would be right here to reassure her: to coax her hands from over her face or soothe the blush from her cheeks. In the meantime, his breath hitched as she caught his thumb between her fangs, not hard enough to break skin, but just enough to taunt. He could feel her pulse pounding in her chest, so closely were they pressed together. He could watch it flutter at her throat.

This time, when she breathed her desires into the scant space between them, Liam allowed his arm to move so that she could cover her eyes while keeping their fingers intertwined. Just for a moment, even though it pained him to watch her hide away from him, as though there were some judgment she expected him to pass that would find her wanting. But where the first time had been about them both, this time would be about her. Wholly, completely, and part of what that meant to Liam was allowing her a moment when she needed it.

”As you wish,” he murmured, rolling his hips again. Slowly, sensuously, fully intending to take his time, to find each spot that made Maea moan or whimper, and go worship each and every one. He kissed her then, releasing her hand to skim his fingertips lightly down her side, aiming to tease and arouse, bringing her slowly back towards an inevitable pinnacle.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

If she was a book, he'd find it easy to read her pages. Never very adept at concealing her emotions, here even the thin veneer of bravado had been set aside, like a mask removed. It had no place in this cavern, in this moment where she was giving her all to her lover, better saved for dealing with strangers and enemies that didn't need to know her inner workings. Liam did need to. Had earned that right, by virtue of his loyalty and care; for him she would bring the walls down, if it took her a hundred years or more.

Liam would find that slow, even thrust of his hips had all tension - what little had tried to build ‐ bleeding away from her gaze. The deeper and firmer he speared her the more pronounced her breath became, truly as if she'd like it best of all to take him beneath her own skin. Trailing fingers down her side elicited a soft hum, entirely comfortable - until he grazed the hollow between hip and belly and caused a muscle just beneath the skin to twitch, sudden and decidedly ticklish. Catching herself in the midst of a flinch and a squirm, Maea bit down on nervous laughter - half convinced their love making could turn into a tickling match given half a chance.

She did peak out from beneath her underarm, at least; eyes bright against the rosy cheeks, laughing through the uncertainty - trusting, at the end of the day, that Liam would stop if she really wanted him to.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Maea would find that Liam, too, was easy to read. Here, now, with her, there was only openness and honesty in his hazel eyes. Only the desire to love her and worship her and please her, laid bare upon the cavern floor.

The thrust of his hips chased away any lingering tension on Maea’s face - or on what he could see of it, anyway, from beneath her arm. His trailing fingers elicited a hum, and then a sudden flinching half-laugh; filing the spot away for later, Liam nonetheless continued his exploration. His hips moved slowly, steadily, rocking more so than snapping back and forth, and as Maea peeked out from beneath her arm, laughing, Liam couldn’t help but join her.

Leaning forward to kiss her, chasing her laughter and joy and trust , Liam slipped his hand behind her back, encouraging her to arch into him and leaving the ticklish spot behind. Instead, the soldier rolled to the side, pulling Maea with him until she was straddling him, her pale hair cascading over her shoulders. With both hands now free, he reached to tuck a lock behind her ear, running his fingers through the silky strands as he cupped the back of her head to pull her in for another kiss.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

Another weakness of hers was the easy strength of his, that let him move her about like she weighed nothing. Made her weak at the knees it did, caught her off guard - because it was hard to argue when her feet no longer touched the ground, or when he hovered over her with those determined woodland eyes locked in. To find herself straddling him… Now that was a different kind of view. Slightly hazy in her vision as pleasure fogged her brain, Maea did notice how big he actually was, and how well she fit against his chest despite their size differences. The contrast of their skin tones fascinated her just as much, even as she was pulled down against him; he always made her think of precious metals and sandstone, of amber and verdant places, moss agates and tiger's eye -
The comparisons sputtered out as the kiss lingered, evaporating like mist before his sun. Scattered thoughts refocused on Liam and the tingling trail left by the brush of his fingers against her ear and scalp. There was something feline over the way she nudged her head into his palm, mutely asking him to do more like that; a likeness accentuated by the coiling tail, forever marking her as slightly other.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

The two of them rolled, and with Maea now on top, Liam took a moment to enjoy the view as his hand skimmed up to toy with her hair. She was ethereally beautiful, really, like something that was too good and too perfect for Caido, and Liam was struck once more by the need to care for and protect, to keep her safe from anything that tried to tear her down. Even though he knew that Maea was perfectly capable of protecting herself, it was still there, but right here and now, there was nothing to keep her safe from. There was only peace within the walls of their little cavern, and Liam was determined to preserve it by any means necessary.

Maea nudged her head into his hand, seeming to like the way he played with her hair. He reached with his other hand to mimic the motions of the first, running his fingers across her scalp. His kiss was lingering, his touch reverent, and as Maea settled atop him, Liam thrust up, the angle different in this position but no less intoxicating for the change.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

Her head and neck had always been areas of particular delight to her, and that had not changed. If anything, the horns jutting from the sides just behind the temples had added to the sensitivity of those areas. The pale crescents themselves were of keratine, hollow and without feeling, but the place where they connected to her skull was full of nerve endings. The shudder down her spine as Liam obliged her and ran his digits through the silver bright hair was visceral, almost as potent as if he'd grazed a nipple.

"Mmh, that feels good," she breathed – then groaned in surprise as Liam bucked his pelvis up, driving himself so deeply into her that Maea felt her consciousness blackout for a fraction of a second; hitting some incredible spot that had her grinding against him, her hips rolling and angling eagerly to try and feel that sensation again.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //