It is a good way to cap off what few words he can manage. His agreement is unconditional, but he's too busy dragging his lips across her neck, peppering with kisses while he strokes deeper, to think of anything prettier to say.
It is absolute. They are each other's. Each one holding a bleeding heart of the other's in their hand. Cradling. And at no better position to cause overwhelming pain.
However, that is a consequence to learn about later. With every further push inside her, with every gasp caught between them, they both go closer. He holds her tighter, and the vines bloom and bloom. It's as if her order to let himself go really was an order. And Jaskier follows it to the letter.
He comes after her with a moan, arms shaking to keep his weight lifted above her. But gods, the heat that roams over them, through them --
Shit.
Without a word, he moves to fall down beside her. Just a deep breath, a shudder. His silence doesn't last long, however, and the vines slowly begin to unwind from her arms, his magic having sucked his energy dry. "Gods. That was incredible."
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It is absolute. They are each other's. Each one holding a bleeding heart of the other's in their hand. Cradling. And at no better position to cause overwhelming pain.
However, that is a consequence to learn about later. With every further push inside her, with every gasp caught between them, they both go closer. He holds her tighter, and the vines bloom and bloom. It's as if her order to let himself go really was an order. And Jaskier follows it to the letter.
He comes after her with a moan, arms shaking to keep his weight lifted above her. But gods, the heat that roams over them, through them --
Shit.
Without a word, he moves to fall down beside her. Just a deep breath, a shudder. His silence doesn't last long, however, and the vines slowly begin to unwind from her arms, his magic having sucked his energy dry. "Gods. That was incredible."