He gave a low moan at the friction, the pressure, the warmth of her rubbing against him, a moan that was swallowed by the kiss, then he. Oh...
This felt so good it couldn't be right, and, yet, he knew it was. It only took him a moment of hesitation before he tilted his head back, exposing his throat in a gesture that he was keenly aware was an ultimate vulnerability... and turned him on even more.
Because this was her. Because his lips were already whispering her name almost noiselessly, before she whispered back. Those words. Those words that he both didn't understand and understood perfectly. Those words that nobody who did what he did should ever deserve, and yet - given freely. To him. By her. Eyes squeezed shut, he answered. All the demons help him, he answered in kind.
He shuddered, and held her closer. The flesh-and-blood fingers stroked the delicate nape of her neck (so little more than a child's, and yet - so much more). His other hand, oh so lightly, as much so as he could get feedback from the metal, moved down along her back - and then slid down between her legs, over the fabric of her underwear, sliding back and forth. She could get some of the pleasure of rubbing, too.
A deep breath. "Natalia... It - we are not prepared now to - come fully together, tonight. The next mission, I will get protection. But it is a bad idea without it. Do you... understand?" Words were difficult. But he was certain about this. The last thing they wanted, especially right now? Was her to get pregnant. (No child should be brought into this, and she was barely more than one, herself...)
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He gave a low moan at the friction, the pressure, the warmth of her rubbing against him, a moan that was swallowed by the kiss, then he. Oh...
This felt so good it couldn't be right, and, yet, he knew it was. It only took him a moment of hesitation before he tilted his head back, exposing his throat in a gesture that he was keenly aware was an ultimate vulnerability... and turned him on even more.
Because this was her. Because his lips were already whispering her name almost noiselessly, before she whispered back. Those words. Those words that he both didn't understand and understood perfectly. Those words that nobody who did what he did should ever deserve, and yet - given freely. To him. By her. Eyes squeezed shut, he answered. All the demons help him, he answered in kind.
He shuddered, and held her closer. The flesh-and-blood fingers stroked the delicate nape of her neck (so little more than a child's, and yet - so much more). His other hand, oh so lightly, as much so as he could get feedback from the metal, moved down along her back - and then slid down between her legs, over the fabric of her underwear, sliding back and forth. She could get some of the pleasure of rubbing, too.
A deep breath. "Natalia... It - we are not prepared now to - come fully together, tonight. The next mission, I will get protection. But it is a bad idea without it. Do you... understand?" Words were difficult. But he was certain about this. The last thing they wanted, especially right now? Was her to get pregnant. (No child should be brought into this, and she was barely more than one, herself...)