Through a Glass Darkly [M]

[Lion]

Mercuxio's breath hitched at her responses, the little breaths she made, where she panted and arched her back into his touch. He didn't know if it was just the alcohol talking or if the sped up heart beat in his chest was because he wanted her. He let out a low slow breath, shuddering and releasing a soft moan as he settled between her legs, her skin so soft and untouched. He was still on his hands and knees, holding himself above her with one and letting the free hand rove her body.  A thumb brushed over her nipple, feeling the bump of hardened tips, and flushed state of her pale skin.

"Did you?" Stupid. Don't parrot the questions back to her, he chided himself.  "Fucking hell.  Aveline." He panted hotly against her lips as she took his hand and pressed it down her body, down to that spot he'd favored before with a few fingers. Rubbing at her again, he focused his hand slowly letting her twitch and moan to the little motions of his fingers on her body.

"Yeah," he panted. His lips pursed to kiss at hers and he tugged on her bottom lip, pulling it with his and sliding his tongue inside her mouth again. "We can make love.  This...is supposed to feel good. If something is uncomfortable, then I can adjust so that it feels wonderful. God... Aveline...you're so hot."

He pulled his hand away with some reluctance. Fuck he watch her face and listen to her mewl forever, but the little whines would wait a bit as he settled more between her legs and brushed his tip against her entrance.

"I slip inside you. Into your heat...And our bodies become one," he explained gently, moaning against her mouth, and kissing down her neck, and pressing himself against her, so that that heat slicked him up and made entry all that much easier.

[Draconian]

Everything was nice and good feeling, she writhed against his hand, her breath was hot against her lips and when he kissed her she moaned into his mouth. Her fingers pressing through his hair and moving down to squeeze at his shoulders, arching towards his hand between her legs, more than happy to accept more of those careful touches.

Aveline shifted her hips slightly and blinked up at Mercuxio, waiting and patient and tense and so ready.  Eager and waiting and wriggling for it. Aveline chewed on her lower lip, body shivering slightly and there was a tense feeling in her belly when she finally watched Mercuxio crawl up between her legs. It wasn't shame it was just... Unfamiliar and what if she did this wrong?

Turning her head slightly, the tingles and sweet feelings didn't go away, but they were backseat to the strange unfamiliar fullness. Aveline shifted her hips and bent her legs to rest her feet near Mercuxio's thighs, cradling him between her own.

"That's it?" She whispered, opening an eye to peek at him through her lashes. The stories were all about how much everything hurt. The shame of feeling pleasure from it and... Aveline let her eyes drift closed and she rolled her hips ever so slightly. "I was expecting this to be much worse," she said voice soft, moving her hands from his shoulders to the front, slipping her arms under his to gentle drag her fingertips down his back.

"I like you being so close," She whispered, shifting her hips again and enjoying the closeness of this strange man that was now her husband more than the tingling of pleasure just out of reach. "Can we do this every night? A nice intimate kind of hug before we sleep?" Aveline's eyes closed briefly and she smiled up at him, shifting again because she knew there was something else that was supposed to be there besides feeling content. "Is this it? This is nice."

[Lion]

Sure his head was swimming with want and need and lots and lots of wine. Mercuxio grumbled slightly, rubbing himself against Aveline's wet heat, feeling that slickness and how easy it would be to just slip inside her. She shifted her hips, hooking them around her thighs and he breathed in the scent just around her neck, panting softly and taking in the wifts of her essence from her hair.

She smelled sweet, wonderful, earthy. "I like being close to you too," he nodded to her, kissing along her neck and throat and rolling his hips under hers just when having her rubbing against him wasn't quite enough.

"Yeah. I'd like that a lot," he muttered. "I'd love to be close to you as often as possible."  Merric stole her lips with his once again, distracting her enough with a succulent kiss before he slipped inside, going slow and rolling his hips until he hitched his breath, feeling her envelope completely around him. He moaned softly, pressing his forehead to hers and looking into her eyes. 

"Are you ok? Does it hurt?" he asked, checking in and ready to pull out if it did.

[Draconian]

Did it hurt?

Aveline closed her eyes before she shifted her hips and smoothed her hands down her husband's back. Finger nails dragging gently down his spine before she wriggled a bit and finally cracked an eye open to look up at Mercuxio. It wasn't some explosion of pleasure but it was nice and she shook her head no before she licked her lips and moved her hands again. "It doesn't hurt," She whispered, voice breathy before she rolled her hips up against him. Aveline had never really considered what making love was going to be like.

Probably hadn't counted on it smelling like second hand wine.

Her hand moved to cup his cheek and she chewed on her lower lip while looking up at Mercuxio. Her heart picked up when she looked at him. Here they were, naked in a bed together. Married. Though the grand wedding hadn't taken place. Swallowing thickly, she stared up at him, eyes wide before she curled her legs around his to hold him close, rocking her hips in rhythm with his. "Merc--!" she breathed, head tipping back when she finally gave in to what little pleasures she felt.

It didn't matter that he had to get drunk to finally bed his wife. They could... Bond. Snuggle. Make love. Aveline chewed her lower lip, back arching and lifting an arm up to grab at the headboard, briefly thinking about what a tangled mess her hair is going to be the next morning. It was a strange sensation to get used to, having someone writhing for their pleasure against you. Aveline relished in it though, falling into the more carnal desires easily. Hips moving up and down, eyes falling closed while she focused on the strange tingling pleasure just out of reach. "Mercuxio," She whispered, mouth falling open again before she turned her head and simply chewed on her lip. "Is there more?" She breathed, casting her bright eyes to him, cheeks flushed and lips red from biting them.

[Lion]

She wasn't the only one flushed from head to toe with whatever carnal lust was coursing through him. Was it the wine? Hmm, it was definitely part of it. Was it the fact that she was fairly determined he wasn't interested in her sexually but had to do his duty to spawn an heir regardless? Or was he just screwing her out of spite to her sheer sense of doubt?  Hmmm, maybe some awkward combination of all the above.

Mercuxio hadn't a reason to be spiteful toward her. And he'd be dead wrong to think of her as anything less than devastatingly beautiful.

They'd been rocking together, steadily and in time, Meruxio undulating his hips as his movements elicited responses from her. He scooped her close to him, keeping their bodies tightly wound together, legs tangled in a mess as he rocked in deeper, rubbing his face along her neck and cheek, kissing along it.

Then the tinges of her body, the muscles tensing and wanting to lock up.  Mercuxio focused the parts that made her tense more. "Usually yeah. Sometimes. If it's pretty good," he mumbled and  and ground his hips harder in hers.

He kissed her lips again, moaning into her mouth. "Are you...f-feeling anything?" he panted back against her. He got the cloudback of his own breath against her and he wrinkled his face. "Yeah, my breath does stink....I'm sorry."  A soft chuckle followed, only to be interrupted by a moan as he drew closer to climax.