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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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[child_of_bhaal]

She lifts up as he instructs, but nerves come roaring back when he speaks of it hurting. This is really happening. Her hands rest on his shoulders, a fine tremble going through her, that she tries to will away.

"It will hurt." She casts her gaze up, meeting his. "It's the way of it. I'll be all right."

She's reassuring both of them. It's just a thing that must be, and then it will pass. Her breath eases out of her, and she kisses him softly.

"I'm ready."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He nods, sweat gathering on his brow from the nerves. If he seriously hurts her, he'll hate himself.

But he won't. He knows they'll be okay, if they're slow and careful. He holds his cock and eases into her. The feeling is incredible, but he goes slowly, watching her face.

[child_of_bhaal]

It hurts. Not the worst she's ever felt, no, but then she has a bit more than her fair share of experience in the realm of pain. She can certainly endure it, but that doesn't lessen the reality of the fact that it hurts.

She winces as the stretch happens, the push and the pain. It's a little reminiscent of being stabbed; there's a sharpness to it. She grips his shoulders, laying her forehead into the curve of his neck, her breath heavy and fast.

"It's fine. It'll pass." Her voice is strained, but she knows that he must be as tense as she is. She didn't want to stop. They'll just have to start again. Might as well get it through with since they've already begun.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

It pains him to know she's in pain. He pauses, giving her time to adjust, and then moves again, and repeats the process. He kisses the side of her face, murmuring endearments.

It's slow going, but eventually, he's all the way inside her. He rubs her back and kisses her neck, panting with the effort of holding still.

"You okay?"

[child_of_bhaal]

She clutches him close, settling against his body. She breathes, deep and deliberate, as her body adjusts. She feels...full. And as the sharpness eases, it's not so bad.

She lifts her head, kisses him softly. "I'm okay."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He's filled with so much affection for her that he feels like he'll just burst. He kisses her back, warm and soft, and moves his hips slowly and shallowly. He watches her face, wanting to see if this is too much or if she's adjusting.

[child_of_bhaal]

She makes soft little noises as he moves, not completely from discomfort. The longer they're joined, the less it out right hurts. She's in a place between. He's nudging a spot inside her that feels intense, and promises something powerful if things go just right. It makes the discomfort that remains more than bearable. In fact, she doesn't mind it at all.

She moves her hips against his, a shallow, exploring motion. She lifts her head to watch him, her eyes asking if she's doing it right.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

His mouth drops open for a quick breath. "Good," he praises her, moving his hips with her. He moves her hair over her shoulder, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder.

"So good, Syeira." She feels incredible on the inside, hot and soft and wet. He pushes his hips up and tries to build a steady rhythm, but he's not going to last terribly long.

[child_of_bhaal]

That's probably her fault, since she'd got caught up in pleasuring him before.

The praise has an effect on her, she couldn't have predicted. It causes a thrill of arousal to shoot through her, spurring her to move again, with more confidence. It makes him rub against that spot inside her more firmly and she moans.

"Arthur... it's- ah!" And that's about all she can coherently come up with.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He leans forward to kiss her more passionately, spurred on by her pleasure. They move together well, and Arthur kisses at her neck, moaning against the skin there.

"Syeira," he groans, moving his hips against hers. "I'm... I'm not going to last long," he warns her, his face flushed and warm, his hair tousled. She looks lovely like this, her wild hair loose, her skin flushed.

[child_of_bhaal]

"What should I-?" Her words cut off on a open mouthed moan, as their bodies roll together and hit her in just the right way. She leans back a little, moving a little more forcefully, trying to get that sensation again.

"Can we- ohh... more? harder?"

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"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."

[child_of_bhaal]

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!"

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

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?"

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"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.

[child_of_bhaal]

"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."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

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."

[child_of_bhaal]

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."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

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."

[child_of_bhaal]

"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?"