[ she shouldn't trust him, not because he'd ever seek to purposely hurt her, but because things have a way with taking the worst turn when he's involved, like it magnetizes to his every step — this is what you do, love. stride across the centuries and death follows, churning in your wake.
but he can't hear quell's warning in his head over the sound of clara's shaking breaths, over the i know that digs beneath his skin and gives him something to clutch onto, even if it isn't meant to last. the sting of her fingernails at his back keep him locked into the moment, transfixed on her, on the way she moves faster, fueling the heat even stronger between their bodies. his hands never leave her, an extension of his promise, rounding over her curves, feeling out the warmth of soft skin, his fingers kneading at a breast, his lips always ready for every desperate kiss she chases.
groans are deep in his throat, scratching like gravel, as he breathes hard. he isn't far from release either, but he grinds up with the intent to focus on hers, a large palm pressing against the small of her back to hold her close. there's something in how they're able to move together like this, learning fast, trusting easily, and he almost curses at how he hadn't been prepared for it, for how he'd feel in having something like this again.
with a shake of his breath, he mutters against her lips, overwhelmed by how much she surrounds him completely, in more ways than one. ] Clara.
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but he can't hear quell's warning in his head over the sound of clara's shaking breaths, over the i know that digs beneath his skin and gives him something to clutch onto, even if it isn't meant to last. the sting of her fingernails at his back keep him locked into the moment, transfixed on her, on the way she moves faster, fueling the heat even stronger between their bodies. his hands never leave her, an extension of his promise, rounding over her curves, feeling out the warmth of soft skin, his fingers kneading at a breast, his lips always ready for every desperate kiss she chases.
groans are deep in his throat, scratching like gravel, as he breathes hard. he isn't far from release either, but he grinds up with the intent to focus on hers, a large palm pressing against the small of her back to hold her close. there's something in how they're able to move together like this, learning fast, trusting easily, and he almost curses at how he hadn't been prepared for it, for how he'd feel in having something like this again.
with a shake of his breath, he mutters against her lips, overwhelmed by how much she surrounds him completely, in more ways than one. ] Clara.