She's draped over his front, her belly pressed against his wet cock, her breasts pushing against his chest, her hands framing her face. He supposes it wouldn't be entirely inaccurate to say she was made for him, as strange as it sounds.
"That's convenient," he murmurs, turning his head a little to catch her lips in a proper kiss. "Because I don't plan on letting you go that easy ever again."
"Good," she says quietly, fingers spreading on his cheeks and jaw. "I do not want you to ever let me go."
Not ever again. She can't promise there won't be problems -- especially when people figure out who and what she is -- but separating them will not happen.
She rocks her hips against him once, a silent query, and a request.
"I won't," he promises, giving her a lingering kiss, letting his eyes close briefly.
He doesn't want to think about what will happen when people find out who Gipsy really is, how she was made, all that. It's too much. He's only just got her back, he doesn't want to lose her now.
Thankfully, her hips rocking against him is a pretty good distraction.
"Gimme your hand, love," he murmurs, reaching for the one he licked earlier. While he would love to tip her over and fuck her properly, this is still her first time, and he's planning on working up to the grand finale as it were. This is enough for right now.
She sighs briefly into his mouth, losing herself in that sweet, tender and passionate kiss of his. The only part of the future on her mind right now is I am with him, he is with me, and that is how it's going to stay. There's nothing else to consider, because anything else is absolutely unacceptable.
"Mmm?" She looks at him in mild confusion, but slips her hand into his, blue eyes questioning, wondering, and wanting.
He wants to do all kinds of things to her, wants to teach her, guide her, hell, even defile her a little bit. She's so pure, it's almost frightening.
What he does, instead, is take her hand and guide it between them, closing her fingers around his cock again and covering her hand with his own, showing her how he likes it when he does this to himself, the pace, the grip, the little twist of his wrist on the upstroke. She's a clever girl, she'll figure it out.
Please defile her, Hercules; that look in her eyes indicates that she is practically begging for him to do it.
She lets him guide her entirely, fingers closing around him as he takes control of the movements. It doesn't take long for her to pick up on what it is he's doing, and what he's showing her.
Like he knew she would, she picks up what's going on very quickly, and it doesn't take long for Hercules to let his hand slide off of hers, letting her take the reins and finish this herself.
He should be embarrassed by how quickly she's got him teetering on the edge of release, his ribs expanding as he sucks in great deep breaths, tongue darting out to wet his lips, groaning quietly.
"Fuck, Gipsy..." He slides his arm around her and cups her face with the other hand, pulling her in for a kiss so he can muffle his shout against her lips when he can't hold on any more and gives in, his dick twitching in her grasp as he shoots, wet and messy, all over his stomach.
Gipsy is so goddamn pleased with herself that she cannot keep the self satisfied smirk off her face. If she remembers correctly (because she does, it's part of the perk of having a computerized brain), he hadn't said the brunettes name. Not like he'd just said hers.
He makes them both sticky and wet, and Gipsy could care less. He's barely muffling the shout against her lips and she kisses him hard, dragging it out of him with both hand and tongue. She strokes to completion and only once she's positive that he's done and he's soft and twitching in her hand does she stop, free hand still touching his cheek and neck.
She keeps going until he's sensitive and twitching and even past that, but he doesn't have the heart to pull her hand away. Not when it still feels that good.
But finally her hand slows and she spreads it on his belly instead, a satisfied look on her face that has him huffing out a breathless laugh. She can probably feel his heartbeat thundering under his skin.
"Oh, Jesus," he breathes, stroking her hair with shaking hands. "I think you broke me, darling."
"No, sweetheart, this doesn't have to stay," he says, watching her with slightly shocked eyes as she brings her hand up to her mouth and carefully licks her fingers, tasting his come.
"I just don't think I can feel my legs at the moment, so I might need a moment, yeah."
"I care very deeply for you," she says softly, lips brushing against his with every word. "I need you to tell me if ever I do something to upset you, so that it can be prevented in the future, if possible."
She's got no idea how to be human, not really. She's going to need some guidance.
And...possibly a friend in Mako. For girl talk, and bitching about boyfriends.
She nibbles a little on his lower lip, seemingly satisfied with that answer. Assured that she hasn't rendered him in capacitated, Gipsy is less nervous and ready to keep going. She doesn't really realize he needs more than a literal minute.
He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "God, I've created a monster."
He stretches a little, feeling really pretty damn good, and nods. "A towel would be nice, if you don't mind. They should be in the bathroom." He doesn't really feel like standing to be honest.
Then a thought occurs to him. "Do you need to sleep, darling?"
She will get it for him, waiting to answer that question until she comes back. Handing it over, she settles back into the bed to rest on her side, eyes on him.
"In a way, yes. It's difficult to describe, but I do require rest."
Herc makes no secret of the way he watches Gipsy walk away from him, the sway of her hips (totally unconscious, he knows that much, Gipsy hasn't been socialized by growing up in a society like theirs to know how to purposefully be seductive) and the swish of her mussed-up hair as she moves making his breath catch in his throat.
The towel she hands him is used for the briefest of wipe-downs, because Hercules has had an emotionally trying day and that, coupled with a very satisfying orgasm, has made him more than a little sleepy.
Yes, typical man, as soon as he gets his rocks off, he wants a nap. He can't help it, okay.
"Good. Makes it easier for you to sleep with me, then," he says, tossing the towel away and rolling out of bed just long enough to peel the covers back, exposing the pristine sheets that are just calling his name.
She smiles at him, and is going to just slide into that bed and those nice
sheets of his and reach for him, hands wanting more contact, always.
“Forever,” she confirms, pulling him in tight against her, grip leaving no
room for argument. She’s on her back, arms around him, his cheek on her
shoulder.
“You need rest, Hercules.” Her hands smooth over his body soothingly and
she buries her nose in his hair. “I cannot kick you out of the drift, but I
can make sure that you sleep.”
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:06 am (UTC)Gipsy cups his face in turn, lingering over him as she moves to dot his face with soft kisses.
"And I am yours, Hercules Hansen. For as long as you will have me."
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:11 am (UTC)"That's convenient," he murmurs, turning his head a little to catch her lips in a proper kiss. "Because I don't plan on letting you go that easy ever again."
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:13 am (UTC)Not ever again. She can't promise there won't be problems -- especially when people figure out who and what she is -- but separating them will not happen.
She rocks her hips against him once, a silent query, and a request.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:26 am (UTC)He doesn't want to think about what will happen when people find out who Gipsy really is, how she was made, all that. It's too much. He's only just got her back, he doesn't want to lose her now.
Thankfully, her hips rocking against him is a pretty good distraction.
"Gimme your hand, love," he murmurs, reaching for the one he licked earlier. While he would love to tip her over and fuck her properly, this is still her first time, and he's planning on working up to the grand finale as it were. This is enough for right now.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:29 am (UTC)"Mmm?" She looks at him in mild confusion, but slips her hand into his, blue eyes questioning, wondering, and wanting.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:36 am (UTC)What he does, instead, is take her hand and guide it between them, closing her fingers around his cock again and covering her hand with his own, showing her how he likes it when he does this to himself, the pace, the grip, the little twist of his wrist on the upstroke. She's a clever girl, she'll figure it out.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:39 am (UTC)She lets him guide her entirely, fingers closing around him as he takes control of the movements. It doesn't take long for her to pick up on what it is he's doing, and what he's showing her.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:48 am (UTC)He should be embarrassed by how quickly she's got him teetering on the edge of release, his ribs expanding as he sucks in great deep breaths, tongue darting out to wet his lips, groaning quietly.
"Fuck, Gipsy..." He slides his arm around her and cups her face with the other hand, pulling her in for a kiss so he can muffle his shout against her lips when he can't hold on any more and gives in, his dick twitching in her grasp as he shoots, wet and messy, all over his stomach.
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Date: 2013-07-22 04:53 am (UTC)He makes them both sticky and wet, and Gipsy could care less. He's barely muffling the shout against her lips and she kisses him hard, dragging it out of him with both hand and tongue. She strokes to completion and only once she's positive that he's done and he's soft and twitching in her hand does she stop, free hand still touching his cheek and neck.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:00 am (UTC)But finally her hand slows and she spreads it on his belly instead, a satisfied look on her face that has him huffing out a breathless laugh. She can probably feel his heartbeat thundering under his skin.
"Oh, Jesus," he breathes, stroking her hair with shaking hands. "I think you broke me, darling."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:04 am (UTC)She still wants more -- all of him, but Gipsy is patient, for now.
"...Does this...have to remain?" Her hands are sticky, and she holds up a hand, eying it carefully before bringing her fingers to her lips to taste.
"Or do you require a moment..?" To get a towel.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:09 am (UTC)"I just don't think I can feel my legs at the moment, so I might need a moment, yeah."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:12 am (UTC)"...I've rendered you paralyzed?" Gipsy gives him a bit of an alarmed look. "I'm -- so sorry, it isn't...permanent, is it?" Please tell her no.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:14 am (UTC)"No, love, it's not permanent." He laughs quietly. "Come here, let me kiss you."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:16 am (UTC)The last thing she ever wanted was for him to experience pain - any kind of it. She doesn't want to cause him more.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:21 am (UTC)"You didn't, Gipsy, you didn't."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:24 am (UTC)She's got no idea how to be human, not really. She's going to need some guidance.
And...possibly a friend in Mako. For girl talk, and bitching about boyfriends.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:26 am (UTC)Though he wouldn't be sad to see her making a friend in Mako. Poor girl could use some companionship.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:29 am (UTC)She nibbles a little on his lower lip, seemingly satisfied with that answer. Assured that she hasn't rendered him in capacitated, Gipsy is less nervous and ready to keep going. She doesn't really realize he needs more than a literal minute.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:32 am (UTC)"I think that's all I can manage for tonight, though. I'm not as young as I used to be."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:35 am (UTC)"Tomorrow, then. Tonight, you will rest." She's eager to continue, but doesn't push. Much. It's been a taxing day for him, she's sure.
"Should I find you a towel?" She tilts her head. "Can you stand yet?"
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:39 am (UTC)He stretches a little, feeling really pretty damn good, and nods. "A towel would be nice, if you don't mind. They should be in the bathroom." He doesn't really feel like standing to be honest.
Then a thought occurs to him. "Do you need to sleep, darling?"
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:43 am (UTC)"In a way, yes. It's difficult to describe, but I do require rest."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:50 am (UTC)The towel she hands him is used for the briefest of wipe-downs, because Hercules has had an emotionally trying day and that, coupled with a very satisfying orgasm, has made him more than a little sleepy.
Yes, typical man, as soon as he gets his rocks off, he wants a nap. He can't help it, okay.
"Good. Makes it easier for you to sleep with me, then," he says, tossing the towel away and rolling out of bed just long enough to peel the covers back, exposing the pristine sheets that are just calling his name.
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:20 pm (UTC)She smiles at him, and is going to just slide into that bed and those nice sheets of his and reach for him, hands wanting more contact, always.
“Forever,” she confirms, pulling him in tight against her, grip leaving no room for argument. She’s on her back, arms around him, his cheek on her shoulder.
“You need rest, Hercules.” Her hands smooth over his body soothingly and she buries her nose in his hair. “I cannot kick you out of the drift, but I can make sure that you sleep.”
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