[ The dizzying pressure of him hilted inside of her builds quick, engulfs her by carrying into her ribcage; it's so much that her heart actually hurts, feels squeezed, but the ache is sweet, like bruise that she can't stop herself from prodding. He breaks away and she grabs the back of his head, her neck flopping bonelessly back to the bed. She babbles in a quiet murmur, just the same handful of begging words and babys over and over.
The bed cracks, not even for the first time this week, as she whimpers in response to her name. For a long moment, waves course over her, then ebb away like the tide. Everything is white in her mind, silent except for her own heartbeat; his breathing is the first outside noise to get back in.
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The bed cracks, not even for the first time this week, as she whimpers in response to her name. For a long moment, waves course over her, then ebb away like the tide. Everything is white in her mind, silent except for her own heartbeat; his breathing is the first outside noise to get back in.
She stays wrapped around him. ]