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[Its almost alarming to him the things he thinks he would do to have her touch him again like that. But there’s time enough. Right now he wants her desperately and one of his hands reaches between them to guide himself inside her.

He groans loudly, just enjoying having her surround him. Then he snaps out of his reverie and starts to move, his breath heavy against her cheek.]

(the slow press of him inside her, the heady groan he exales...zatanna's breath quickens as the final gap between them is closed. she is snug around him, fluttering and flexing as she gets used to the delightful intrusion.

and then aemond moves and she sighs his name blissfully with pleas for more upon her tongue.)

[The pace is awkward to start, though he is definitely eager if inexperienced. He nips and licks at her neck, placing the occasional kiss to her skin as well.

She's encouraging him with the words and noises she makes and eventually, he settles into a steady rhythm.]

(she doesn't mind the clumsy beginning; he still has her feeling blissfully full and the little nips of affection and the drag of his kisses over whatever skin he can reach has her sighing with pleasure. zatanna wraps her long legs around him, her heels digging into the small of his back to coax him deeper. as for her hands, she threads her fingers into his lovely pale hair.)

That's it, (she encourages, rolling her hips to meet him.) Have your fill, Aemond...of all of me.

[It's clear he responds to positive reinforcement as his thrusts become harder and with more frequency. He buries his face in her hair, panting softly against her ear.]

Tell me...

(zatanna gasps with the shift in the forcefulness of his thrusts. he's so close. not just the way he moves within her, but the press of his firm chest flush against her own, the sound of his breathing so close. truly the world shrinks down until it's just them: a man and a woman here in his bed.)

Anything, anything, (she moans softly. she will say anything he wants her to, give him whatever he wants.)

Tell me what you want.

[Right now it's only about the physical, how she feels around and under him. More of a connection is what he wants. But only if she wants it, too.]

I want---(what does she want? she wants him to not stop, to make love to her like he's hours away from an execution. to show her how desperate he can be made. wants him to see her. but how is she supposed to say all that when he's buried in her to the hilt? she reaches, pets his cheek with her fingertips. she feels hopelessly enamored in the moment.)

I want...I want to forget where I end and you begin. I want to feel your heart beat on top of mine to the same rhythm. I want...(her murmured answer is interrupted by her own moan.)

I want you to lose yourself here with me.

[She wants more, and he can give that to her. Grunting, he takes her arms and raises them above her head, holding them there by her wrists. He angles himself slightly differently and pounds into her with more force than before. He nips and kisses her lips, watching her closely.]

(he pins her wrists and ruts into her anew and she looks to his good eye, her own half-lidded with need. she wills herself not to look away or close her eyes. he might feel the slightest shift in the aura around them as her innate magic thrums involuntarily. zatanna kisses him back, desperate.)

What...do you want? (she manages to pant, posing his question right back.)

[That shift in the air is palpable, even to him, and it makes him even more desperate for her. Clearly, he's doing something right. He keeps his rhythm, burying himself inside her with every stroke.]

Just you.

You...have me.

(she smiles softly, still unwilling to break her gaze away from his. but she does shift, loosening the grip around his waist with her legs and instead blooming for him, spreading apart.)

Please, Aemond...touch me?

[He kisses her softly. A hand reaches down, fingers brushing over the sweet spot between her legs. Again, a bit hesitant and likely a bit too gentle, but the last thing he wants is to hurt her. He waits for more encouragement to determine how much further he should go.]

(she gasps, hips bucking up at the touch. and she's nodding and he'd surely feel her flutter around his cock.)

Like that, (zee sighs sweetly.)

[He can't help but smile against her mouth when she moves and he can feel everything. His fingers don't bother to explore, staying where they are and rubbing with a bit more pressure to the sensitive nub.]

Like that?

(her lips part to answer but all that she can manage is another moan and a nod. the magic flares again as his touch sends shocks of pleasure through her.)

[He breathes it in. His thrusts slow down so she's not entirely overwhelmed, but he doesn't stop his attentions on either front.]

Come, now. Come for me.

(she wants to---badly. and the way aemond demands it of her and slows, zatanna is keening beneath him until she snaps with a cry. she pulses around him and finally closes her eyes.)

Aemond---

Good girl.

[He thrusts through her peak until he can’t last anymore either. He stills and tenses above her, emptying himself inside her. Afterward he is careful to collapse at her side.]

(the aura of magic wanes with her climax, though her senses yet buzz with aftershocks, his praise and continued rutting responsible. she feels him tense, his hips stutter, and then the flood of his seed spilling inside her.

when he collapses beside her, zatanna doesn't move much. she's catching her breath and basking in the afterglow, only tilting her head to look at him...and maybe reaching to lace her fingers with his.)

[He's still breathing heavily and he reaches a hand up to her cheek, the other holding on to hers.]

That was quite an adventure.

Mmhmm, (she hums and leans into his touch.) So you enjoyed it, I assume?

(zatanna might sound just a little smug. yes, she absolutely enjoyed herself too.)

Every moment. I hope you are pleased as well.

Very pleased. (she flashes a smile as she rolls over into her side, facing him, and drawing in close. truthfully he had been much more affectionate that she would have imagined. it's an honor, she thinks, that he allows it with her.)

I really enjoyed the intense eye contact, (zatanna notes, getting close enough their noses could touch.)

When you only have one you do what you can.

[It's glib and only mildly bitter. He drapes an arm over her hips and strokes her back.]

I did well, then?

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