Reconciliation - NSFW
[spoiler]Julianna woke up because she was cold. At least, she thought that was what woke her up. It seemed accurate since she so hated the sensation. At some point the blankets and the husband keeping her warm had been removed, and the flimsy lingerie she wore was doing nothing to fight the chill. A chin rough with stubble nuzzled against her knee, her leg twitched and it was then that she noticed her supposedly missing husband had positioned himself near the end of the bed. She lifted her head to look down at him, grey eyes stared back up at her a mischievous grin pulling the left corner of his mouth. Moonlight filtered through open curtains, but she could see him near perfectly anyway. She smelled faintly of the expensive and flowery soap that she always used; a scent he would always associate to their time together.
Slowly, Owen made his way up her thigh, lips and tongue leaving a wet trail on her soft skin. Lean, flat muscles tensed under his touch and she parted her legs to make room for him. He repositioned himself, sliding into the space she had made and settling onto the bed. His hands smoothed over her skin until fingers hooked into the hem of her panties. He looked up again, making sure to meet her gaze.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She dropped her head back onto the pillows, ears twitching as she lifted her hips to assist him in pulling the thin material off of her body. Her tail curled against her spine, trapping itself beneath her weight. “Don’t you dare.”
He smiled and tossed the article off the side of the bed. He wasted no time, lowering his mouth to the delicate curve of her hipbone. Her breath fell in a sigh, a hand lifting to comb through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. He nipped at her skin with his teeth and her breath hitched, her whole body tensing. His mouth dipped lower towards the apex of her thighs; she smelled less of soap and more of need. Even softer than her thigh, she was hot and wet under his tongue as he licked her slowly; teasing.
The hand on his head curled into a fist in his hair, trembling; her thighs, too, trembled as she clamped them over his ears and he smiled as he kissed her. Kissed the heat between her legs. Even with his ears covered, he could hear the purring moans she made when his lips closed around her clit. He mouthed her name against her sex: Julianna. And even though she couldn’t have realized what he did, she answered him, her voice shaking with pleasure and resonant purrs: “Yes. Oh. Oh yes.”
He slid his hands up her thighs and hips, flattening his palms over her stomach. He felt it rise and fall as she drew short, unsteady breaths. He felt it clench as his lips and tongue teased her. Further up, he cupped her breasts through her camisole, they fit perfectly against the palm of his hand. He squeezed gently- too gently. Her other hand settled on one of his, pulled it tightly against her. He dug his fingers into her flesh, rolling one taut nipple between forefinger and thumb and she whimpered softly, legs rising, ankles crossing between his shoulder blades. Her body rippled under his touch; the hand in his hair tightened.
He did not let up until those tremors quieted.[/spoiler]
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.