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"Yeah," he moans as she leans back. He moves his hips up harder, trying to hit that spot within her. He lets his hand stroke down her thigh, groaning. "Come on, Sye."

She moves her hand off him to support her on the bed, and Arthur gets to see just how flexible his lover really is. She arches back and rolls her hips just as he thrusts up into her, and it drives a cry of pleasure from her lips, unchecked.

"Unh! There! Arthur, there!"

He groans loudly as she arches back, rolling his hips with her. He's getting on the edge of needing to come, but he wants to keep going, keeps moving his hips up to hit that spot.

"Ungh, Syeira," he moans out, trailing a hand down her torso.

The hand that's still holding onto him grips hard. Something is happening, she can feel it building rapidly, with every motion they make.

"Arthur, I-" She cuts off, as the sensation boils over inside her, taking her by surprise. She cried out, pleasure spiking through her, making her body spasm and clench around him. Her atm gives out and her shoulders fall to the mattress, bending her back in an almost perfect arc.

Only seconds after her, with her clenching around him, he comes inside her, calling out - "Syeira!" as he does. He leans over, still inside her, and just breathes for a while, panting and sweaty. He rubs a hand over her stomach.

"I'm gonna pull out, okay?"

He moves slowly, pulling his dick out with a wet sound. She's dripping, and he's tempted to feel her with his fingers, but she's probably oversensitive right now. He flops next to her, kissing at her cheek with a dimpled smile.

"You okay?"

She actually groans in protest as he pulls out. It's a different kind of stretch to have him fully leave her, and they hadn't been gentle, as much as they'd intended to be. She's going to be sore.

She lays with her knees still bent under her, for a few breaths, then unfolds with slow, careful grace. She rolls to the side, snuggling against him. She's sweaty and limp and very satisfied.

"I'm good," she mumbled into his shoulder.

He runs his hands over her, her side, her shoulder, her rump. He's so grateful he's here with her, and he can't help it when it leaves his lips.

"I love you."

His body stiffens just a little bit when it comes out, and suddenly, he's terrified she'll think he's insincere, or that she doesn't love him back. Maybe he's moved too fast. If she looks up at him, his eyes are wide and frightened, but sincere, achingly so.

They react similarly to his words; she freezes, surprised and unsure if she heard him correctly. She lifts her gaze first, then her head, to search his expression. What she sees makes what they just did seem like a small thing, in comparison.

"You do?" She can barely get it above a whisper, for fear that she'll suddenly wake up and find it all a dream. He loves her. She's loved.

"Arthur..." Her eyes fill as she practically leaps upon him with a hard, half-badly aimed so she catches only one side of his mouth, kiss. She adjusted immediately and kisses him again, and again, holding his face in both her hands.

"I do," he whispers back, laughing as she's practically leaping on him. He wraps his arms around her and kisses back as best he can, laughing still.

"I'm guessing you feel the same," he says around the laughing and kissing, squeezing her affectionately.

"Of course, I do!" She exclaims it through kisses and tears of joy.

"How could I not? My darling, kind, generous, brilliant thief."

A kiss.

"My dearest friend."

Another kiss.

"My beloved, Arthur."

He laughs, his own eyes getting watery. His fingers move to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"I love you more than anything," he says, kissing her back, rubbing along her back. "I was so scared I would say it during sex and you wouldn't believe me. Or that you didn't love me back."

She smiles, lovingly and sincere. And though the tears continue to slide down her cheeks, she is quite sober as she continues.

"I knew a man who once said he loved me, and I knew it wasn't true. I could see it that he believed it, but it wasn't real love. Not like Jaheira and Khalid had. He didn't love me, but how is made him feel. How I made him look."

She caresses his cheek, ghosts hey fingers across his lower lip, admiring, amazed he's really hers.

"You look at me and you see me. You see Syeira. I think I loved you, at least a little, from the moment we met. Just for that alone. I could never doubt you."

He smiles, soft and bashful, and lowers his eyes. "I don't love easily. And I don't love many people. But when I do love someone, I'm serious."

He takes her hand in his, kissing at her knuckles.

"I'm glad. And I feel the same way. That you love me for me. You're just..." He sighs contentedly. "...my best friend."

"Then I'm doubly blessed." She leans in and kisses him yet again, study and sweet. Then she lays her head on his chest, hands folded beneath her cheek. Her smile is foolish and smitten. She's never been happier in her life. This is even better than her first birthday, and there's not even cake!

"So. When can we do it again?"

He can't stop smiling either. It's hard not to smile, when you're in love with your best friend and she knows and feels the same way and is beautiful and-

He could really go on forever. He wraps an arm around her, then blinks in surprise.

"Again? Already?" He chuckles, rubbing at his jaw. "Maybe an hour?"

She's blushing again, but not shying away. She's just given up her maidenhood to this man, there's little else to be shy about, isn't there.

"I'm going to be sore, I can already feel it. The best thing for soreness is to stretch and exercise." Her cheeks are flaming, but her eyes glint with mischief. "And unless you know of another means to do that, well then, we must. If only for my health."

She can't keep a straight face at all.

His eyebrows raise, and he grins. "Oh, for your health, huh?"

And then he attacks her with kisses, kissing her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, her nose, her forehead, the tips of her ears. Anything he can reach.

She's giggling when he bombards her with kisses. Up until he kisses the top of her ear, that is. That turns laughter into a soft gasp of pleasure.

She rises herself up a little, leaning over him, a little shiver running through her. "I thought you needed an hour?"

He blinks a few times in surprise. "I do... Is that an erogenous area for you?"

Oh God, did his mouth make a promise his dick can't keep?

He looks so startled and worried, the laughter comes bubbling back. She leans down and kisses him softly a few times to hopefully soothe that stress away.

"I suppose it is. But it's not as if I didn't want you anyway, love."

He smiles, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "You're insatiable. I could at least go down on you or finger you, though, while we're waiting."

The very suggestion has her blush moving down to her breasts. "I've only done it once. I can't possibly qualify as insatiable yet!"

The smile turns to a grin, and he cracks an eye open to look at her.

"I can sense you're going to be."

He pushes himself up and turns to face her, spreading her legs and situating himself between them.

"I love it when your blush spreads," he murmurs, moving in to lick his come out of her, spreading her lips with his fingers and dipping his tongue inside again.

"How can you-" She cuts off when he dips between her legs again, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle a squeal. She knows she's wet and messy there, and he's licking at her, like she's some kind of candy.

"Oh my... Arthur..." She talks behind her hand, already writhing underneath him helplessly.

A dimple appears in his cheek as he looks up at her from between her legs. He hasn't really stimulated her clit yet, and so he licks over it lightly, looking up to see her reaction.

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