[The thing is, she's always been more than bourreau to him. She's always been Jeanne first and foremost. Especially now, when they've been making love for the last few months.
Her assessment of him isn't wrong, either. Because she can see herself in him, undoubtedly. Both damaged people, hurt from suffering at the hands of others, distrustful of all but their closest people. She grants him a sanctuary, emotionally and physically. Somewhere to feel safe.
Safe enough to let his guard down completely and revel in the majesty of being vulnerable in every sense of the word, to the point he doesn't even hide the tears that slip free from the overwhelming sensations in his body and heart. Because she adores him as much as he does her.
Although he's spent, he's still grateful she doesn't remove herself from him, so they can stay together just that little bit longer, until he has to pull out. For now, however, he'll simply revel in the warmth and hug her tight around the waist, too.]
Heh... I dunno how you can get any better, but... I welcome us trying. [He smiles softly at her playfulness, tugging her down to lay by his side, still inside her.] I'd like to get better for you, too.
[ it was vanitas who granted her that asylum first. telling her she could share with him any wish she had, good or bad. if she's able to give him a place where he can feel the same, she's done her job as a lover. as someone who loves him.
a soft, airy laugh escapes her as he pulls her down beside him. only a half a moan getting caught in her throat at all the shifting on her overwrought body. there's a warm, sticky mess between their thighs. instead of being disgusted or put off by it, there's a possessive satisfaction that purrs in her chest.
claiming her as much as she claims him. jeanne curls closer, putting her thigh over his hip before she settles her head beside his. a smile still touches her lips, though her eyes are melted amber gold when she strokes her fingers through the mussed parts of his uneven hair. ]
You're already the best, Vanitas. [ to her. he is also more than welcome to try. ] But... perhaps there is a book we can read together.
[ yes, reading filthy smut novels together will surely be wholesome and she will not at all want to act out everything as soon as they read it to test it out. ]
I've heard that there is room for improvement in all things. I wonder if I can make it feel so good for you that you can't walk.
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Her assessment of him isn't wrong, either. Because she can see herself in him, undoubtedly. Both damaged people, hurt from suffering at the hands of others, distrustful of all but their closest people. She grants him a sanctuary, emotionally and physically. Somewhere to feel safe.
Safe enough to let his guard down completely and revel in the majesty of being vulnerable in every sense of the word, to the point he doesn't even hide the tears that slip free from the overwhelming sensations in his body and heart. Because she adores him as much as he does her.
Although he's spent, he's still grateful she doesn't remove herself from him, so they can stay together just that little bit longer, until he has to pull out. For now, however, he'll simply revel in the warmth and hug her tight around the waist, too.]
Heh... I dunno how you can get any better, but... I welcome us trying. [He smiles softly at her playfulness, tugging her down to lay by his side, still inside her.] I'd like to get better for you, too.
NEW MUSIC IN MY HEAD FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE
a soft, airy laugh escapes her as he pulls her down beside him. only a half a moan getting caught in her throat at all the shifting on her overwrought body. there's a warm, sticky mess between their thighs. instead of being disgusted or put off by it, there's a possessive satisfaction that purrs in her chest.
claiming her as much as she claims him. jeanne curls closer, putting her thigh over his hip before she settles her head beside his. a smile still touches her lips, though her eyes are melted amber gold when she strokes her fingers through the mussed parts of his uneven hair. ]
You're already the best, Vanitas. [ to her. he is also more than welcome to try. ] But... perhaps there is a book we can read together.
[ yes, reading filthy smut novels together will surely be wholesome and she will not at all want to act out everything as soon as they read it to test it out. ]
I've heard that there is room for improvement in all things. I wonder if I can make it feel so good for you that you can't walk.