Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
He sounds far more put together than she knows he is. Or perhaps, in contrast, she is so strung-out and high on pleasure that the differences between them are laughably distinct. He doesn't tip over until she does - and gods, how grateful she is for magic sometimes, fuck all that anti-Abandoned sentiment - but it's such a subtle difference in timing that his pleasure only elevates her own. The come-down takes a while, Evie perched in Deimos' lap with thighs shaking and each huff of breath caressing his neck where she rests her cheek on his shoulder. An easy, languid embrace - until she tilts against him, urging him back down against the petal-filled bedsheets to lay over his chest.
"I think I'd call that a perfect start to our honeymoon," Evie murmurs into his chest, smiling as her hands find idle patterns on his pecs and arms. Far from the end to their first night, but they certainly need a short breather.
