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[personal profile] killtime 2019-07-12 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't know how he can say it so readily, with what sounds like such certainty — that he loves her, that it's worth it. Doesn't he remember when she ran away? When she lied to them, cruelly and pointlessly, in a desperate bid to deny her feelings. How can he say that to her, that she's the best thing that's ever happened to him? She can barely stand the sentiment — it makes her heart feel too fucking full for her chest, threatening to burst. She doesn't know how she could ever be deserving of love like that.

But she doesn't want to let it go either. He tells her to stay and it pierces through the haze of her orgasm, the words somehow even more poignant than the shuddering aftershocks that have her twitching around him and breathing hard. Stay, he says, and she wants to, even though some exposed and vulnerable part of her feels the compulsion to pick up and stumble off to the other side of the ship before he can see her too clearly for what she is — raw, uncertain, and so in love with him that it keeps her awake at night. It's an instinct that makes a momentary little tension rise in her shoulders as he holds her — but it lasts for that one moment only. The tension eases, and she turns to bury her face against his chest, seeking refuge in that instead.

Muffled, she answers at length:
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Sparring with you will never be the same again.

[ Maybe it's a deflection, a wry little something to draw attention away from the vulnerability she feels as the afterglow sets in — but it says something too, that she doesn't pull away. That she lingers, willingly, letting the tide of her breath even out as she listens to the beat of his heart do the same. ]
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ENDTAG??? WE DID IT WE DONE TOOK HIS VAGINITY

[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-07-14 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
No, [ Rex says, a hint of a laugh in his voice, smoothing his hand soothingly down her back, as firm and reassuring as he always is. ] It's going to be a lot more fun. I fully intend for this to have a few repeat performances.

[ Now that they've - well, gotten it out of the way is the wrong way to put it. But now that they've bridged this gap between them, they've got time to make up for, and Rex intends to get to that with great enthusiasm. For now, though, he's happy to lay here for as long as Andy will allow, ignoring the sharp ridges of the floor digging into his back, the way his skin, tacky with drying sweat, sticks to the metal, as comfortable in the afterglow as if they were cuddled up in bed. He turns his head into that mop of hair of hers, breathes her in, and lets himself sink into a happy doze where he'll stay until either one of them gets too sore to lie here any longer or if Poe wanders in to see where they've wandered off to. And maybe then they'll just do it all over again.

Why not? For once in their lives, they've got time. ]