[His lips part, breathing the art she grants him as what little space existed between their bodies finds its end. He kisses her, only barely, the ghost of the touch left behind as she speaks her order.
And certainly it feels like one.
Doesn't he? He knows well, all of this, but particularly there is something that flows in his veins now which grants him some extra knowledge of her. Understanding of that tone in her voice, the darkness in it; what it means that the grip on his horn changes. It doesn't feel like the first time with her, or the first time here; it's the confidence found with a lover touched so many times before, eager to see her completion again.]
As my lady so eagerly desires.
[He purrs the words, dragging his palms over the naked, smooth skin of her thighs. He only watches her undressing, fascination open in his eyes and in his parted, swollen lips. Too quickly the sight vanishes as she leans down, yet he meets this kiss eagerly. It's all tongue and heat that sinks down into his very bones.
Wonderful he still has the experience now, to use one hand to guide himself to her, the other to take her hip, pulling it down in encouragement. Meeting together with the slightest angle, a sharp intake of his breath. Jaskier's hips rise to meet hers as he sinks inside, until the heat is enveloping and he's taking over the next kiss with a bruising intensity.]
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And certainly it feels like one.
Doesn't he? He knows well, all of this, but particularly there is something that flows in his veins now which grants him some extra knowledge of her. Understanding of that tone in her voice, the darkness in it; what it means that the grip on his horn changes. It doesn't feel like the first time with her, or the first time here; it's the confidence found with a lover touched so many times before, eager to see her completion again.]
As my lady so eagerly desires.
[He purrs the words, dragging his palms over the naked, smooth skin of her thighs. He only watches her undressing, fascination open in his eyes and in his parted, swollen lips. Too quickly the sight vanishes as she leans down, yet he meets this kiss eagerly. It's all tongue and heat that sinks down into his very bones.
Wonderful he still has the experience now, to use one hand to guide himself to her, the other to take her hip, pulling it down in encouragement. Meeting together with the slightest angle, a sharp intake of his breath. Jaskier's hips rise to meet hers as he sinks inside, until the heat is enveloping and he's taking over the next kiss with a bruising intensity.]