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[ If this were any other time, he might have been more slow and gentle with this. Take his time, touch her all over in places and ways that would make her sigh. But desperation runs hot through his veins and apparently, hers as well. An explosion of emotions and feelings and desires for one another - for one thing - that anything slow and gentle just won't do, isn't what's needed in this moment here in the dark. It's that rough, raw, insatiable passion they both crave from each other and it's exactly why he has her up against the wall like this.

With only a couple seconds for a moment to breathe, he kisses her again. Hard. Hands gripping at her breasts through her dress as he rocks up into her desperately. His head spins, grunts and sighs leaving his lips with practically every thrust into her. She's tight, she's warm, she's wrapped around him in ways he never thought she would be, though he'd be a damn liar to say he hadn't wondered about it once or twice.

He kisses at her cheek, her neck, trailing wet marks down her jaw until he finds her lips again, hands slipping down to grasp more tightly at slender hips, needing to pull her more into him with every quick, hard thrust. ]

Edited 2019-10-30 06:14 (UTC)

[ Luna hadn't realized, at least until right now, that Nyx was having similar thoughts and feelings to her own. That he, too, felt the attraction that they clearly had towards one another. That her own wasn't just one sided. He doesn't strike her as the type to be so impulsive, either... on the battlefield yes, but not when it comes to these matters. Nyx really is the whole package and more; he's kind, protective, caring, respectful, handsome. Even now, even in the heat of the moment there's a feeling of being safe with him, as if despite the fact they are currently up against a wall in the middle of the living room, in his presence they are the only two in this world and they are safe.

His hands are all over the place, but hers aren't idle, either. They move up and down his back; sometimes in light touches, other moments they clutch onto his shoulders as if she's holding on for dear life, her short nails lightly marking him up in places. Something she'll probably apologize later for, of course. If she even realizes that she's made any kind of scratch on him period.

There's something building up within her, though. It's as if a tightly coiled spring is being pulled taught, and with each thrust it's getting closer and closer to popping in all of the right ways. She murmurs his name, it's quiet but desperate as she leans back in to capture his lips, tugging him flush against her body, legs tightening around his hips and fingers finding their way into his hair. ]

[ She's not the only one who feels something building up within and it drives his movements to become harder and quicker and deeper. The way she wraps herself around him, holds him tight in ways he can't even remember being held before... it's enough to drive any man into such a desperate, needy state, and there's still a part of him somewhere that can't believe this is actually happening between them.

The only thing he can hear in the darkness of the cabin is the desperate sounds of their fucking in the dark and their ragged breathing which falls against flushed skin. Giving in like this is apparently something they've both needed and as much as he wants to draw it out, to slide in and out of her over and over again, with how desperate and needy they are with one another like this, it's bound to be short-lived.

His lips brush over hers, the gentle caress of her name nothing more than a strained whisper. She's so warm, so gorgeous even in the darkness like this. She's everything he shouldn't have and yet he's inside her, pushing her up against the wall with every thrust he makes her take and she sounds so lovely as she begs for more in her own way. ]

[ He can slide in and out of her again later. Probably. She doesn't know if this is ever going to happen again, honestly, or what comes after this. She's not really thinking about that right now, though; she's thinking more along the lines of what's happening in the moment. The way he feels inside her, the way he surrounds her.

She's usually a composed woman, able to keep her emotions and needs, whatever they may be, in check. But he's made her come completely undone, taken every and all of her inhibitions away. All she knows right now is him and the way he fills her and makes her feel something truly pleasant for the first time in years.

She can't help it, the way she buries her face into his neck and inhales, taking in his scent and everything that is him. Her whimper of his name is muffled against his skin, at least until she finally lifts her head so that she can press her forehead against his, a hand lightly pressed to his cheek. A few hard thrusts later, she cries out as that tightly wound coil finally comes undone within her, and she quivers, pushing her hips up against his hard. ]

[ What comes later doesn't even matter in this moment between them, despite it approaching quicker and quicker with every thrust he makes into her. The so-called consequences of this moment of theirs... can there really be any? They're both adults, both free of any sort of relationship, but Luna... whether or not she harbors lingering feelings for the young king is... something he's not so sure about, something he might simply be a replacement for in the physical sense. Regardless, she's here. Pressed flush against him and the wall. Moving as he does. Feeling what he does. Letting everything out for the first time in a long time.

He feels her hand to his cheek and it's enough to lazily have his eyes open. It's difficult to see in the darkness of the cabin, the flickering of their lanterns not giving much in the way of light, but he doesn't need to see her. He can feel her all around him in a way he never has before and, in a lot of ways, it's more close and real to him than if he were able to see her with his eyes.

Teeth drag along her lower lip, groaning as eyes fall shut and he feels the way she pushes against him. He's far too gone to try and resist this, resist her, and so he holds tight to her, arms wrapping around her back, his breathing mixed with her own and head spinning in the heat of having her coming undone against him like this... and he joins her. A strangled groan leaving his lips as his face buries against the crook of her neck and he spills inside so warmly with everything he has. Too late to pull out, part of him not wanting to. But he holds her close with fingers digging into her flushed skin, keeping her there against the wall. A mess in so many ways within the darkness of the cabin. ]

[ Luna's a worrier. Even if she doesn't let anyone else see it, she worries, she thinks ahead... it's just how her brain is wired. Except she didn't really think ahead this time around, considering what is currently transpiring... not that it matters. She just knows that this, whatever it may be and whatever it may lead to, feels right and is something that as supposed to happen.

She can feel something spill into her, something warm and she knows exactly what that is. She's not too worried, not concerned about anything coming of it. They're dead, after all... procreation can't exactly happen between two very deceased people. As he buries his face into her neck, she runs her fingers through his hair, a gesture meant to be soothing, something that just comes naturally after everything.

Even as she pets his hair and tries to catch her breath, her brain is booting back up and kicking into overdrive. They just did this, this really happened; they just had sex, out in the open where anyone could just barge in. Does she regret it? No. Never. But now she has no idea what is going to happen, how this is supposed to work.

It's what makes her lean in, press her cheek against his own and close her eyes. It's okay for right now... right now, she just wants to remain close, even if for a little while, and not think about what comes next. ]

[ She's not the only one wondering that now, even as he slowly comes down from that high he's managed to get himself on and with the help of her wrapped so tightly around him. The weight of this moment slowly begins to descend upon him and as he holds her there against the wall, breathing heavy, he sighs against her neck. His eyes remain shut, the warmth beginning to recede and the coolness of the night air gently coming to touch his skin. Now comes the awkward part, right? ]

You ok?

[ He goes with that first, pulling back from the crook of her neck and lifting his head just enough to look to her through the darkness. It's still difficult to see and that might be a good thing, all things considered. But he's careful in the way he holds her there against the wall, not yet setting her down. ]

[ This is definitely a little bit awkward. Except not as much as it might be if they were both, you know, totally naked. And in the light. Fortunately, awkward though it may slightly be, Lunafreya trusts Nyx and if this had to happen with anyone, she's glad it was with him. But it still doesn't answer the question: what now? ]

Yes, very much so. Are you?

[ She meets his gaze when he lifts his head, a hand against his cheek again as she tries to gauge his reaction and tries to get a read on what he's feeling right now. Did he enjoy that, even? What if he didn't? What if he hates her after all of this? These are all thoughts that continue to come to her, even now.

What even are they now? Friends, still? Friends with... benefits?? Is that not what people call this? She's not even sure. ]

Lot better than I was a few minutes ago.

[ He chuckles softly at that, leaning into her touch for only a moment before he shifts then and, with care, eases her down from the wall, mindful of her hiking dress and all. Not as messy as it might have been any other way (or time?) but, not exactly without a bit of a mess either.

Now just comes the... confusing and awkward part. Though it shouldn't be, right? Not really. But considering where they are and who they have living with them... it might be. Just a bit. ]

I'm glad.

[ She sounds amused, at least, even as she leans in to press a warm kiss against the cheek that isn't covered by her hand. When she feels him shifting, she slowly loosens her legs from around his hips and allows him to lower her back down onto the floor. She's grateful for the decency of it all, honestly, but she's not entirely sure what happens now.

It would be easy to awkwardly walk off, but that's not her style. She's direct... always has been and always will be. Which is why after a few moments of silence, she peers up at him again. ]

...What do we do now?

[ Nothing like the direct approach, right?

But as she asks, he's tucking himself back into his pants, shirt... lost somewhere to the floor which he tries to spot through the darkness before he looks back to her with a drag of his teeth over his lower lip. Gently, he gives a shake of his head. ]

I... don't really know. Shower probably. I mean... you should. Probably.

[ This isn't exactly what she was talking about. Maybe he didn't realize that, or if he did, maybe he doesn't want to talk about that. Or... of anything that they just did. So the best approach is to just... brush it all off. Probably.

She glances off to the side. ]

Oh... yes. Of course. I will go do that. Unless you want to first.

[ Once more, he shakes his head, stepping back enough to have her slip by him. ]

Ladies first.

[ Yet before she does go to do that, he reaches out for her wrist, fingers gently wrapping around it, and pulls her close to him for a gentle brush of his lips over hers. A kiss. He lets it linger against her lips, forehead pressed to hers and eyes fallen shut. Sighing, he ducks his head some before he nods, meaning to pull back and let her go. ]

Make sure to get behind your ears.

Thank you. I won't be long, I promise.

[ She never is, not wanting to hog all of the warm water. She smiles at him and means to walk past him, but she feels his hand on her wrist, and she stops. It all happens so fast, the way he pulls her close and kisses her again. She is quick to return his affectionate kiss, her free hand finding the back of his neck. She enjoys the closeness, even if this all adds into her confusion.

When he pulls back, she leans up on her toes to press one last, quick kiss against his lips before he can retreat entirely, her smile widening somewhat. ]

I will make sure to do that specifically because of your request.

[ Giving him one last smile, she turns to head to the bathroom, to take a nice cold shower and wonder what the hell they are supposed to be now, what happens next. One step at a time... ]

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