(SE) die a little to survive

A sudden bout of mist begins to swirl rather charmingly around your heels. It’s gone nearly as quickly as it came, followed by the indistinct sound of faraway laughter.

Breathe in now, do what you can

He doesn’t care what it is she chooses, whether it’s to run her hands along his skin and scars or whether it’s to continue threading them through his shorter curls, whether it’s to run her lips along the salt that clings to his flesh from the ocean, from the sweat of exertion. But while she debates he makes his own decisions, hands splaying along her hips, his blunt teeth at her throat, leaving marks behind, trailing them along her collarbone before he’s nosing his head up back toward her face.

There’s a part of him that relishes in the sound that leaves her as he slips inside her, groaning with the heat he feels. His hands loosen their hold a small amount, helping her with the movement of her hips against his as a shiver races down his spine, as his body trembles for a moment with restraint. It’s difficult, given the sand beneath him, but she holds on tighter and he noses his way into claiming her lips with his own before he pulls away with a nip to her lower lip.

Her plea is met with a throaty hum, his hands tightening around her hips, lifting her just enough that he can thrust to sink himself into her deeper, his hands wavering as he pulls her down along with, meeting in the middle as it were. “Let me hear you, Maeve.” He breathes, lifting her again to repeat the process, completely ignorant of the mist that gathers, of the sound of the faraway laughter, too absorbed by her.

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

totally sniped from odd ilu

Maeve

A choice is made and her lips are claimed by his all over again after he takes his fill from her throat. She can't help the hiss of breath that is pulled from her as he nips at her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth, drawing her closer with the movement. Her back arches, hips rocking forward as he guides them, setting a slow pace. Her hands slip up his chest to his shoulders. One finding its way into his curls, tightening at the nape of his neck, and the other clings to his shoulder. Her nails bite into his skin there, leaving crescent moon marks in place where his tattoos once were, giving him something new to wear there for now.

Her eyes flutter open, lips parting as a moan is pulled from her chest, lodging in her throat only to be knocked out by his next thrust. Jade meets steel, searching there for what he wants to hear, trying her best to string the words together. She doesn't give him what he wants right away. No, that would be too easy.

"What do you want to hear, Jata? That I think about each time we've been like this? That when I touch myself this is in my head?" She teases, lips twitching into a smirk, but it falters as he hits that deep spot inside of her that makes her see stars.

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Breathe in now, do what you can

His demand is made, throaty and husky and needy despite how he refrains from getting too greedy. It’s difficult when she digs her nails into his skin, as her fingers thread into his curls. It’s made more difficult by how she feels with him driving himself into her and the way she rocks with him. It’s satisfying, and with how she seems to lose her voice after he’s asked is something that he clings to in part amusement and in part pride.

Her tease arises a gruff hum of a laugh from him, tugging her down and keeping her there long enough for him to catch his breath, to keep her from moving her hips too much, moving his hand from her hip to between her legs, his thumb pressing in against her clit in slow circles as his length aches and throbs within her. “Mm, Maeve,” he begins, making a dramatic drawl of her name in his deeper, huskier accent, his thumb picking up speed as he tilts his head into her hand and peers up at her through a hazy gaze.

“Be a good girl. You know what I want.” He breathes, pressing his hips up slowly as his thumb moves with a bit more speed, perhaps aiming for her to reach that edge quickly.

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

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Maeve

His laugh sends a shiver down her spine, goosebumps raising across her skin as the sound caresses her like velvet. It's rich and decadent and she wants to drown in it, but nothing prepares her for the way he says her name. It isn't needy, though, there is an edge of need to it. No, it's almost in the shape of an admonishment. Pair it with his thumb against her clit and its deadly. Her cunt clenches around his length, hips jerking as she whimpers, bottom lip catching between her teeth as her fingers flex in his hair. He doesn't let her move, keeping her still with a hand on her hip, the pressure as consistent as his heady gaze.

The heat in her belly flares as his hips press up, leaving no space left inside of her, sinking into all the cracks and crevices. Another strangled sound leaves her as the muscles of her abdomen flex, trying desperately to keep herself upright as her thighs begin to tremble from the effort, pleasure like liquid fire through her veins. "Please, Jata... Please fuck me. I want you so bad. Need you." She finally gives in, a dam cracking as the words start to leak through, a slow trickle turning into a steady stream.

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Breathe in now, do what you can

Oh, he could have all the confidence in the world, but it still makes his breath hitch the second that she tightens around his cock. His thumb stutters with it as he restrains himself, works his mind into a way that makes it so he can regain control of himself, focusing on her to keep up his work, waiting for the answer to the demand he’s made.

And eventually, she gives in, Sunjata aching with the tension it took and the way her words fill him to the brim with exactly what he’s seeking. He keeps his thumb drawing circles on her clit, but he doesn’t hold her back anymore (sure she’ll be left with little small bruisings of fingerprints on her hips, though he doesn’t imagine she’ll complain much about that, as he lessens the pressure to help her ride him.

“Very good, Maeve.” He purrs as he moves his hips to meet her deeper each and every time, trying to draw her to the edge so that she might melt over it before he has a chance to.

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

totally sniped from odd ilu

Maeve

The hitch of breath that slips from him makes her eyes open, locking onto his face to take in the flush on his cheeks and the way his lips part, steel gaze almost black with his desire for her. She gives him what he seeks, lewd words falling from her lips in the most beautiful way, muscles aching with the way they jump and twitch as he keeps her from moving. His thumb never leaving her clit, driving her closer and closer towards that edge as she remains perched on top of him, too focused on him to even think of denying him what he wants. Too desperate for the release he's sure to give her.

Praise rings in her ears as he purrs her name, releasing her hips so she may finally move, desperate and faltering as she tries in vain to keep up with the brutal demand of his thrusts. It's too much all at once and she knows she's not going to last. There's absolutely no way. Not with the way he's looking at her. The way he's touching her like he'll die if he doesn't cover every inch of her skin. Certainly not with the way he's fucking her.

The wave crashes, flooding through her senses and wiping her mind blank, leaving nothing but that wonderful bubbly haze as she's left to cling to him. It's as if she's swept up in the foamy bubbles that sometimes wash up onto the shores of the coast, fizzling and popping, nerves bright with starlight as she's swept out to sea.

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Breathe in now, do what you can

She can’t keep up and he can’t blame her with the way he’s held her, has her positioned, but he can still give her his utmost attention, ensuring that with each and every rock of his hips that he drives her closer and closer toward that edge and in turn, himself. It’s always been difficult to fuck someone on sand, and Sunjata finds that he, too, grows somewhat weary with it, exhaustion tugging on his bones where he focuses so intensely on ensuring her comfort, on ensuring her own release.

Eventually, though, the wave crashes and she sinks against his body, his chest hot as a radiator, sticky with the salt and brine from a mixture of sweat and the ocean’s own drifting humidity. But he can feel her as she crashes and it’s enough to send him over the edge, arms wrapping around her as he groans against her neck, into her hair, rocking slowly with her with the aftershocks of her own climax to attain drawing himself out.

He's panting, nearly limp, but he hasn’t moved yet – instead, focusing on catching his breath, on cooling her off – even though there’s the promise of cleaning up in the water after the fact.

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

totally sniped from odd ilu

Maeve

His groan reverberates through her bones, making her shiver and twitch, collapsing against his chest in a heap as she pants. Her breath is warm against his throat, lips lazily covering his pulse, pressing a gentle kiss there as her hands trail over his skin idly. Eyes still closed and nerves still buzzing, Maeve doesn't move beyond the tracing of her fingers over his skin, her lips staying at his pulse. There is a delicious sort of ache between her legs that's she's not felt for some time and Maeve relishes in it for as long as he allows.

Words don't come to her, brain still hazy, caught in that fuzzy afterglow that doesn't fade right away. She sighs, nuzzling into his skin, drawing his scent into her lungs and relaxing at how familiar it is. Limp and boneless, Maeve can't bring herself to move, not even to shift herself off of him even as he goes soft inside her.

"How was that for a distraction?" The Nightshade finally breathes, huffing something of a laugh against his still fluttering pulse, chest rising and falling evenly now.

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Breathe in now, do what you can

It’s hazy and he isn’t sure how much time passes, but he does know that exhaustion seems to cling to his bones in every movement, especially with how he’s holding himself up to keep her resting against him. An arm wraps around her middle eventually as he can feel her lips against his pulse, his breath calming down now that everything has passed. “Exactly what was needed.” He rumbles toward her, his voice throaty and hoarse.

“Was it for you?” He asks, the thumb on the hand that rests on her back slowly draws in light circles, waiting for her answer and for him to find the will within himself to move, a feat that seems to become more and more difficult as the minutes tick on. He isn’t cold, thankfully, his body still quite the heater these days,  but the sand has become far less comfortable than he had originally anticipated for. “Almost ready to clean up?”

the flood

And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now

totally sniped from odd ilu

Maeve

Another laugh is exhaled against his skin, lips curling into a smile as they press to his pulse, humming with the weight of his arm around her slender waist. "Good... Hopefully this glow lasts for a little bit." She murmurs, her own voice slightly hoarse as she remains in his embrace, not having it in herself to untangle from him yet. He's too warm beneath her and the need to be held hasn't gone away just yet. She's going to soak it up while she can.

"Mmm.. Yes. It's been a while and I think I've been neglecting myself a little too much." The Nightshade confesses, somehow managing to relax further against his chest as his thumb circles the notches on her spine, chasing away any remaining tension. They don't move for some time. Neither of them willing to leave the quiet calm they've found there. It's only when she finally acknowledges the sand sticking to her skin and the mess between her legs that Maeve nods.

And if she stays in his arms while they swim too, the two of them indulging in each other until the sun threatens to rise on the horizon, no one is none the wiser.

~FIN <3~

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth