[ She is hardly aware of the table digging into the back of her thigh. Her hand curls around the back of his head and one of her ankles presses into his back. He feels good. There is no better way to describe it, really. He's warm - especially warm - and she feels no discomfort or self consciousness, willing to let herself go with a whimper and a groan. ]
[ After being gone for so long, after being interrupted from their initial reunion, Natalie feels better than he remembers. He's trying to keep it slow, to savor this, but with her around him it's difficult to focus long enough to keep track of their pace. Before he realizes it, he's moving faster, his breath hot on her skin. ]
[ With all they've done so far, she's not very far from the end. What she wants is to see him satisfied because she knows he deserves a break from a rough quest. Because she wants to be the one who will bring him there. Almost inaudibly, she pants his name. ]
[ He can feel her bringing him closer, and hearing his name fall from her lips like that always pushes him further. The hand in her hand pulls her to him for a kiss, the other moving from her to squeeze her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. ]
[ She never has to worry about cold hands from him and his hands all over her is something that she thinks about often. Happily obliging, she whimpers, exhaling with warm breath against his ear once their kiss ends. ]
More.
[ It's a relatively weak command, even as her nails run down his back. ]
[ It's impossible to stifle a groan at that, and he doesn't try. And Natalie can have whatever she wants, as far as he's concerned - and he gives it to her with a smile. ]
[ It's crazy how something like this can make someone forget about everything else and focus on the person in front of them, how it leaves her completely open when she had spent so long shutting out other people. She knows he finds it hard to believe sometimes, but he makes her feel something electric when they're together like this.
Natalie pants like she's been running for an hour and clings to him, crying out when he's hit that spot. ]
[ Leo may never understand it, but he counts himself lucky nonetheless. Right now, the thought doesn't even cross his mind; his world has narrowed to just the two of them here, connected, and nothing else matters but making sure she's enjoying this as much as he is.
And that sound makes it pretty clear she is. It's all he needs to hear to reach the end, thrusting into her hard. His grip tightens, and he accidentally pulling on her hair a little as he gasps her name. He'll apologize about that later. ]
Ah- [ She makes a noise of mild annoyance at the hair tug, her head jerking in that direction. Each movement gets another noise out of her, rougher yet higher pitched than the last.
With a jerk of her hips and a muffled cry against his shoulder, she sees colors behind her eyelids and sinks into the sensation - a very worthwhile feeling after an extended separation. And Natalie is still, just for a bit, chuckling softly to herself and not pulling away. ]
[ He leans against her with a dumb smile as he catches his breath. Extricating his hand from her hair, he seems to realize that he pulled on it, and gives her a sheepish look, murmuring, ] Um. Sorry about that.
It's okay. [ She whispers, shaking her hair out a little as she sort of winds herself around him in a way that only happens after they've had sex. With a kiss pressed to his dumb smile, she lingers there, her eyes half open as she lets the warmth settle over her. ]
[ He shakes his head, but doesn't answer, settling for wrapping his arms tight around her waist. He likes how Natalie kind of... drapes herself around him, after that. It's... nice. ]
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More.
[ It's a relatively weak command, even as her nails run down his back. ]
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Natalie pants like she's been running for an hour and clings to him, crying out when he's hit that spot. ]
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And that sound makes it pretty clear she is. It's all he needs to hear to reach the end, thrusting into her hard. His grip tightens, and he accidentally pulling on her hair a little as he gasps her name. He'll apologize about that later. ]
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With a jerk of her hips and a muffled cry against his shoulder, she sees colors behind her eyelids and sinks into the sensation - a very worthwhile feeling after an extended separation. And Natalie is still, just for a bit, chuckling softly to herself and not pulling away. ]
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