[Kyrie kneels up on the bed, mindfully trying to push down her eagerness as she waits for him to return. It would be too cruel for them to be reunited only for them to be kept apart by circumstance at the last moment.
So when Nero returns with relief painted all over his face, it spreads to Kyrie almost immediately as she jumps from the bed and rushes straight to him.]
Oh thank your grandfather.
[She is 100% teasing him and laughs accordingly as she jumps into his arms.]
[Nero starts taking his shirt off and is most of the way done with it before she leaps into his arms. The shirt remains dangling from one bicep as he catches her and tilts her into a princess carry, though he's making quite the face. Good-naturedly, at least.]
Euugh. He had nothing to do with it.
[He kisses her, then carries her back over to the bed to plop her down by the pillows, laughing under his breath.]
And you are not allowed to praise him anymore when we're-
[Kyrie can't stop laughing at his face, just as she had hoped. She kisses him back, refusing to let go of him as he drops her back onto the bed and tries to drag him down on top of her.]
Oh no, you're the only one I'm planning on praising tonight.
[Begone shirt, you have no place here. She tosses it away, over towards her discarded towel, and lets her palms rove over his torso as she shifts beneath him to get more comfortable.]
[Delivered confidently. Though if Kyrie praises Nero even slightly he will immediately crumble to pieces. If it's religiously, he will literally keel over and die.
Nero settles her out with her head on the pillows, kneeling over her. His bared chest is pretty much how she remembers it, the wounds from the Qliphoth incident long since healed. All his latest injuries came at Vergil's doing, while they were sparring... but thankfully, Nero's freshly healed from those, too. Thanks, Devil Trigger!
The one big difference, of course, is his right arm. Looking freakishly normal and ordinary, human skin, a hand just like the other. This will be the first time she's gotten a real decent look at his arm sans clothing, and sans the more familiar glowing mark of his demon arm.
He perches over her, taking a moment to admire her in that hoodie.]
You look so hot in my hoodie. [Put a little engine grease on there and he might actually start sweating.] I almost hate to take you out of it...
[Oddly enough, although she's used to seeing Nero in a state of considerable undress, this is only the second time she's seen him topless with a human arm. The first time was a long time ago but it was certainly memorable; she could probably pinpoint it to the point that she first started to see Nero as more than her dearest friend and the little boy she'd grown up with. It's not an unattractive sight in the slightest, but she's never found Nero's arm in its demonic state to be unattractive either. Strange, but beautiful in its own way.
Kyrie's hands travel deftly across the planes of his stomach, up to his chest and over his shoulders, touching as much as she can as if trying to memorise every inch of him. At the compliment about her in his hoodie, she smiles up at him with a slightly wicked gleam in her eye that very rarely emerges, and only ever in private moments like this. She bucks up to kiss him, a stolen peck of a kiss.]
You could always let me keep it on, but then you'd never get to see what's underneath.
[Teeeempting. She's really so sexy, swimming in his clothes the way she is. But he's not about to make that exchange when it's been months since the last time he even saw her, much less got to touch her.]
Another time, maybe. [He returns a grin, though nowhere near as wicked as hers.] You're like a present for me to unwrap.
[(Please rest assured that was as painful to write as it was to read.)
Sliding a hand behind her, he guides her to sit up and tugs at the sleeves of the hoodie to pull it up over her head.]
Ohoho. Stole my shirt too, did you? [She's even hotter in one of his big T shirts. He cannot resist kissing her, which does hamper his attempts to take that off her, too. As does his insistence on mumbling against her lips.] God, you're so cute...
[Lines like that really shouldn't make her laugh so much but she can't help it when he calls her a present.]
You are just the silliest-
[She's cut off with Nero pulling the hoodie up over her head; it's big enough that it doesn't even catch on her ears. The shirt is vast on her, the collar is so large that it's slipping off over her shoulder. She has no complaints about the kiss and mumbles against his lips:]
I'm just borrowing it, but if you want me to give it back...
[Oops there goes his shirt over her head, oh my. Completely bare except for her panties, she holds the t-shirt out to him with a smile with a pink flush spreading over her cheeks.]
[No matter how many times they do this, Nero always turns brilliantly pink whenever he sees Kyrie's body. This time is no exception. Though it is heartening that he can at least continue through his bashfulness now, not missing a beat as he takes the shirt from her and smirks.]
You can borrow it whenever you like.
[He leans down, kissing her boldly, one hand trailing fingers down her collarbone, down her chest, then cupping her breast. A deeply satisfied sigh escapes his throat, and he pulls away just enough to speak.]
Oh, baby, I missed these, too... [He's grinning when he kisses her again, letting both hands make themselves at home touching her breasts, her waist, her hips, and tracing a little trail around her navel. But now he's more pink than ever, and physically warm to the touch. Some things never change.]
[She smiles warmly, still blushing as she takes in the way he smiles at her and responds to her body.]
I'd return the favour but I don't think my clothes will fit you.
[Each time he goes to kiss her, Kyrie finds herself drawn to him like a magnet as she leans in and reciprocates. The contact is almost electric. She shivers delightedly as he touches her and arches in closer, as though she's attention starved and needy.
Even after all these years, she still yearns for his touch.
She murmurs softly at the back of her throat as he explores her body, refamiliarizing himself with her curves. She leans into him, her body feeling warm and flushed from the proximity of him and her growing excitement, and brushes her lips over his jaw up to his ear and giggles a little as he pronounces his appreciation for her breasts.]
I hope you're going to take care of them for me.
[She places her hand on his thigh and rubs along the rigid muscle, creeping higher. She whispers questioningly, promisingly into his ear:]
I'll try sometime. If it's clothes you don't like so much...
[Cracking stupid jokes as he plays with her breasts, and draws a trail down her throat and collarbone with his lips. The little needy movements she makes, the gasps and the quiet sighs, every single one of them reminds him of how much he's missed her. How did he ever survive this long without her?
He gives an enthusiastic "mmhmm" when she asks if he'll take care of her. And as for the reverse prospect... that's definitely a shiver that goes down his spine when she whispers in his ear.]
I might need to go and find some more, my options are limited...
[She tilts her head back, letting him have easier access to her throat as her eyes flutter closed. As lovely as it is to have the sensation of his lips against her skin and the strange new feeling of having two distinctly human hands on her body, there's a certain neglected part of her that craves more. She shifts slightly until she's able to straddle his lap, and settles herself with her legs astride his hips, moaning low as she finally brushes against him. They may still be clothed (barely) at the point of contact, but it doesn't make it any less electric when she rubs against his erection at last.]
I want you to tell me what you need.
[She knows what she needs but she's also very aware that he's the one who's been pining for her for seven months when it's only been two for her. As far as she's concerned, his needs outweigh hers... at least for now.]
[Muttered against her skin as though it occurred to him mid-thought. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to distract him very much. He pulls away only when Kyrie rolls atop him, replacing his hands on the curve of her waist. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as she grinds down, and with a roll of his hips he presses his hardening bulge up between her thighs.
He very nearly audibly says "fuck" as he groans. Alas, he only mouths it.]
I need... [He settles into a slow rhythm, grinding up against her. He also lets out a quiet laugh, now brilliantly pink from scalp to stomach.] To learn to talk dirty without goddamn dying...
[He spares a hand from her waist only so he can briefly, bashfully press his fist over his eyes. Then he lets it drop, an absolutely smitten look in his eyes as he gazes up at her. ]
I need to make love to you. All night. Until you're satisfied.
[As self-conscious as Nero is when it comes to swearing around her, at times like this Kyrie can’t help but take it as something of a compliment, a sign that his self-control is slipping in the best of ways.
Hers is hanging by a thread as it is as her world contracts to just the two of them, on this bed, wearing far, far too many clothes. She doesn’t need to shop for more, she’d quite happily never wear clothes again if it meant staying like this.
Cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing and panting softly, she pauses from riding him as he proclaims his intentions and just melts. It’s like falling in love with him all over again.
She nods emphatically.]
Yes-
[Her voice catches somewhere in her throat and she snatches another needy, hungry kiss from him, her hips moving on him again to punctuate how emphatically she approves of his needs.]
[He lifts his head, it could be described, aggressively to meet her hungry kisses. At the same time, he plants his feet on the bed to give him more leverage, grinding back up on her in a clumsy, greedy rhythm. Quickly he realizes it doesn't work, and refocuses to get them closer.
Lifting his hips, he tilts Kyrie forward, cupping her face through the kisses with one hand and sparing the other to tug at the waistband of his boxers. It's a bit of a struggle with physics, so determined is he not to move her or make her get off of him, but with a few bucks and wiggles he manages to inch them down until he can kick them off victoriously. There comes the usual extension of his blush all the way down to his stomach as Kyrie gets a glimpse at all of him, rock hard and aching for her.
Fortunately, it's mostly a physical reaction at this point. For him it's been nine months, man...]
[Kyrie meets his kisses eagerly, greedily, touch starved and desperate for everything he has to offer her. Unfortunately, the failed attempt at getting them closer only serves to knock her balance and she wobbles atop him, laughing against his lips until he tilts her forward and shifts their position. She cools her assault on his mouth when she realises what he's trying to do, trying to be helpful in whatever way she can.
Helpful would probably be stopping her attempts to kiss every inch of his mouth but she doesn't want to do that, she'll just restrict herself to sweet little nibbles and kisses as he concentrates on shedding his clothes. It's in her best interests not to distract him here.
Her very limited show of patience is rewarded as she glances down at Nero's completely bare body beneath her and it's safe to say that any residual cold she might have felt from her escapades in the mountains is completely banished at the sight of him straining for her to touch him.
Who is she to deny him?
Her touch is soft, careful and tender as she takes him in her hand and strokes him gently, eyes fixed on his face and his reaction as she does. No matter how many times they do this, how often she gets to touch him, she never gets tired of his response or the way he feels in her hand.]
I've missed touching you, feeling you like this...
[She trails her kisses to his neck, down to his shoulder. Her hips still astride him as she devotes her focus to moving her hand up and down along his length.]
[It occurs to Nero that this could be much, much easier now that he has four arms at his disposal. But uh... Kyrie's kind of had a big day already. He thinks the revelation of Nero's new... tricks can go ahead and wait for another time.
He wets his lips as she starts to stroke him, relaxing back against the bed so they can both indulge for a moment. Digging his shoulders back into the mattress stops him from wiggling too much, helps him resist grinding back against her hand out of sheer desire for more of her touch.]
I missed your eyes. And your smile. Your voice... and how warm you are...
[Nero's hands find her thighs, squeezing affectionately, working up and down to encourage her.]
[She writhes a little under the pressure on her thighs, sighing happily against his ear as she adjusts her grip to hold him a little firmer, a little more insistent.]
I miss waking up beside you. [A fact that is going to be remedied very soon!]
I can't be mad at you like that ever again, I can't bear not having you near me, I couldn't sleep knowing you were nearby and I wasn't holding you. Wasn't touching you... wasn't letting you touch me where I wanted you to touch me.
[Is that a hint? It might well be. She kisses his throat, then along his jaw back to his ear, and whispers bashfully:]
[He knows he entirely deserved the brunt of Kyrie's wrath... sneaking out of the hospital to go aid Dante's fight against Urizen was a big, stupid risk and didn't end up paying off anyway. He spent the whole month afterwards seething at his failure and knowing full and well he deserved Kyrie's anger... but also knowing that he had no choice but to go back and try again. He deserved it, but that doesn't mean it didn't fucking suck in every way imaginable.]
I'll never make you mad like that ever again. [Or at least, he'll try really, really hard not to. It hurt like hell, disappointing her that badly on top of everything else.] Guh-
[His thighs twitch at a particularly good stroke, and he turns his head to give her more room to kiss his throat. Laid out flat for her enjoyment... there's nowhere else he'd rather be.
With one exception, which Kyrie kindly mentions. Nero turns absolutely crimson, reaching to slide his fingers back through her hair, turning his face to whisper back to her.]
[Her whole body flushes white hot at the sound he makes, a reminder of how much his pleasure affects her even when she's getting very little out of it in return (except the knowledge that she is the source of that noise, which is an extremely empowering thought.) She murmurs happily, but her hand stills on him as he slides his fingers through her hair and he announces his intentions. Well... all but begs.]
Yes. Yes please, always... I'll always...
[She slides off his lap and nestles against the pillows, splaying her legs ever so slightly. There's one tiny obstacle in the way which she's all too keen to do away with as she starts to slide her panties down over her hips. She fixes him with her gaze, molten and longing in equal measure.]
[Nero all but scrambles up to his knees when she slides off of him, perhaps a little desperately grabby in his eagerness to help. He leans over her, gazing warmly into her eyes... which does make his fingers clumsy as he assists with her panties. Once they're off, he tosses them off the side of the bed to be found later.
Then as he climbs over her, one hand slipping between her thighs to stroke her, he gets distracted and drawn into another long, luxuriant kiss. Nearly sidetracked, in fact, until the slide of bare skin over skin brings him blinking back to the present moment and the task at hand. He draws his hand back and nudges her thighs apart, easing between them, leaning in to touch their foreheads as he lets out a held-in breath.]
[Sometimes the build up to the main event can go on for much, much longer between them, but tonight is not the night for that. Kyrie has no idea how long they'll have the house to themselves and she's determined not to waste a second of that time.
She whimpers as his hand finds her between her legs and she arches off the bed at his initial touch, breathing shallow and all but a lost cause when he kisses her again. She writhes against his hand, ready and aching for more, their intimacy this evening having already worked wonders for her readiness for him.
She reaches for his hands, guiding one down to his cock with hers so she can help lead him home. Her eyes meet his.]
[Even if he does still get shy and embarrassed, even if just physically, Nero has thankfully learned plenty in the years they've been together. The most comfortable way to spread her thighs, the angle at which his body can best enter hers. With her guidance and her plea, he doesn't hesitate to sink inside her, slow and steady. Nero would never admit it out loud, but he suspects he's a little big for her to start with, and he's always careful as they're first getting going.
He sighs with longing and relief as he hilts in her, pausing to lean over and kiss her again, making small adjustments to the way her legs drape over his, the way his knees take his own weight and hers. Then propping his hands up over her shoulders, he slowly starts to move, groaning softly. It's like getting a drink of water after crawling through a desert.]
[There’s only ever been one man for Kyrie, will likely only ever be one man, this man, and the way he treats her body with such care and borderline reverence is proof enough that she doesn’t even need to entertain the thought of searching for another. She enjoys the slow, familiar stretch of muscles adjusting to accommodate him within her and exhales with him as he comes to rest fully within her. It’s so good, he’s so good, every nerve ending feels electrified by the contact with him and she moans softly as he adjusts their positions to make her as comfortable as possible. He’s too good to her, it’s only right she return the favour.
Shifting beneath him, she tightens around his length and kisses him hungrily, the edge of her appetite for him barely even scratched and so tantalisingly close to being what she needs with every little movement of his hips. She drapes one arm over his shoulder, the other looping around his waist as she looks up at him with a joyful little laugh.]
I’m so glad this part didn’t change with everything that’s happened.
[Yes, she is referring to a certain body part, and she punctuates that with a gentle squeeze of said part, accompanied by a soft, satisfied sigh for emphasis.]
[Well, hopefully Kyrie thinks an audible, open-mouthed squeak is sexy, because between what she says and her hand grasping his dick, he absolutely cannot help it.]
Kyrie! [Half-embarrassed, half-scandalized. (Honestly, the Kyrie in Nero's head is much more demure and modest than the real one ever was... which means it'll surprise and shock and charm him every single time.)] It... I'm pretty SURE it didn't...
[Um. In this form. But we'll deal with that later.
Anyway, he starts laughing even as he keeps kissing her, keeps slowly adjusting the angle and pace of his hips until he finds something comfortable for them both. With an elbow planted to hold himself up, he threads his fingers through her hair and sighs longingly.]
[That's the problem with introducing colorful characters (like Nico) into their friendship circle; the demure, modest girl Kyrie might have once been has been exposed to far more unabashedly shameless attitudes and so a little spark of that might have crept into her when in private.
The squeak isn't exactly the sexiest thing in the world, but Nero is (to her) so it doesn't matter. She likes surprising him, and is relieved when he sees the funny side of it along with her.]
It doesn't feel like it.
[She laughs into each kiss until she can't anymore, too caught up in the delicious angle and pace he's found for form words. She moves with him, rolling her hips to meet him as they move in the intimate dance they've danced countless times before that still manages to enthrall and excite her.
Her eyes are focused on his as he pauses to thread his fingers through her hair and she gasps softly for breath, reaching up to stroke his cheek.]
I missed you, I missed you so much. I missed us. I missed this.
[The intimacy, the closeness, the feeling of his body on top of and inside hers, losing track of where they begin and end.]
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So when Nero returns with relief painted all over his face, it spreads to Kyrie almost immediately as she jumps from the bed and rushes straight to him.]
Oh thank your grandfather.
[She is 100% teasing him and laughs accordingly as she jumps into his arms.]
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Euugh. He had nothing to do with it.
[He kisses her, then carries her back over to the bed to plop her down by the pillows, laughing under his breath.]
And you are not allowed to praise him anymore when we're-
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Oh no, you're the only one I'm planning on praising tonight.
[Begone shirt, you have no place here. She tosses it away, over towards her discarded towel, and lets her palms rove over his torso as she shifts beneath him to get more comfortable.]
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[Delivered confidently. Though if Kyrie praises Nero even slightly he will immediately crumble to pieces. If it's religiously, he will literally keel over and die.
Nero settles her out with her head on the pillows, kneeling over her. His bared chest is pretty much how she remembers it, the wounds from the Qliphoth incident long since healed. All his latest injuries came at Vergil's doing, while they were sparring... but thankfully, Nero's freshly healed from those, too. Thanks, Devil Trigger!
The one big difference, of course, is his right arm. Looking freakishly normal and ordinary, human skin, a hand just like the other. This will be the first time she's gotten a real decent look at his arm sans clothing, and sans the more familiar glowing mark of his demon arm.
He perches over her, taking a moment to admire her in that hoodie.]
You look so hot in my hoodie. [Put a little engine grease on there and he might actually start sweating.] I almost hate to take you out of it...
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Kyrie's hands travel deftly across the planes of his stomach, up to his chest and over his shoulders, touching as much as she can as if trying to memorise every inch of him. At the compliment about her in his hoodie, she smiles up at him with a slightly wicked gleam in her eye that very rarely emerges, and only ever in private moments like this. She bucks up to kiss him, a stolen peck of a kiss.]
You could always let me keep it on, but then you'd never get to see what's underneath.
nsfw from here on out >>b
Another time, maybe. [He returns a grin, though nowhere near as wicked as hers.] You're like a present for me to unwrap.
[(Please rest assured that was as painful to write as it was to read.)
Sliding a hand behind her, he guides her to sit up and tugs at the sleeves of the hoodie to pull it up over her head.]
Ohoho. Stole my shirt too, did you? [She's even hotter in one of his big T shirts. He cannot resist kissing her, which does hamper his attempts to take that off her, too. As does his insistence on mumbling against her lips.] God, you're so cute...
>:3
You are just the silliest-
[She's cut off with Nero pulling the hoodie up over her head; it's big enough that it doesn't even catch on her ears. The shirt is vast on her, the collar is so large that it's slipping off over her shoulder. She has no complaints about the kiss and mumbles against his lips:]
I'm just borrowing it, but if you want me to give it back...
[Oops there goes his shirt over her head, oh my. Completely bare except for her panties, she holds the t-shirt out to him with a smile with a pink flush spreading over her cheeks.]
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You can borrow it whenever you like.
[He leans down, kissing her boldly, one hand trailing fingers down her collarbone, down her chest, then cupping her breast. A deeply satisfied sigh escapes his throat, and he pulls away just enough to speak.]
Oh, baby, I missed these, too... [He's grinning when he kisses her again, letting both hands make themselves at home touching her breasts, her waist, her hips, and tracing a little trail around her navel. But now he's more pink than ever, and physically warm to the touch. Some things never change.]
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I'd return the favour but I don't think my clothes will fit you.
[Each time he goes to kiss her, Kyrie finds herself drawn to him like a magnet as she leans in and reciprocates. The contact is almost electric. She shivers delightedly as he touches her and arches in closer, as though she's attention starved and needy.
Even after all these years, she still yearns for his touch.
She murmurs softly at the back of her throat as he explores her body, refamiliarizing himself with her curves. She leans into him, her body feeling warm and flushed from the proximity of him and her growing excitement, and brushes her lips over his jaw up to his ear and giggles a little as he pronounces his appreciation for her breasts.]
I hope you're going to take care of them for me.
[She places her hand on his thigh and rubs along the rigid muscle, creeping higher. She whispers questioningly, promisingly into his ear:]
And let me take care of you?
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[Cracking stupid jokes as he plays with her breasts, and draws a trail down her throat and collarbone with his lips. The little needy movements she makes, the gasps and the quiet sighs, every single one of them reminds him of how much he's missed her. How did he ever survive this long without her?
He gives an enthusiastic "mmhmm" when she asks if he'll take care of her. And as for the reverse prospect... that's definitely a shiver that goes down his spine when she whispers in his ear.]
Yes, please... anything you want.
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[She tilts her head back, letting him have easier access to her throat as her eyes flutter closed. As lovely as it is to have the sensation of his lips against her skin and the strange new feeling of having two distinctly human hands on her body, there's a certain neglected part of her that craves more. She shifts slightly until she's able to straddle his lap, and settles herself with her legs astride his hips, moaning low as she finally brushes against him. They may still be clothed (barely) at the point of contact, but it doesn't make it any less electric when she rubs against his erection at last.]
I want you to tell me what you need.
[She knows what she needs but she's also very aware that he's the one who's been pining for her for seven months when it's only been two for her. As far as she's concerned, his needs outweigh hers... at least for now.]
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[Muttered against her skin as though it occurred to him mid-thought. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to distract him very much. He pulls away only when Kyrie rolls atop him, replacing his hands on the curve of her waist. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as she grinds down, and with a roll of his hips he presses his hardening bulge up between her thighs.
He very nearly audibly says "fuck" as he groans. Alas, he only mouths it.]
I need... [He settles into a slow rhythm, grinding up against her. He also lets out a quiet laugh, now brilliantly pink from scalp to stomach.] To learn to talk dirty without goddamn dying...
[He spares a hand from her waist only so he can briefly, bashfully press his fist over his eyes. Then he lets it drop, an absolutely smitten look in his eyes as he gazes up at her. ]
I need to make love to you. All night. Until you're satisfied.
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Hers is hanging by a thread as it is as her world contracts to just the two of them, on this bed, wearing far, far too many clothes. She doesn’t need to shop for more, she’d quite happily never wear clothes again if it meant staying like this.
Cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing and panting softly, she pauses from riding him as he proclaims his intentions and just melts. It’s like falling in love with him all over again.
She nods emphatically.]
Yes-
[Her voice catches somewhere in her throat and she snatches another needy, hungry kiss from him, her hips moving on him again to punctuate how emphatically she approves of his needs.]
Yes please, I need that too. I really do.
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Lifting his hips, he tilts Kyrie forward, cupping her face through the kisses with one hand and sparing the other to tug at the waistband of his boxers. It's a bit of a struggle with physics, so determined is he not to move her or make her get off of him, but with a few bucks and wiggles he manages to inch them down until he can kick them off victoriously. There comes the usual extension of his blush all the way down to his stomach as Kyrie gets a glimpse at all of him, rock hard and aching for her.
Fortunately, it's mostly a physical reaction at this point. For him it's been nine months, man...]
God, please, touch me.
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Helpful would probably be stopping her attempts to kiss every inch of his mouth but she doesn't want to do that, she'll just restrict herself to sweet little nibbles and kisses as he concentrates on shedding his clothes. It's in her best interests not to distract him here.
Her very limited show of patience is rewarded as she glances down at Nero's completely bare body beneath her and it's safe to say that any residual cold she might have felt from her escapades in the mountains is completely banished at the sight of him straining for her to touch him.
Who is she to deny him?
Her touch is soft, careful and tender as she takes him in her hand and strokes him gently, eyes fixed on his face and his reaction as she does. No matter how many times they do this, how often she gets to touch him, she never gets tired of his response or the way he feels in her hand.]
I've missed touching you, feeling you like this...
[She trails her kisses to his neck, down to his shoulder. Her hips still astride him as she devotes her focus to moving her hand up and down along his length.]
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He wets his lips as she starts to stroke him, relaxing back against the bed so they can both indulge for a moment. Digging his shoulders back into the mattress stops him from wiggling too much, helps him resist grinding back against her hand out of sheer desire for more of her touch.]
I missed your eyes. And your smile. Your voice... and how warm you are...
[Nero's hands find her thighs, squeezing affectionately, working up and down to encourage her.]
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I miss waking up beside you. [A fact that is going to be remedied very soon!]
I can't be mad at you like that ever again, I can't bear not having you near me, I couldn't sleep knowing you were nearby and I wasn't holding you. Wasn't touching you... wasn't letting you touch me where I wanted you to touch me.
[Is that a hint? It might well be. She kisses his throat, then along his jaw back to his ear, and whispers bashfully:]
I miss you inside me.
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I'll never make you mad like that ever again. [Or at least, he'll try really, really hard not to. It hurt like hell, disappointing her that badly on top of everything else.] Guh-
[His thighs twitch at a particularly good stroke, and he turns his head to give her more room to kiss his throat. Laid out flat for her enjoyment... there's nowhere else he'd rather be.
With one exception, which Kyrie kindly mentions. Nero turns absolutely crimson, reaching to slide his fingers back through her hair, turning his face to whisper back to her.]
Please, baby. I need it right now. Let me...
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Yes. Yes please, always... I'll always...
[She slides off his lap and nestles against the pillows, splaying her legs ever so slightly. There's one tiny obstacle in the way which she's all too keen to do away with as she starts to slide her panties down over her hips. She fixes him with her gaze, molten and longing in equal measure.]
Help me with these and come into me.
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Then as he climbs over her, one hand slipping between her thighs to stroke her, he gets distracted and drawn into another long, luxuriant kiss. Nearly sidetracked, in fact, until the slide of bare skin over skin brings him blinking back to the present moment and the task at hand. He draws his hand back and nudges her thighs apart, easing between them, leaning in to touch their foreheads as he lets out a held-in breath.]
Ready for me?
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She whimpers as his hand finds her between her legs and she arches off the bed at his initial touch, breathing shallow and all but a lost cause when he kisses her again. She writhes against his hand, ready and aching for more, their intimacy this evening having already worked wonders for her readiness for him.
She reaches for his hands, guiding one down to his cock with hers so she can help lead him home. Her eyes meet his.]
Make love to me, Nero.
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He sighs with longing and relief as he hilts in her, pausing to lean over and kiss her again, making small adjustments to the way her legs drape over his, the way his knees take his own weight and hers. Then propping his hands up over her shoulders, he slowly starts to move, groaning softly. It's like getting a drink of water after crawling through a desert.]
God, you feel so good, baby...
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Shifting beneath him, she tightens around his length and kisses him hungrily, the edge of her appetite for him barely even scratched and so tantalisingly close to being what she needs with every little movement of his hips. She drapes one arm over his shoulder, the other looping around his waist as she looks up at him with a joyful little laugh.]
I’m so glad this part didn’t change with everything that’s happened.
[Yes, she is referring to a certain body part, and she punctuates that with a gentle squeeze of said part, accompanied by a soft, satisfied sigh for emphasis.]
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Kyrie! [Half-embarrassed, half-scandalized. (Honestly, the Kyrie in Nero's head is much more demure and modest than the real one ever was... which means it'll surprise and shock and charm him every single time.)] It... I'm pretty SURE it didn't...
[Um. In this form. But we'll deal with that later.
Anyway, he starts laughing even as he keeps kissing her, keeps slowly adjusting the angle and pace of his hips until he finds something comfortable for them both. With an elbow planted to hold himself up, he threads his fingers through her hair and sighs longingly.]
I missed you.
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The squeak isn't exactly the sexiest thing in the world, but Nero is (to her) so it doesn't matter. She likes surprising him, and is relieved when he sees the funny side of it along with her.]
It doesn't feel like it.
[She laughs into each kiss until she can't anymore, too caught up in the delicious angle and pace he's found for form words. She moves with him, rolling her hips to meet him as they move in the intimate dance they've danced countless times before that still manages to enthrall and excite her.
Her eyes are focused on his as he pauses to thread his fingers through her hair and she gasps softly for breath, reaching up to stroke his cheek.]
I missed you, I missed you so much. I missed us. I missed this.
[The intimacy, the closeness, the feeling of his body on top of and inside hers, losing track of where they begin and end.]
I love you.
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