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"You've a fever." She says it decisively, taking her hand off his forehead. She's worried about him, but not quite to fretting yet. Caring for people is kind of her thing, and he is her lover. He's more deserving of her caring and fussing than anyone.

"How's the rest of you? Stomach all right?"

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"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.

It's a worthwhile reaction. She makes a noise somewhere between a cry and a groan, sitting up abruptly. Her eyes are wide, mouth open in aroused shock. If they hadn't just finished making love, she probably wouldn't be so sensitive, but they had, and she is. Seeing that look on his face while he uses his tongue in her doesn't lend her any mercy either.

"Do you know what that is?" he asks before kissing her thigh, letting his finger play over her vaginal lips.

She whimpers softly, biting her lower lip. She shakes her head, not at all confident that she won't squeak if she tries talk.

"That's your clitoris. Clit for short. I've been told it feels really good when you rub over it, that some women come just from that."

He leans in then, licking over her before parting her lips again, making his tongue rigid this time and starting to fuck her with it.

Well, he's been told correctly, because it feels incredible when he drags his tongue over it.

"Oh..." Then he begins that thrusting with his tongue and she can't stay upright. She fans back onto the bed heavily, back arching and hips rocking. She's always been a quick study, and her body has already memorized the motions for her.

"...oh fuck..."

It makes him pause, her cursing. It sends a shock of arousal through him, and he continues his thrusting, stopping to lick over her clit now and then before returning to the thrusting.

It's not like she never swears. She swears. Sometimes. Probably never where he's been able to hear it. She tends to be polite by default, but there is absolutely nothing polite about what he's doing to her.

She can't keep still, and not just her hips. Her hands grab for anything, the sheets, her hair, his hair, unable to stay in one spot very long. Her feet slide forward and back along the mattress, arching to her toes to post her thighs more, or rock her hips against his mouth. She must make for a downright indecent picture, and her moans and whimpers of need only make it worse, surely.

It's not enough though. It feels incredible. It looks like a wanton sin, but there's not enough stimulation to drive her up. Those casual, occasional licks are just enough keep her needy and wanting. So subnet, rather than later, she caves without a fight and starts begging.

"Arthur, please. Please I need- I need...unh more..."

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