Breaking in the new journal with some smut

[loobywibble]

Start as I mean to go on, shall I?

Hurr hurr...

 

She coerces him out of his shirt, he bashfully takes liberties with the belts over her chest, and then there is nothing between them, nothing at all. It is new and strange, touches become lighter, less desperate, exploratory brushes of fingertips on skin, touching places that have been imagined- of course, even if nothing is ever said it is impossible not to notice the change from boy to manhood, the bloom of womanhood on a body once wiry and lithe like a sparrow.

If he could find words, he’d think about calling her beautiful. He’d find compliments for her, the right words, but his mouth is dry and any words at all would fall thick and heavy from one who has often found himself unable to faithfully convey the many things on his mind without somehow trampling roughshod over the true sentiment. Instead, he settles on one word, one he knows he cannot possibly mess up.

“Aqua.”

And that is all he needs to say. She knows, perhaps she always has, because she looks at him, saying nothing for the longest of times so that he is sure, once again, that he has ruined it all, but she answers with a kiss, soft and sweet and kind against the corner of his mouth, and she’s so close that he can feel her lips brush over his as she replies.

“Welcome home,” she breathes, and he answers without words, with teeth and lips and tongue and pulling her closer to him so he can feel again.

Questing fingers tear at all too fragile clothing. In seconds it is pulled unceremoniously from fevered flesh and discarded in a corner of the room somewhere; neither of them really care to ascertain where. They’re too far gone for that, too set on surfing the crest of this wave of emotions held in check for far too long, too fixated on blue eyes staring into answering blue, on the long pale fingers brushing dark wisps of hair from eyes that have gone too long unseen.

His shyness, it seems, has fallen away with their clothes.

If it had been before, if there had still been the walls of propriety and duty and that small, polarizing force that kept driving them away from this one moment of charged insanity, they would never had arrived at this point. He would never be fumbling with the knot on her sash, her mouth would not be fixed on the pulse point at his neck, and life would have continued its march onward, both of them torn apart by circumstance and a driving darkness that had lingered so long on the edge of their world until it had taken them in its fangs and ripped them, all of them, so savagely asunder.

But that was then and this is now, now they are thrown together, reaching out for something that neither of them can put a name to, struggling to soothe the ache of old war wounds that shouldn’t still hurt them now that the battle is done. Overhead the dim bulb lighting the room flickers then dies, and both go suddenly still in the darkness as it blankets them. The silence is fought off with the sounds of heavy breaths, and then he starts to shake.

It’s nothing at first, could have been shrugged off as a shiver, but then the trembling intensifies and suddenly he’s pushing himself away from her, away from the light that is too good for him- she has always been better than him in that way- and he knows he has to get away, has to stop, can’t possibly bring that darkness of his that still lingers just beneath the surface into her. He darkened their lives before. He won’t again. Not ever.

She catches his wrist before he can go, her grip strong, firm.

“No,” she says, tugging insistently. “You’re not doing this alone again.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

She takes him in her arms then, heedless of the way he struggles against it… at first. It takes a moment, and the journey to that moment is charged with anticipation, but then it happens and he curls around her, holds her back, and he needs her, he is so tired of shouldering this that he feels that any moment he will buckle under the weight and fall.

Fall never to get up again.

“We’ve both seen it,” she says quietly, her voice soft and murmuring against his ear. “But we’re both here. We survived it Terra. We’re stronger than this. You, me and Ven. We’re here. We’re not going anywhere.”

I’m not losing you again so don’t try to run from me.

She kisses him, taking his face in her hands and making him see. She takes his hand, threads her fingers with his, places it on her breast where he can feel the steady beating of her heart beneath his palm. It takes a moment before he realizes that she’s doing the same thing with his.

They’re not keeping time, but the beat of hers fills the spaces between his. He kisses her back with hesitance, eyes screwed shut against the darkness.

“Look at me.”

It’s not a command, not a request, just a soothing reassurance as he slowly meets her eyes again. She smiles, its edges tinged with sadness, but promising more than words.

“I’m alright,” he assures her. “I will be alright.”

He pulls her to him, trying to take control. She lets him, murmurs and sighs encouragement until finally there truly is nothing between them anymore, they’re together and Terra can’t help but close his eyes again but not from shame. She rolls him to his back, astride his hips but not subduing- he will never be subdued again- and now, now, it’s too bright, she is too much and not enough. He needs more, his body cries for more, and she gives it to him, as much as he can bear. Hands tangle in hair, the salt of her sweat is on his lips as he kisses her over and over, her nails bite against his shoulder as he takes charge again, she cries against his chest when she reaches her end and now he is watching, unafraid of the half darkness in the room as he studies her face, committing all of it to memory and trying for as long as he can to cling to this one moment before he too crashes willingly over the precipice with her.

“You’re alright,” she whispers, her fingers feather-light on his face as he pants into her neck. “I’ve got you. Always.”

 

....this is entirely down to RP and certain persons who will remain nameless so. Boop. More porn.

Terra is a man of few words, Aqua has always known that. Ever since that first day, all those years ago, when her new master had instructed his oldest student to take the new recruit off on a tour around the grounds.

“You don’t say much, do you?” she’d huffed, cheeks pink from having to jog slightly to keep up with his much more purposeful gait.

He’d had two inches over her in height then, two inches that she had clawed back the following summer after a growth spurt and lauded over him until he had had his own, much more impressive burst. She’d had to look up at him, and he had fixed her with a slow, surprised look.

“Well it’s a courtyard. You can see that. What do I have to say about it?”

Aqua supposed that he had had a point.

In all the years that they had spent together, Aqua had learnt to read his silences, and in time, learnt to read him. Sometimes he could say more than any words could ever hope to.

She brushes a fingertip over his collarbone and his whole being shifts beneath her. He softens, reaching to cover her hip with his big hand and draw her closer to him. Blankets shift, the silence becomes warmer, and Aqua angles her head to get a better look at him.

She can read him like a book.

He doesn’t smile so much anymore, so the fact that the ghost of a grin has made it onto his face is a huge victory.

So he should be smiling, she thinks triumphantly, he has an awful lot to be smiling about.

People sometimes call Terra slow but Aqua thinks that’s not doing him justice. His pace is sedate, never hurried, he moves with deliberate care and measures every outcome. He’s methodical. It fits that he should be that way in all physical exertion.

Like the way he slowly moves the pads of his fingers over the curve of her hip, smoothing over the surface of her skin as though he’s afraid to leave any mark of himself on her; it’s so intimate, so precise, so Terra that for a moment she’s spellbound watching him touch her. His brow is furrowed just slightly as he sweeps the covers away and rolls her on top of him.

She’s happy to be moved, a low laugh burbling over her lips as she nestles comfortably on top of him, letting the hand on his chest move up to comb her fingers through his hair. It’s soft, still slightly damp from their exertions earlier.

Aqua finds that immensely satisfying.

“What’s so funny?” he sounds genuinely confused, blue eyes meeting hers with just a hint of puzzlement about them.

“Nothing,” she assures him, lowering herself to lie flush against his chest and brushing his hair behind his ear. “I’m just happy.”

She kisses him softly, and for a moment he grunts contentedly before his lips part beneath hers and he slowly, carefully, turns his attention to kissing her back.

Apparently being methodical makes a person a very good kisser.

He reaches up, cups the back of her head with his free hand- come closer, why don’t you?- and she complies, she’s all too happy to comply. Her fingernails scratch lightly against his head and he sighs into her mouth, and Aqua feels herself melt for him once more to hear him so unguarded.

Their legs are all tangled together. It makes it that much more difficult for her to get free long enough to settle her legs astride him, sitting up on his hips and watching as he breaks the kiss to look at her in askance.

He doesn’t need to say a word, and she offers him no verbal confirmation in return as she reaches for him and watches as her actions play out over his face.

This thing between them is still new enough that he blushes when she touches him there, and for a moment he drops his eyes to her collarbone and flushes even deeper when he realizes that, yes, those are indeed her breasts and she isn’t hiding them from him. For all the very physical proof that Terra is a man, his heart, bruised, blackened round the edges though it might be, still clings to those last stubborn traces of boyishness. Aqua understands, she’s still a girl at heart too and she wants to giggle at the sight of him.

Apparently Terra can read her just as well as she can read him; for a split second indignation flashes in his eyes before he lets his features slip into a catlike grin… and there he is. That’s the Terra who would challenge her to laps and easily overtake her when she’d burnt out her energy trying to get ahead early on in the game, the Terra who was the first to fly his glider without making it wobble uncontrollably. As he bucks his hips under her, and presses up against her hand, wordlessly giving himself over to her, Aqua sees every unguarded inch of him and loves each part just a little more. She moves her hand on him, and his eyes flutter closed as his lips part, just a fraction, and as she moves again his lip is caught with a tooth before a breathy sigh finds its way loose, and the sigh becomes her name.

Aqua feels like her whole face must be burning, and his eyes open just a fraction to catch her astonishment before he chuckles low in his throat, and she’s taken by surprise as he shifts and tugs her back for a kiss.

“Who did you think,” he asks between kisses, “I would be thinking about when you do something like that?”

“Oh shush,” she replies, catching his lip between her teeth and nipping playfully, “or I’ll do it again.”

“Mmm, please.”

“You’re- Terra!”

And then he has her beneath him, his head tilted quizzically to one side, and he’s just looking at her, and she’s looking at him, all of him, and neither of them are saying anything.

They won’t say anything that makes sense again for a while, at least not out loud.

She touches him again, firmly wraps her fingers around his length and watches his face as she grips him moves her hand, watches the shudder he half heartedly holds back, watches a nerve tic in his jaw, watches the way the muscles beneath his taut belly tighten and flex, watches the actions repeat as she moves again and again until he’s panting and falling forward, then catching her hand in his and meeting her eyes with intent.

Not like this, not now, now I want-

She pulls him to her, shifts her hips, opens herself to him and chases the kiss she wants, the cry that passes her lips lost in his mouth as he moves to become part of her. He floods her senses, his fingertips brush her lips as he breaks the kiss and lies still, breath shuddering as he fights the overwhelming urge to move hard, fast, deep, but he waits. For one moment of perfect stillness, they are one and the same, as deep down they have always known themselves to be, and it’s so perfect she is sure she can feel his heartbeat without even trying.

She shifts beneath him. The dull ache from earlier is there at the edge of her subconscious, but it’s not impeding her actions as she experimentally tests her muscles. She’s rewarded when Terra’s nostrils flare and he rocks against her, eyes suddenly dark with a wash of sudden desire, and it awakens something primitive and needy in her to see him alive and fuelled by instinct. As she resolves herself to reach for him, he’s already there, lying flush against her, mouthing at her neck and throat, kissing, nipping, sucking at the soft flesh there. Her arms find purchase on his back, gripping him tight as he moves again, stretching parts of her that before tonight she never really knew felt empty and- there, he’s found that part of her again that makes her drive her nails into his flesh and cry out with abandon. There’s nothing but Terra, nothing but his breath hot against her skin and his lips kissing, tasting, loving her. Nothing but battle steeled muscle firm between her thighs, hips thrusting into the very core of her and- ohhh- that part of him is especially hard to ignore and she doesn’t want to. Not now, definitely not now. He mouths at her breast and for a second Aqua is sure that this is what the Light must be like, nothing but warmth and bliss flooding the senses and when he moves again like that she finds it hard to even care what the Light might be like, it cannot be better than now, it cannot be brighter than those hot blue eyes softened by unabashed tenderness as they gaze upon her face while the bottom of her world tumbles out beneath her and she’s just floating on nothing but waves of euphoria and love.

Especially love.

Terra is close to his end, and Aqua reaches for him, pulls him to her, lets him drive into her body and spend himself within her, catches his mouth as he shivers before he moans deep and breaks this rhythm they’ve been dancing to. His kisses are not so methodical now, not so careful, but just as delicious.

They’re tangled together again. Legs and arms and other parts intrinsically combined and not wont to move, heads bowed together with flushed cheeks on the same pillow, her head tucked beneath his chin, breaths feathering against still fevered skin.

I love you, her hands say, smoothing sweat dampened locks away from his brow before they dry there.

I love you, his toes whisper as they brush against the curve of her calve.

Stay with me always, her lips entreat as she presses them to that spot right above his heart.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers. “I will.”