[She cries out as he moves inside her, trying to get closer, deeper, more. Always more. There's a little bit of fear building up behind all of the want and need and hunger, making her shudder. This isn't him, she thinks, screaming into the kiss and moaning at the hot breath in her ear. This isn't Robin, it's something bigger than that.]
-Gluttony. [It's a whimper that turns into a cry when he bites down on her throat. She's trembling now and moving against him, trying to get closer, trying to get more even as her breath comes in moaning gasps. More heat, more skin, more of his touch. She moves against him, around him, offering up everything.]
[There. That absolute peak of need, making her completely open to him. Tinged with the fear of knowing what he was, but being unable to resist the addiction - it was perfect. He released her throat and straightened to pull her close to him, sliding his hand onto her back and pressing her close up against him, skin flush against skin, a contrast of his scars against her smooth, flawless flesh - he could mark her, he thought, a quick flash of an image. He had, bruising the skin of her neck with his mouth, a darkness blossoming there. He wanted to see more of that, to give her little painful, thrilling reminders of what it was to be touched by him... mm, he would. Later.]
Very good, Ivy. Such beautiful hunger - I want to sate it, feel it grow again, oh, yes. I want to fuck you, hard, just as you want me to. You're ready, aren't you? You want it, don't you? [He still wanted to hear her say it, make her say it, so he pauses to let her say whatever she can before pulling his fingers out, stroking along the inside of her thighs softly, wetly. He leaves another pause, enough to make her feel empty and needful again, to crave fulfillment, before he uses his now free hand, still slick with her, to guide himself into her, just sliding in the head and gasping at the warmth around him, wanting more - but waiting. Always making her want it, first, to feel her need. Delicious.]
[She clung to him, gasping, when he pulled her close, reveling in the heat of his skin. The feeling of someone alive and warm against her. She whimpered, shivering, when he spoke, moaned at the loss of his fingers. She didn't want... She wanted more, she didn't want to stop, didn't want him to stop. She had to tell him that, had to...]
Yes. Please, please- I want it, want you to fuck me. [She pressed her mouth against his neck and face, hot, hungry kisses. She didn't want this to stop ever, wanted to keep him down in the grass with her forever... Oh but he would leave wouldn't he? They all left, always. It just made her want him more.] Please... Everything, I want you- Gluttony.
[He smiles, making a contented noise low in his throat at the feel of her kisses against him, her heat and need filling him. He pushed himself inside her with a deep, rough groan, thrusting in to the hilt, deep and hard - a reward for her words. Tell him more, need him more, speak your love and affection, and you will receive all you want and more - the unspoken message he forced into her consciousness, letting it scathe across her.
With one hand still on her back, gripping her and holding her close, he brings the other up, sliding it between them to cup her breast and squeeze, hard - on that thrilling edge of pain.]
Do you want me to hurt you, too, Ivy [It was barely a whisper.] Is that something you want? You can say no - just tell me the truth. All the things you want from me, however they might have shamed you, the dark, secret desires - let them out. There's no shame with me, only more of what you want. Everything you want.
[She hangs on to him, desperate, moaning when he finally buries himself in her. She buries her face against the curve of his shoulder, breathing in the smell of him. So warm, so good. She doesn't want this to end, not even when he squeezes her breast and forces a whimper out of her.]
...No... Please, I don't want to hurt anymore. [The arms around him tighten and her legs slide up and over his legs and hips, begging with her body.] I want you, love you, so warm. You're like sunlight. [She doesn't know why she's saying any of this, except that it's true and that she wants it. She presses more kisses over his neck and shoulder and doesn't think.] I want you here, want him here. Always. I don't want to be alone in the dark.
[His grip on her breast gentles, stroking softly, brushing over her nipple. He's here to feed her wants, after all - as much as his own. He makes a soft shushing noise, soothing.]
As you want, Ivy. All that you want, over and over again. Always more. [He holds onto her and moves his hips, slow and gentle at first, getting her used to the sensation of him moving inside of her before he starts thrusting deeper and harder - and he will, oh, he will.]
I'll be gentle with you, Ivy, even though I'm going to fuck you hard - I won't hurt you. But I will have to leave you, just for a while, after this, you know that. And you know you'll be left wanting me, wanting more, and I'll come back and give it to you. When your hunger is at it's peak.
[She doesn't really have a sense of herself anymore. She's lost in the feeling, the wanting and actually, truly having, but still so desperate for more. She makes soft sweet noises against his skin as her thrusts into her.]
Yes- oh- Yes... Please. Love you, everything. [She shivers when he speaks, telling her what her logical mind (buried so deep under the want) already knows, promising what she hungers for. Promises, he's always kept his promises... She kisses from the corner of his mouth to his ear, teasing the lobe and gasping hot.] Yes.
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-Gluttony. [It's a whimper that turns into a cry when he bites down on her throat. She's trembling now and moving against him, trying to get closer, trying to get more even as her breath comes in moaning gasps. More heat, more skin, more of his touch. She moves against him, around him, offering up everything.]
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Very good, Ivy. Such beautiful hunger - I want to sate it, feel it grow again, oh, yes. I want to fuck you, hard, just as you want me to. You're ready, aren't you? You want it, don't you? [He still wanted to hear her say it, make her say it, so he pauses to let her say whatever she can before pulling his fingers out, stroking along the inside of her thighs softly, wetly. He leaves another pause, enough to make her feel empty and needful again, to crave fulfillment, before he uses his now free hand, still slick with her, to guide himself into her, just sliding in the head and gasping at the warmth around him, wanting more - but waiting. Always making her want it, first, to feel her need. Delicious.]
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Yes. Please, please- I want it, want you to fuck me. [She pressed her mouth against his neck and face, hot, hungry kisses. She didn't want this to stop ever, wanted to keep him down in the grass with her forever... Oh but he would leave wouldn't he? They all left, always. It just made her want him more.] Please... Everything, I want you- Gluttony.
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With one hand still on her back, gripping her and holding her close, he brings the other up, sliding it between them to cup her breast and squeeze, hard - on that thrilling edge of pain.]
Do you want me to hurt you, too, Ivy [It was barely a whisper.] Is that something you want? You can say no - just tell me the truth. All the things you want from me, however they might have shamed you, the dark, secret desires - let them out. There's no shame with me, only more of what you want. Everything you want.
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...No... Please, I don't want to hurt anymore. [The arms around him tighten and her legs slide up and over his legs and hips, begging with her body.] I want you, love you, so warm. You're like sunlight. [She doesn't know why she's saying any of this, except that it's true and that she wants it. She presses more kisses over his neck and shoulder and doesn't think.] I want you here, want him here. Always. I don't want to be alone in the dark.
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As you want, Ivy. All that you want, over and over again. Always more. [He holds onto her and moves his hips, slow and gentle at first, getting her used to the sensation of him moving inside of her before he starts thrusting deeper and harder - and he will, oh, he will.]
I'll be gentle with you, Ivy, even though I'm going to fuck you hard - I won't hurt you. But I will have to leave you, just for a while, after this, you know that. And you know you'll be left wanting me, wanting more, and I'll come back and give it to you. When your hunger is at it's peak.
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Yes- oh- Yes... Please. Love you, everything. [She shivers when he speaks, telling her what her logical mind (buried so deep under the want) already knows, promising what she hungers for. Promises, he's always kept his promises... She kisses from the corner of his mouth to his ear, teasing the lobe and gasping hot.] Yes.