etrayalogs | count me in as i do it--closed.

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count me in as i do it--closed.

WHO: Vander and Maria
WHEN: After the mission
WHERE: Their apartment
WHAT: Post mission talk
NOTES\WARNINGS: Discussions of death, murder, and trauma. NSFW.

[Maria had warned Vander that as soon as the mission was over, she would be seeking him out. and that had been before he died from what should have killed her. Vander didn't stand a chance of escaping her if he'd wanted to. the day they were returning, Maria found him and took his hand. squeezing it as tight as she could which probably felt like nothing to the much stronger man but it had to count for something. show him that she truly had no plans of letting him go.

going back, it was tense. not uncomfortable but all Maria wanted to do was be with him. hold him close and kiss him and tell him she loved him. the vision of his death, his last words, still kept playing in her mind. Vander coming back, soaked with blood, was not a sight she ever wanted to see again. but they had to behave. they had to talk about things, about them, and there was a lot to do. a lot to discuss. though the only word in her mind was his name, home, and how much she loved him.

Maria feels like she's basically jogging to get back to their apartment as soon as they land in Etraya. she doesn't want to talk to anybody else right now or see anybody. maybe it's selfish of her but she's held back so much when it comes to Vander, she's tired of doing it. after that mission, Maria doesn't plan to behave. Vander doesn't need her to behave anyway. he needs to know she's there for him, be held, and know just how much she understands him.

when they are back at their apartment, Maria is opening the door as quickly as she can and trying to pull him inside. her arms wrap around him and her head rests itself against his chest.]

I don't want to leave the apartment for a couple of days at least. Is that okay? I just don't want to lose sight of you.

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[Vander was glad to walk away from the mission and San Francisco as a city as well. There had been several incidences that stuck with him as the mission came to a close, and he wondered what affect that it would have on him overall. He had figured out his powers by then, and the manner in which he had done so was not how he expected to end the mission. He supposed that was the power of the anomaly, which he had felt so distant from until it affected those who he considered close to him and resulted in his powers being a boon and a curse.

He was set to return to Etraya, to the same old, same old licking of the wounds for a month before the cycle would repeat again. He sighed from his nose and closed his eyes as he waited for that return, then he turned his head as he felt a familiar hand sliding into his own and offering a squeeze. Air he hadn't known he had been holding into his lungs exhaled as he looked at Maria as she smiled up at him.

She was the bright spot from this mission and even now, she lit up the spaces that she stepped into. He lightly squeezed her hand in return, and he allowed himself time and space to breath with her as they returned to Etraya and the familiarity that it brought. She loved him, he reminded himself. He loved her. This was what was important to focus on: them.

Vander didn't resist as they made their way back to the apartment, and perhaps he allowed his long stride to take them faster in that direction. It reminded him of that time after Aphaia with the energy building between them, and the walk and that damn elevator ride was the longest it could be he expected. He did not allow impatience to stop him from watching her, admiring her, tracing every shift and curve with his eyes as they were held in this rising metal tube.

His smile was genuine and warm when she pulled him into the apartment like she was hauling a prize in from a boat. He release her hand at the same time as she did so he could encircle her with his arms and hold her close against his chest in kind. His heart beat in a gentle rhythmic lub-dub for her to hear. He kissed the crown of her head, humming softly.]

Yeah, yeah I can agree to those terms. I can't say I feel like going out except maybe for groceries so I can cook you a nice meal. Can we keep our post-mission date in here this time?

[sometimes Maria knew that Vander needed space, just like she did (even if the amount of socializing she did probably seemed like she did not need such a thing). but she couldn't imagine leaving Vander and the sigh that leaves her as Vander wraps his arms around her, puts his lips to her head, she feels relieved. hearing his heart, hearing how alive he is, makes her hold onto him tighter.]

We haven't had a post-mission date that was outside of this apartment in a while. Even at camp, we made our way back here anyway. [it was more of a tradition they kept this date to the apartment. which served them well because she wasn't sharing him right now.

she pulls back from holding him to take his face in her hands, looking over it. every detail that made him who he was, everything about this man that she loved. and here he was, alive and whole. no blood to be seen and she doesn't want to think about anything ugly right now. doesn't want him to think of anything horrible either because he deserves that much and more, Maria believes. one of her hands moves up into his hair and she meets his eyes. there's so much to say, isn't there? they need to talk. about what happened, about herself, and about them. but instead all she does is push his head down so she can rise up to meet him to kiss him. it starts softly and then she is kissing him deeper, pressing her body to his.]

Want to keep up this tradition, too?

[it's murmured against his lips because if he doesn't want this then he can say so right now and Maria can't say it's even about sex. but she wants to be as close to him as she possibly can, to feel his heart beating against hers and feel how very alive he is. and she knows if they had each other right now, they wouldn't hold back. they never really do.

but now is different. in many ways and for a brief moment, she just wants to be lost in him and their love. only one moment.]

Well, we do make our way back to the apartment for the post-mission dates, and it has gone well for us so far. Why change what isn't broken, hmm? [He had no interest in leaving the apartment, especially now they were holding each other.

He bowed his head into her hands, allowing his eyes to close as he savoured her palms on his cheeks before one found its way into his tied back hair. There were subjects that they should discuss with each other that they had agreed to put off while on the mission to focus on those objectives. Now they had time to do so, yet he thought they needed more time to just... be. They had been through a lot together, so when she leaned up and kissed him, he didn't resist in the slightest.

His hands dropped so that he could smooth his palms over the swell of her hips as their kiss deepened. He made a point of sliding his hands over and gripped her ass as he pulled her up against his body as he hummed at her question. A little smile tugged at his lips even as they met hers.]

Yeah, I do.

[He stepped up, crowding her towards the front door that they had entered from, recalling the Aphaia mission where they had not even made it five steps into her apartment before being all over each other. That had perhaps the beginning of their downward spiral to this moment where they had finally eased into that sweet warm spot of loving each other openly.]

Here or shall I sweep you off your feet and take you to our bed?

[Maria frees his hair to let it fall. before Vander, she never would have known she did prefer it when a man had longer hair. who would have known? but she likes Vander's hair like this, likes seeing it fall into his face.

they could talk, probably should, but later. Maria wanted to believe they had time to do just that in the future. she hoped anyway. but right now, thinking was the last she wanted to do. all she wanted was to feel. both Vander, her love for him, and his love for her. still such a novelty but even if he had never told her his feelings, she couldn't see herself letting him go right now anyway.

his hands grab at her and she grabs at his shoulders, her breath catching in her throat as he touches her. she doubts she will ever tire of his touch and she feels the familiar thrill of his hands on her.]

Tradition that you take me against the wall too, isn't it? [she teases and nips at his lower lip. there isn't much space between them but she snakes a hand between their bodies to tease him through his pants. wanting to show him how eager she is for him to have his way with her, for her to do the same.] Though you do make a very romantic case for carrying me to bed, I think I want to see if we can dent the wall. [they cannot but he had teased her the last time she'd begged for harder and right now, Maria wanted him hard and fast. feel him for days.]

[He made a point of blowing a loose strand that fell forward into his face once his hair was freed from its bun and cascaded down his neck and caressed his cheeks. He supposed that now that they had committed to each other there would be cutting it as Maria had expressed how much she liked it. Not that it was much suffering for him, of course, and there was something wonderful about being physically attractive to someone he cared about.

He turned his head just enough to look to the wall next to the door. Without Fio to concern themselves about with making a scene, he wanted them to have this freedom to truly enjoy each other as they always seemed to post-mission. There was so much unspent and unspoken emotion and thoughts in his head that he knew would appear as they engaged like this.

He groaned out a growl at her teasing, fingers tightening on her ass in response as he began hiking up her dress material. His hips still hitched forward into her hand, and yeah, he was already beginning to tent his trousers in anticipation.] You want me to dent the wall with you, huh? I suppose if it is tradition then who am I to deny it?

[If they were more teasing and playful, he'd spin her around and press her front to the wall, but no, he wanted to watch her come undone, feel her hands on him and kiss her. They had days with each other to experience everything that they could and perhaps denied each other. So, he began to crowd her with his body, pressing her backwards towards the wall as his hands pulled up her dress bottom so it bunched at her mid-drift. He snapped a finger against her underwear.]

We can be as loud as we want too this time. No neighbours on either side just yet...

[it wouldn't be a tragedy if Vander cut his hair even if she did prefer it long. she'd known him when it was shorter and her attraction to him had been there just as much as before. though it had been his attitude, how he spoke to her, that had drawn her to him first. that wouldn't fade away no matter what he did to his hair.

but keeping it long was appreciated. made it more fun to tug on, just how Vander liked.

her breath picked up when his fingers flexed and when she felt him tug at her dress. the air brushed against her thighs and there was a jolt of adrenaline that went through her. when he pushed her back against the wall, she smirked at him and her pupils dilated as she looked into his eyes.]

As if it ever would have mattered if we were heard or not. You think that would shush me? [she undid his pants and she started to grope the hardening length through the fabric.] Let everybody hear how good we make each other feel and how much I love you.

[it was still exhilarating to be able to say those words without any fear. that Vander could know how much she did care and they could feel each other. while she was in no great hurry to speed things along, she did know she might go crazy if he wasn't touching her and wasn't as close as he could be. pushing his head down to meet hers, she gave him a soft kiss and smiled against his lips.]

I'll make sure you won't be forgetting this time any time soon anyway.

[There was something to be said about a woman who made playful demands that didn't put him out one way or another, and they had the added benefit of increasing certain pleasures he hadn't taken much time to enjoy. His hair happened to be one such thing, and she was not the first to express liking it this way. Now that he was settling into what to do with it and even having it down when he wasn't working out, he did like it. He especially liked it when she was running her fingers through it and pulling it.

Once she was crowded in against the wall with no where to go, he leaned his head down so he could nudge their nose tips together and enjoy her smirk. His hair fell forward to caress her cheeks.]

Fio caused us to bite our lips and stifle a few noises, I seem to recall. Here though... it's just us enjoying each other. [He growled out a groan noisily as she groped him through his underwear, wishing they were already naked but enjoying the build up. It helped him forget. It also reminded him of their declaration.] When we're done here, I want you to put that collar on me. I want the world to know we're a match pair now.

[His thumb hooked under the lacey underwear and dragged the material off of her hip and down her thighs. He made a point of lifting a foot to catch it on the toe of his boot and force the material all the way down to her ankles. His palms smoothed up her sides until he could grope and massage her ample breasts as her hands pulled his head down until their lips met.

He kissed her like she was the very air that he needed to breathe. It was slow but firm and he tasted her lips and let that fill his head and heighten his arousal. He felt her smile, and a near-boyish one appeared on his own lips. He still couldn't entirely fathom this was happening.]

Shall I blow your mind before we dent the wall? [He didn't think he'd gone down on her nearly enough in their time together. Though that may be better left in a bed, he did find the idea of her needing the wall for support arousing, even if he was eager to literally pound her into the wall too. He wanted to take care of her, to show he cared and loved her in every way that he could. This was one small but important part.]

[Maria always enjoyed Vander close. she had greatly preferred waking up next to him, even when he would wake her up when he returned from his own day. before now, Maria had found herself wanting to touch him in some way. excuses to brush his hair for him and pull it back. giving him a hug and trying to come off as teasing.

and now there were no excuses to give because loving him was all she needed for a reason. Maria could touch him because she wanted to, because she didn't think she could go without.]

You want that, huh? [and with the flicker of something similar to delight that flashes in her eyes, certainly pleasure; it is obvious that Maria will do that. she'll put that collar on him, match right with him, and let everybody know just what they are to each other.] That you're mine, I'm yours? [the question can't really be answered because she's kissing him as he kisses her but the answer is obvious. even if that had not been the intention behind the collar, Maria couldn't deny the thrill of the idea because she could admit to herself she'd wanted him all to herself now. now that he told her he felt the same.

and the kiss must show that. even if it's not hungry in a hard way, it's still a kiss that shows how much she wants him. the sounds of pure want that come from her as their lips move against each other's. how her hands are clutching at him and trying to free his cock because she wants to feel the heat of it in her hand. she chases his lips when the kiss ends. so tempting to continue it...]

Hm...? [it's a brief, brief moment where it takes her a moment to understand the question because she's still so tumbled up with longing and when she does, she's laughing.] Oh. How could I say no to such an offer? [her free hand's thumb strokes over his thumb.] I do like your tongue and if you want to have me completely undone then I won't be complaining. [she definitely wouldn't be quiet and he'd have no way to keep her from being loud.]

It would be a shame to now keep a chosen gift from you, now wouldn't it? You should put it on me to make certain it fits right. [He wanted her to touch him in the same way that he wanted to just slide an arm around her and not concern himself with if other dalliances might read into it. Yet, he smiled at her saying the quiet part out loud, nodding his head.] Yeah, it seems that way now doesn't it?

[There was a lot for them to talk about the shifting sands of their dynamic with the declaration that they had unintentionally blurted out. Later, he told himself. He wanted to forget the last portions of the mission and the strain he put her under after that declaration with his multiple deaths. He wanted to kiss her just like he was doing, feel her body and shed the clothing that layered over them.

He stepped back out of the range of her lips reluctantly, though her mirth buoyed the mood. He could listen to that laugh all day.] Oh, I do, and we'll see if you can keep from buckling at the knees for me, hmm? [He winked at her as he stepped back enough to grasp his shirt and pull it over his head to toss aside.] I want to treat my lady right.

[He lowered himself to his knees, leaning forward to kiss her knee first and pepper presses of his lips along her inner thigh. His hand stroked up her calf until his hand could slot in behind her knee and lift one leg up to hook over his bare shoulder so he could both support her balance and bear her to him as he kissed her inner thigh. He paused and uncharacteristically he latched his lips onto the delicate smooth skin so he could suck a hickey there. He had previously left few marks on her, respecting that she had other partners. Now... well, she was all his as she had said.

Soon enough he was moving off deeper into the cradle of her thighs so he could put his mouth to work as he had offered. They had shared such intimacy before, but honestly, they often were so hot and bothered for each other that they wanted the physical connection of sex faster. He still wanted that, but he wanted to show how much he cared for her too. His first point of business to lapped at the folds of her sex, gathering moisture before he paid close attention to her clit with the tip of his tongue.]

[there has been a lot left unsaid and some of that was Maria's fault. but now, Maria wasn't going to hold back any longer. she felt no reason to when Vander felt the same as her, when they both wanted the same thing. Maria thought if all he did was tell her he wanted her, that she was his, then she would be more than pleased for the entire night.

but she would never be turning down his touch. Maria couldn't think of any time that she wouldn't be hungry for his hands on her.] Mm, your lady? I could hear that all night.

[her breath caught in her throat just from his lips on her thigh, just from how he left a mark on her. he'd never left any, much like she hadn't, thinking it inappropriate. there was no claim to be made after all. but now there was and Maria couldn't wait to mark him herself. the collar wouldn't be the only proof that he was a taken man. she'd do whatever she could to see the physical proof of their bond now.

she leans back against the wall, one leg hung over his shoulder as she feels the anticipation of his lips on her. she was already so wet, even before he began to pleasure her. Maria had already been aroused by the time they were in the room. but her hands clutch at the wall for purchase, trying to hold onto something because the first feeling of his tongue on her makes her breath stutter and a pathetic sigh escape her.] Oh, Vander. [one hand lightly goes onto his head, not yet in the throes of passion quite enough to pull at his hair but she knows she will get there.]

And you likely will. [He had no reason not to call her that, though they did have other nicknames for each other. He wanted to treat her right, to show that the confession and the time spent together on Earth was no a one-off, that there was no return to how things had once been between them. Yes, they would still be playful and tease and joke, but now there were deeper layers to their relationship. The restraints were removed.

One arm moved to curl over her thigh where it was hooked over his shoulder, smoothing his palm and fingers over the silken skin. He could smell and taste her arousal at the same time, gathering the moisture on his tongue as he slowly but surely wedged his face between her legs.

He sealed as much of his lips around her clitoris, stimulating it with his tongue as his other hand joined in, having to wedge around his chin as he stroked two fingers over her folds, parting them so he could gather her wetness on his fingers so he could insert one inside of her to thrust in with the same pace as his tongue against her clitoris. He rumbled a sound of pleasure at his name falling from her lips, enjoying the heat of her thighs pressed close to his head.]

[they had nicknames but they had never been very serious. she had called him baby girl the first time to break the tension after what they had discovered about the other, to try to make him feel better about accepting comfort from her and letting her hold him. the nickname had stuck but it was still often teasing. Maria wondered if she would come up with a new name for him or if her name would take on a more sentimental quality to it. only time would tell but she doubted things would only stay teasing.

even right now, as his mouth played with her, it felt more intense. the moment his tongue was on her clit, she was already breathing harder. her head tilted back and she was gasping, her free hand hitting the wall as soon as his finger entered her. it's an easy slide because she's already become obscenely wet. his ministrations only help to aid in that and if they were in bed, she knows she would be locking him in with her legs. trapping him but she doesn't think he'd have any complaints. he never has when he does go down on her and she'd never stop him. not when he makes her feel this good.

using the leg over his shoulder to keep her balanced, she does use it to help him find the right rhythm. Maria has never been one to simply stay still and not take action. she never lies still and Vander has always seemed to enjoy that. certainly he's always liked it when when her hand goes into his hair finally and she takes hold of it.]

That's it, that's it...[she croons as she rocks her hips with his movements.]

[If worst came to worst, he could support her weight and it would be highly telling of the job that he was currently doing being adequate. It would be a big compliment for him, yet Maria had always shown how strong she was physically and the weight of her leg on his shoulder was something he enjoyed.

He sucked on in between stroking her clit with the tip of his tongue, increasing that pace along with the finger he had inside of her. He stroked her walls with the pad of that finger before removing it so he was drive his face further between her legs to take a turn lapping at her labia and then inserting his tongue inside of her as he tasted her and found some of her wetness smear on his chin. Soon enough he was returning to stimulating her clit with his mouth and pressing a finger back inside of her.

At the same time, he rumbled a noise of pleasure at her encouragement and direction.]

[maybe that was the safety in it. knowing that he could always catch her when she fell. he was strong enough, big enough, that she knew her strength could give out and he'd keep her upright. though that made up the exact opposite problem because who would catch him? but that was something to think of later. something they both agreed to talk about later.

right now was about pleasure, about feeling his touch. and god was she feeling it. how he touched her and made her feel like she might go crazy from the pleasure. when his tongue goes deeper inside of her, there's a loud moan because she wants him deep inside of her. wants him as close as possible and the fact it feels as good as it is everything to her. finally her hand is pulling at his hair as she's rocking with him.

as he continued, she found her own climax rising up which would be good for him. he was becoming trapped between her thighs even though she knew he wouldn't be complaining.]

Vander, I'm so clo--

[she tried to warn him before his tongue hit her so perfectly that both hands went to his hair, pushing and pulling at him to remain close to her as her orgasm hit her and she was coming.]

[There was something so powerful about pleasuring another person one had grown so close to. It felt so much more potent compared to the times that he had done this with her in the past, and his efforts to see her come undone were doubled with the weight of the choice that she made to connect with him. When he looked back on it, all the signs were there that they had spent a significant amount of time sidestepping.

It was easy to let the wash of the emotion that he felt for her to double his efforts as he tasted her rising pleasure. His mouth moved with the rock of her hips, and he rumbled growling groans as her fingers tangled and twisted in his hair. Her thighs were tightening on his cheeks the closer and closer he drove her to her climax, and his tongue alternated between stroking her clitoris and driving up inside of her.

He shivered at her words, appreciating the warning so he could lap vigorously at her sex so he could collect the excess fluid as she came. His free hand stroked up and down the back of her knee, affectionate and dare he think it: loving. He licked her through it, drinking down her pleasure before he was carefully extracting his face from between her thighs and peering up at her.

He turned his head to kiss the inside of her thigh where he had left a blossoming mark, unwilling to stand until he knew she could stay to her feet without support.] Did I knock something loose? You're breathing awful hard....

[the hand in Vander's hair, the pulling and grabbing, turns softer once her orgasm is through. it is affectionate, sweet, and Maria is laughing.]

If I was not already in love with you then I think I would have fallen for you after that. [it is the first time since coming back that either of them have said it. not like she is worried about it because by now, she knows that Vander still feels the same as she does. that they are in love and they're dating even if they haven't exactly discussed those finer details. but they belong to each other now and Maria knows it.

the novelty of such a fact just hasn't worn off. that she loves him and she can say it and not have any worry at all. that feeling alone blows her away.

her leg gets off of his shoulder and she is smiling, almost giggling as she wobbles on her feet.] So you did a good job, a great job, and you should come up here so I can kiss you.

A good orgasm always has people falling in love with me. [He cheekily winked at her as he nipped the mark that he had left on her thigh before it was moved off of his shoulder. His hands rose to support her in case that she did buckle.] You know I'm prepared to make you fall more and more in love with me each day, yes?

[Different acts, different comments, different moments all so they could spend time together so she knew that she was on his mind. He lifted him as no other had in this place, and he wanted her to know each day how much he appreciated her for that, how much it made her so easy and beautiful to love her in return.

He shifted and rose from his knees which had gone partially numb. He wiped his moist chin on the back of his hand as he leaned in to cage her head between his arms as he leaned them on the wall behind her.] A kiss is a generous reward, especially when I haven't cleaned up yet.

[He leaned in to press their lips together, letting her taste herself on his lips and his tongue as he crowed back in on her. His fingertips stroked up her thighs and the swell of her hips before sliding around to grasp each ass cheek in a hand. He shifted her weight, seeking to lift her right off the floor into the air and held by his strength and supported by the wall.]

[Maria wonders if she'll ever get used to hearing him talk like that. admitting to their feelings so openly. or will it always make her heart skip a beat, make her wonder if she is smiling like a fool when she does smile.] Is that a promise? Better be. You make good on those.

[she hardly cared if he kissed her after he had tasted her, if she tasted herself. it only spurred her on, had her grumbling a satisfied moan at the taste. tasting herself made her remember just how hard he had worked at pleasuring her. he'd always been a generous lover and did well to make sure she felt as good as he did. but love heightened it all, reciprocated love certainly. it made her cling to him as their tongues met and her legs moved to accommodate what he wanted. after all, it was what she wanted as well. she was still wet, from her own arousal and orgasm as well as his saliva.

she was going to be a mess after this. a satisfied and well-loved mess.]

Fuck me. Like we both want you to do it. [she said against his lips and she was grinning because yes she was going to be a mess but he wouldn't be leaving this unscathed either.]

[The corner of his lips tugged up in a smile again at her question, and he chewed for a second on his lower lip with his upper teeth. Both gestures were both confident and shy at the same time, knowing what she was asking, knowing he had failed in the past but also ready to commit to that kind of promise.] It's a promise. I will do my best to never let you down.

[Was it a play on words as he hiked her up the wall and off of her feet? Maybe. It was also a pledge to himself to be on guard for the behaviors that he lost him love in the past. So he kissed her and made that silent promise with the weight of his lips on her own, the taste of her on his lips and tongue and sharing it with her as he settled her perched precariously on bare hips. It allowed him to free up one arm stroke up her side.]

Ever notice we have a lot of great sex against the wall next to the front door? It's an interesting trend. [He smirked as he purposefully slammed her back against the wall but at the same time he made the most noise slamming his forearm there so it had the effect that he was being rough with her when he was making the wall shake because of his arm rather than bruising her.

And they were so practiced at this these days that it was almost easy to shift his hips down and under her so he could line up his straining cock with her entrance and push inside of her wet heat with a single firm bounce of his hips. He shuddered and kissed her harder again, rumbling a growling moan into her mouth as he settled them into the position and set his footing correctly while also pressing his bare chest to hers to feel the scrape of her nipples on his skin.]

You're so beautiful.

[Maria can't miss the reaction and it's just the little things you pick up on living with someone for months. even if they had been just friends, they had never been normal roommates. it was hard not to notice things. and while she hadn't magically learned to read his mind, she knew there was more to his answer and whatever laid in his past.

she wouldn't pry...but she would see what else she could learn. they would be talking. there was just no point in ruining the mood right now. not when they both wanted the distraction.

the kiss was a great one. his touch was as well. everything about Vander could make her feel like she was so far away from everything. as she held onto him, as she kissed him, and even when he did talk to her she still felt so dazed. there was a breathless laugh against his lips.] We have sex against the wall after a mission, too. It's a trend and tradition. Not one I mind.

[certainly not when he worked so hard to make it good. the illusion of slamming her into the wall made her gasp and the experienced thrust of his cock into her and how his body knew how to move made her groan loudly into the kiss. she would have been crying out nonsense if he hadn't kissed her. her body had still been coming down from her orgasm and she was sensitive, very sensitive, and every touch had her reeling. she was glad he knew she could kiss well under other circumstances because right now she didn't think it had any finesse to it at all. it was messy without any grace to it. as if she just wanted as much of his mouth and tongue as she could have.

certainly her body seemed to be saying the same thing, she moved her body so he could feel the fullness of her breasts against him and her legs moved so he could push deeper into her. it felt like she couldn't have enough of him and she wanted to feel all of his body.]

And you're amazing. [there was a keening cry that escaped her and she thought to the untrained ear, it might sound like she was in pain. but no, she was in bliss.] Shit, you're so amazing...

[Vander was assured that they would be talking, and there was a little trepidation to what it was that she might say. Yet, they had confessed their feelings, so it seemed more of a formality of what it was that both of them were looking for going forward. He was already formulating what he was about to say. For now, he wanted to enjoy tradition and be close to her, seemingly welcomed home into her arms after a mission.

He smirked against her lips as she confirmed their ongoing post-mission antics. He enjoyed it, the challenge, the feel of her pressed to some horizontal surface and trapped between that and his body. He enjoyed hiking her up and feeling her legs around his waist or just parted to let him show that he was fully prepared to support her weight for anything and everything, including these moments of intimacy. He craved letting her know that he would hold her up similar and also differently than she did him on a daily basis.]

Think we should keep it ongoing for all such future moments and post-mission dates? [His smirk grew against her lips at his own tease before he concentrated on kissing her properly. He turned his head slightly so the side of their noses could rub and his tongue delved into her mouth to taste her and attempt to steal the very air that she breathed from her lungs. More than that, he swallowed down every pleasured sound that she made as his fingers dug into the back of her thighs as he set a quick thrusting pace that was powered with emotional enthusiasm.

By now, he was intimately aware of her body, of the angle best suited to pleasure her and wring sounds out of her. He knew she was wet and raw from her previous orgasm, and he made a point and ‘crushing’ her half-clothed body against the wall so she slid up and down it and even banged her shoulders against it lightly. It was rhythmic enough that people in the hallway would know exactly what was happening.

Much like Maria, he felt the layers of emotional bond between them enhancing this intimacy they shared together. He issued his own growling groans and moans in response to the feel of her heat welcoming over and over with each thrust and the bunch of her dress against his belly as he pulled their mouths apart so he could kiss down her neck then setting his teeth to the choker she wore to tug on it as a reminder that she still had to add a similar addition to his own neck.]

[for once, Maria had no concerns over what the conversation might be once they discussed their feelings. Vander had told her again and again he was loyal, it would just be her. not hard to imagine what he might want and really, Maria thought she didn't care at all as long as he did love her. and he did. it didn't seem like much else mattered in that regard.

Maria did like being on top when they had sex. she enjoyed riding him and having him watch her. but she couldn't deny that she did enjoy this as well. the feeling of him holding her up, fucking her up against a hard surface. they really had had some of their best sex this way, always the most emotional at least.] Usually not one for tradition but this one? I think I can make work. [not much else can be said as he kisses her so deeply and the kiss alone could make her moan.

but it's all the details. it's Vander's fingers on her thighs, the way he moves her body so they make more of a racket up against the wall, and the way he simply moves inside of her. if anybody else was around, it would be obvious what was happening. especially as she helps with the noise, moving with him so expertly so he can get as deep as he can while her body does slam against the wall. usually, Maria didn't care much about that detail. what her and anybody did in private was their business. but for once, she thinks she wants everybody to know just what her and Vander are doing. if anybody walks by their door, she hopes they know how well they are fucking each other.

and for once, Maria wants everybody to know just what happened later. even days later. when his mouth is on her neck, tugging at her necklace, she knows what she wants. people will know he belongs to her when they see the choker on him. but she wants more than that and so the moment she can, one of her hands tugs at his hair so she can bear his neck for her mouth and she is biting him there. she's always nibbled and scraped her teeth, put soft kisses, but she's always been mindful of marks. Vander never said anything, had come back with marks on him, but Maria always felt like she shouldn't leave any. he never did on her. now? well, he was hers. that's what the voice inside of her mind tells her. Vander was hers and she could show that. she wanted to show it. her teeth mark the skin of his neck so hopefully, the collar can't even hide all of it.]

[This was their first intimacy since returning to Etraya after both the emotionally charged confessions that they had made to each other and the death that he had suffered to protect her. He had come back and found her, and that too had been emotional but the mission always took priority over the emotions that they laboured under, good or bad. That was their commitment to each other on Earth, and both of them stood by that without regret.

So now it felt as if he could fully unleash the weight of his adoration and love of her against this wall he had her trapped against. They were so intimately familiar with each other that it was easy to support her weight as she liked it, drove himself up against her over and over rhythmically and listen to the sounds that both of them generated for each other. His teeth tugged more on the collar, and he issued a low playful growl at her that he did not reserve for anyone else.

Yet, his adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow as her fingers found his long loose hair and used it to pull his head back. He saw no benefit in resisting, though his eyes followed the line of temple to her ear as her face disappeared against his neck, and he inhaled sharply as he felt her teeth against his skin, his hips stuttering momentarily at the unexpected gesture.

As a rule, he and Maria never marked each other out of respect for their pursuing other people for pleasure. She had never commented when he arrived home marked now and again, and he provided her the same respect. That she decided to mark him sent a thrill through him and he slammed her a harder against the wall and pressed his neck to her mark in encouragement. He began to thrust harder and as deep as he could safely go.] Janna’s tits, Maria… warn me before you do that. [No, don’t. He liked the spontaneousness of it, and it showed as he bounced her with a new vigor and intent to drive them both to their end point together.

She loved him. He loved her. They weren’t hesitating in showing that anymore. It was like the restraints they put on their relationship were gone and it was no holds barred.]

[Maria would always respect her place in Vander's life. even now she knew that when a mission came, even with their relationship changing, they would have to consider the mission first. Maria understood this fact even when she found it hard. being told about Solmara and she had given him her support. this mission when he came back from protecting her and she'd wanted to cling to him, hold him tight, and never let go. but that wasn't how things were and she wouldn't ask it of him. just like how he wouldn't ask it of her.

and it was why she had wanted this moment with him now. to feel his love in so many ways, to be able to return it, and know he was here. alive and with her. safe.

maybe to others it would sound lewd, less loving, as he thrust into her again and again. as her body found his again and again. they helped each other with the rhythm and pushing, and maybe to others it would sound lewd but Maria loved the sensations and the sounds they could make. they'd always known how to find the right pace and movements that brought them to the highest peaks of their pleasure.

it was funny how he told her she should warn him before she did that while he thrusted into her so deeply she thought she saw stars. the pleasure was blinding and she panted against his neck.] Speak for...yourself... shit, Vander. Shit, shit shit...[she worried the skin of his neck between her teeth as she felt her climax rising, her body clenching around his cock as her nails dragged down his back as her legs squeezed his hips and her orgasm hit with a loud moan. ]

[He did idly wonder as she took him through the portal back to Etraya if things in future missions would change for them because of how their relationship was developing. They claimed they would put the mission before what they had, but also, he knew from experience that they could work well together and he wouldn't want to see her hurt. That was a discussion for another time because this post-mission tradition took his attention.

He valued these moments where they met up and let the emotion boil up. This mission had similar accelerated results as Aphaia had. He wouldn't question it.

As they fell into the moment more and more, always meeting each other as they knew one another enjoyed through repeated experience, he felt no need to change it up as her body rode and clung to his own. He drove up into her and did actually make certain she was both stabilized and making noise against the wall as promised. No buckled gyprock yet, but it was shuddering with the vigor of their passions.

He smiled at her repeated cussing, though she managed to drag out more growling groans with her teeth against his skin. His own climax was rising fast thanks to a combination of their actions, and he concentrated on driving them both to the peak. He pressed her harder to the wall, using his body to trap her even if he took a half step back so his hips continued to have free motion to drive himself inside of her until his rhythm lost smoothness and he chased that final bliss.

It came with a loud call of her name, his hands dropping to her hips so he could drive her over the edge as close to being with him as possible as he came inside of her and the edges of his vision darkened with the potency of it. He experienced the sting of her nails leaving welts on his back after he could see again, could breathe normally even as he kept her pinned against the wall.]

...you okay? I didn't hurt you?

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