[ She holds his head to her neck, fingers still curled into his scalp, and her cheek rests against his temple. His breath is damp on her skin, humid. She times the movement of her hips with it, following the rhythm without thinking about it. Small, wordless noises keep coming from somewhere low in her throat.
All she can think about is how he takes up all of her senses, how it's like there's nothing else in the world when they're like this, how the tooth bouncing on her sternum feels heavier than it actually is. Geralt says her name like a prayer, and her chest aches, like someone standing on top of her ribcage in combat boots, threatening to crush her under the weight, and it's good. The world's heaviest weighted blanket.
She grinds down and then gasps, nails dug into his flesh like someone might try to literally snatch him away at this exact moment. Everything is white and burning and her whole body goes so tense that she already starts to feel sore. She can barely even breathe, and yet a single fierce hiss escapes when she can inhale again. ]
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All she can think about is how he takes up all of her senses, how it's like there's nothing else in the world when they're like this, how the tooth bouncing on her sternum feels heavier than it actually is. Geralt says her name like a prayer, and her chest aches, like someone standing on top of her ribcage in combat boots, threatening to crush her under the weight, and it's good. The world's heaviest weighted blanket.
She grinds down and then gasps, nails dug into his flesh like someone might try to literally snatch him away at this exact moment. Everything is white and burning and her whole body goes so tense that she already starts to feel sore. She can barely even breathe, and yet a single fierce hiss escapes when she can inhale again. ]
Mine.