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Against her thigh, he smiled at the little sounds that she made, letting himself stop just to hear them. He couldn’t imagine himself ever growing tired of them.

“Please.”

As soon as she had spoke, he moved himself forward to face her, letting his hand skim across her arm as he did, his chest just skimming her skin. He kept his gaze on her as he moved, not once blinking or looking away. He let his hand move to the bed as his hand pressed against the sheets.

When she grabbed at his shirt and pulled him in, his body reacted straight away, his other hand placing opposite the other, so that both of his arms were on either side of her, his hands close to touching her skin, yet far enough so that they still wouldn’t in the slightest movement.

He let out a more quick breath as her tongue touched the root of his mouth, letting his mouth part even more before he felt her hands pushing against his shirt. He kept his mouth close to hers as she pushed the shirt from his shoulders, before he let the shirt slide down his arms, taking it and chucking it to the floor so that it fell a few inches from her own shirt.

He didn’t protest as she pressed her hand against his chest, flipping their positions as she straddled him again. For a few moments he let his hand trace the side of her body, before he placed his hand back on the bed, looking up towards her.

He smirked as he felt her hand brush down his chest, “Hmmm, I’m perfectly fine with it.” He felt his skin react to her touch, before she took his hand and inter-winded his with her own. He brushed his thumb against her hand as she bent down to kiss him.

He opened his mouth to kiss her, letting himself nibble her bottom lip before she began to move her kisses, slipping lower down. He let his head rest back in the pillow as he felt her mouth against his bare skin, feeling his stomach contract as she reached the area, letting the one or two sounds come from his lips.

When she began to kiss his hips, he made a small sound as he closed his eyes for a moment, before she nibbled one of them and he opened them again.

“Fauna,” He said softly, looking back towards her as he brought her back up to face him. He kissed her again for a moment, pulling away from her slowly before he took both of her hands again.

He then, quickly flipped them again, so that they were in the same position as before, holding both their hands against the headboard as he began to kiss her again, letting it follow down her neck and to her shoulder, before he came to her bra strap. He pushed the material down her arm a bit with his kisses, before he lowered his kisses again, letting his hands fall from hers as he lent back so he was kneeling on the bed, her feet just touching his knees. He let his hand trail down her leg, stopping at her knee before it traveled back up again. 

He took his eyes from her legs to her for a moment again. He couldn’t help but to just look at her every so often.

He let his hand brush against the fabric, before he hooked his thumb into it and pulled them down, letting his hand follow them as he guided them off her legs. Once they were removed he placed them aside as he lent forward just a tad, kissing one of her legs that was slightly higher than the other.

She breathed against his skin at her name, trying to find her heartbeat, feeling his hands on her to bring her back to kiss her. In the back of her mind, the one that wasn’t concerned that she was pressed against Lumiere inch for inch, she considered if they just stopped here and kissed that could be enough.

But another part of her begged and pleaded. It wasn’t for the pleasure or the fact that she was in the bed of someone who was highly attractive and sweet and kind, but a desperation to be loved and consumed, let him in and don’t let him go. 

It was a dangerous way to think, especially considering where she had been a few years ago. But to let this go, let it decompose because she was afraid, would be foolish. And if it all ended and nothing came from them, then she’d deal with that bridge when she came to it. 

She squealed a little when he flipped them back over, arching her back against his and wondering why he was still decently dressed. She ground against him as he kissed her neck and shoulder, moving back to touch her legs, raising goosebumps. 

She couldn’t breathe when his fingers brushed her, pulling her underwear down excrutiatingly slow. 

There wasn’t going to be any going back. 

She raised herself up on her knees, her fingers opening the button to his pants, pulling the zipper down. 

She pulled away, knowing it would be awkward if she tried to completely undress him in their positions. So, keeping her eyes firmly on the sheets, she reached behind her, unclasping her bra and dropping it over the edge of the bed. And, still without looking at him, she reached for his hands, moving a little closer to him, kissing the knuckles of each very, very softly, before she placed them on her breasts, closing her eyes and gasping at the touch. 

(Source: joy--and--happiness, via monsieur-lumiere)

WHAT, OLIVER’S ANON? HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA

siamese-ifyouplease:

joy—and—happiness:

Alright, what size and do you have a preferred type?

Oh, well if you’re kidding. But you are having protected sex, right?

What’s protected sex?

Oh god, sorry I need to stop. Yes, Miss Fauna, I am very protected during intercourse, don’t you fret. Wouldn’t want little Amorys running around.

You scared me for a second.

No, you don’t want little Amory’s now, but it’s also a thing of disease, especially with multiple partners. 

And, no, there’s nothing wrong with multiple partners as long as you’re safe. 

siamese-ifyouplease:

joy—and—happiness:

Condoms.

Kidding. I just wanted to make you uncomfortable.

Alright, what size and do you have a preferred type?

Oh, well if you’re kidding. But you are having protected sex, right?