When her body was pressed back against him, it allowed Roland the opportunity to become more secured on the bed. And his arms wrapped around her to pull her up with him. It was far too surreal, this warmth between them. Roland opened his eyes to make sure she was still there, not simply a phantom that spirited away in the night.
A peek at her eyes, that half-lidded gaze there, and he could only respond with hungry nips at her mouth, which had far too long had gone unkissed. Or at the very least, not kissed well. He stayed beneath her until she was secured in his arms again, rolling them both onto their sides and he shifted himself onto his knees, positioning himself above her. It hadn't taken much. And maybe all the years he'd been gone had left him a little more than hard-up.
She'd feel something rigid pressed against her leg, and when he stared down to look between him, his face was flushed a furious crimson, not unlike the color of Red Legion garb. "You won't have to miss it much longer," he panted, grinning against her lips, tucking his arms underneath her as he positioned himself between her legs. His hands found tepid flesh, nails digging in deep to her hips, encouraging her to trap him within the web of her limbs, finding heat, and sliding within.
The motion was slow, and with it, he shivered, and released a moan that had been trapped for far too long inside. How he'd waited to find himself with Alanna like this. Only he would know the passion she was capable of underneath everything else. And he shifted his hips in a slow rhythm, letting his body become familiar with what made her tick once more.
He grinned, maybe even cockily so, as he tucked his face into her neck, lapping there, and biting at the rushing pulse beside her throat. "Gods....Alanna," he whimpered. Not, not after almost 6 years, was he going to let himself get trigger happy.
