[There is a form of surrealism to this, because as natural as it does feel like a part of her that is now made better, it would have been impossible to guess that they'd be having sex in a car in the middle of the night. As two complete beings, at that.
Namine really isn't too far behind him, she's given enough time to register what's happening, catch the look on his face, meet that final thrust that catapults her over the edge as well. Short, but loud, Namine cries out, the strength in her arms all but completely evaporating. She has to rest her forehead on his shoulder, breathing heavily.
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Namine really isn't too far behind him, she's given enough time to register what's happening, catch the look on his face, meet that final thrust that catapults her over the edge as well. Short, but loud, Namine cries out, the strength in her arms all but completely evaporating. She has to rest her forehead on his shoulder, breathing heavily.
Damn.]