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[exilire]

[ he seems keen on pointing out what he thinks is the obvious, which amuses her on many levels. she's quite sure he has the power to boot her out of the dreaming state abruptly, if he chooses to; the fact that he doesn't and yields control to her completely, means he might have the intent to stay and find out where this dalliance leads further.

she gives him a slow, lazy half-smile, winding her fingers at the back of his unruly hair and shifting her hips against him, just a subtle nudge. she can still feel the tip of his cock inside her, both of them wet and slippery with their come; her movement stirs friction, the sensitivity making her gasp. ]

If that's true, then — and this is not an admission of guilt, by the way, [ she breathes, her voice teasing, ]

— what do you suggest I should do, to make up for the fact that I rushed things too quickly?

[dreamlords]

[ it's still hard to think when she's right there, heavy on top of him, warm against him. he swallows a few times and then blinks, trying to focus. ]

Do you think you need to make up for it? It still felt...good.

[ it had to him, at least. he doesn't know if there's a need to make up for something that was still amazingly satisfying but maybe that's just him. ]

[exilire]

[ it's probably too much to expect him to respond to sarcasm at this point, so she dials it down a bit, for his benefit.

still, though, she can’t help herself when it comes to teasing him. ]

Was that what it was? [ she ducks and buries her face in his neck, still warm from their activities but his skin there smooth and soft, and she presses a kiss against it with just the barest hint of teeth. ]

Just good, was it?

[ she shifts again, teasing out a little more of that friction with her hips, while she moves her mouth to the other side of his neck and nips him lightly, pressing a soothing kiss to the spot afterward. ]

Maybe I don’t need to make up for it…maybe that’s just an excuse to keep you here.

[dreamlords]

You're making assumptions.

[ and that's not very nice, is it? he's sure she'd be on his case if he was the one making assumptions. instead, he just hums a bit. ]

I haven't gone anywhere, have I?

[exilire]

That’s true…perhaps I am.

[ her voice is easy, soft, as she lifts her head away from his neck to meet his eyes again. ]

Perhaps I’m afraid you’re going to disappear, between one blink and the next. Isn’t that how abruptly dreams end, sometimes?

[dreamlords]

I suppose that depends on the dream.

[ he knows that dreams come in all shapes and sizes, all sorts of different ways to have them. sometimes, they draw out, sometimes, they end quickly, sometimes people remember them and sometimes they don't. ]

I don't dream so I wouldn't know.