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[virgocat]

She's fussing. She knows it. They all know it, but she can't help herself.

"You're sure you don't want me to-?" She waves get have vaguely. She could easily heal him up. Dabbing at the scratches with a damp cloth isn't doing it for her. Though she is doing that, almost compulsively.

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[withimagination]

She grips him like a vice when she comes, but it takes a couple more thrusts before he's finally, blessedly, coming inside her. It probably feels very strange for Syeira, he thinks as he cries out, pleasure running through his body. Still, he's able to keep up on his shaking legs, and he pulls out of her gently, then crawls shakily up beside them.

[child_of_bhaal]

She makes a whimpering sound when Eames pulls out, but it helps. The pressure eases and that pleasure spot inside her isn't so incessantly pressed against. She lays heavily on to of Arthur, just panting for breath. There's a faint line of perspiration along her forehead. The lady is wrecked.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He kisses her cheek, letting out a content noise. "Okay, that was intense, but really, really good," he says softly. He holds her gently, using his other hand to wipe at the line of sweat on her forehead.

[withimagination]

Eames runs a hand down her back, just as wrecked as the others. He hums in agreement with Arthur, his eyes drifting closed.

"I feel marvelous. Not at all like I just ran a marathon."

[child_of_bhaal]

"Mm-hmm," is her extremely energetic, not at all exhausted response. So to help illustrate, she lifts her hand up, arm muscles shaking visibly with fatigue from being tensed too much, and gives them a thumbs up. Then her hand falls heavily back down onto Arthur's chest.

And Lo, they did at long last satisfy their insatiable little demigoddess in one go.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Arthur laughs, eyes crinkling in the corners, dimples showing. He doesn't pull himself out yet, letting her decide when she wants that to happen.

"I love both of you," he says tiredly, kissing Syeira's head.

[withimagination]

Eames smiles and leans over to smooch Arthur on the lips once he's kissed Syeira's head, then takes his own turn at kissing Syeira's cheek.

"No more talking. More sleeping."