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It isn't easy, planning around Argine's health. Now and then, after all, she simply can't keep an appointment, simply needs to stop and sit, simply stops being a Ten and a mother and becomes a woman struggling against her own mortality. There's a good deal of hoping when it comes to setting dinner dates. A good deal of hoping in general.

But tonight was going to go well. The date had been set a week in advance, and was going to stick. The former Queen has been resting all day, her former Ace hovering and attending with nervous energy. The kitchens had been more than happy to pull together an early meal for three, to drag a table up to Argine's quarters and find a comfortable chair for the woman to rest easy in during an extended conversation. Everything is falling into place. Eileen should be ecstatic.

Is, in some ways. And is also starting to get ridiculously nervous, the way a young person gets when introducing their significant other to their only living parent.

So as the hour draws near, Eileen worries. Frets. Helps her mother pull herself properly into the semblance of the regal woman she used to be and get her settled in at the table. Argine's tsk is soft as she smooths her daughter's cheek, tells her to run along and get ready, not worry so much about an old woman.

She barely sees herself in the mirror as she throws on a bit of makeup, runs her hands through her hair ineffectually and calculates that she doesn't actually have enough time to change out of her usual fare.

Goes to loiter nervously at the door and wait for CJ to arrive. Maybe stealing a kiss before bringing him in will soothe her jangling.

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There's only so long she can endure this without getting loud. It's hard to keep quiet at all, really, her teeth actually digging into her own knuckles with the effort, whimpers coming louder and louder.

Really, really not the way to be caught by Kevin, likely still sitting up with her mother.

She takes a sharp breath in before tugging on his hair, pulling fingers away from her lips long enough to gasp, "A-ah, CJ, please-- please get the condom and--"

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He pulls back, not having finished, but what man in his right mind could deny someone calling out to them like that. He kissed her sex slowly and wiped his mouth on his arm while frisking for his wallet from his back pocket. Condom was retrieved, wallet laid out with his other clothing as he kicked off his pants and underwear and climbed higher, sitting on his heels between her gorgeous parted thighs.

As he pulls the rubber on, he looks at her, splayed out like this, beautiful. Luckiest man alive. Once things are safe, precautions in place, he lays above her and pulls her thighs in around him, kissing her mouth tenderly, then her jaw, her neck, as he guides himself against her, inside her, and slowly pushes in, pulling her into a tight, eager embrace.

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One last long whimper, and then he's sitting up again, letting her catch her breath just a little as her hand falls back from her mouth, eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds.

Her heart rate isn't going to slow down remotely. Might even speed up for the anticipation, particularly when she opens her eyes again and catches the way he's looking at her.

Amazing, how even just a look could go straight through her like that.

Her legs hook tight around him as he settles in. There's the briefest little 'mmph' as his lips press to hers. It's simply odd, tasting herself as well as him in his mouth. But then his lips are on her skin and he's pressing slowly into her and everything feels too completely wonderful to think about anything but gasping his name.

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Even after doing this as often as he can with her, the way she cries his name against his ear whenever she gasps it out loud wrenches his stomach, sends butterflies buzzing and flapping in his belly, tugs at his heart strings. He wishes he had 3 sets of arms to rub her thighs, and pet her hair, and hug her, trying to do all these things at once.

He sucks on her jaw, her ear, as their hips start their dance, moving with her slowly at first, rebelling in the sensations of her body moving with him, how it feels to bury inside her. Always so tight and warm around him, and while it's always the same, it always feels new.

He moans her name, trying to be quiet, before his hips start moving faster, rocking up her thighs, going for that spot that turns her on the most when they do this.

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Maybe, years from now, this electric feeling will fade. Every time won't feel this fresh and exciting and tingling way down through every last inch of her.

But that's years from now. And, really, not something she expects could ever genuinely happen. Not when they fit this well together. Not when he knows just how to move his body to send shocks through her with every shift of his hips and press of his lips.

One hand rakes carelessly down from his shoulder to his hip, nails digging in as her breath escapes in a deep purr that's not even remotely coherent. The other stays tangled in his hair, keeps him where she can murmur in against his ear once words come back to her. "That's good... nn, you can... a little faster, baby, please..."

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"As you wish..." he whispers, soft and throaty, his hands embracing around her as he groans, moving faster which only makes everything that much more intense for him, as well. He sucks on her shoulder, away from where a collar might reveal a mark, leaving a soft hickey, and then another, as they writhe together and he picks up speed.

"Say when..." he manages, but having to slow down as the bed squeaks, to keep quiet, secretive, not wanting to give them away because he's thrusting too fast.

He tries to pivot instead of bounce, to pump faster how she wants it, without making the bed groan and complain beneath them, moaning softly against her ear, needing to support his weight to make this possible. He has to stop touching her to grope a the sheets and pillow, moaning "ohEileen..."

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It's good to be marked by him. In the morning, she'll see the love bites on her own skin in the shower, in the mirror before she pulls on her clothes properly. Will know exactly who it is she belongs to beyond the shadow of a doubt. She'll have to return the favour when she isn't afraid she'll actually just bite him, maybe draw blood.

"Just-- nn, yes, like that, CJ, it's-- yes--"

There's a bit of readjusting, getting both arms back to clinging tight to his shoulder, legs tightening around his hips. Throwing her head back is the same, even if she's choking back the screams he inspires.

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He wouldn't care if she bit him, drew blood even. Her love bites would be heaven, even if they were more teeth than lips and tongue. From her, any touch is heaven, even if it comes packaged with a little pain. Like when her nails dig into him and leave moons marking his skin, when she clings too tightly as they do this.

He can help her, cover her cries with kisses, but he doesn't want to make her taste herself if she doesn't like it, even if he does. He can't get enough of her taste. So he just holds on to the sheets twisting them offer the corners of the bed and grunts quietly, moaning into her hair, her throat, her chest, moving quickly, about to lose himself inside her all over again.

"Uugn... Si... sii... ohdios Eide!"

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There are all sorts of statistic improbabilities to the hope of really, truly finding release in total sync with one another. Right now, that hardly matters. There's probably statistic improbabilities that they haven't already been heard, but they're beating those as well, aren't they?

The wave of pleasure that hits her hard is too much. Her fingers scramble for his hair to wrench his lips up to hers, smother her desperately overwhelmed moan with a kiss.

Hitting the peak is a wonderful, wonderful thing, but even more fantastic when it can be sealed with a kiss.

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His kiss is insistent, firm, deep, hard as he moans into her mouth and clings, feeling her body quake with release. So it's not at the same time, but her climax is not at all unrelated to his own, the way her body jerks and squeezes driving him towards a quick end, shortly afterwards.

He gropes her hair and moves within her a few moments longer, sucking on her lips and whining, as he loses himself completely, fingers cupping her face as they share their moans with each other privately, as he growls still, jerking with release, holding on to her tightly. "Eileen... Eileen I love you." He can't help it, he says it when they aren't having sex, he means it, but it's all just a culmination of his love for her when they do this with each other.

Meeting and melting into one as best as they can.

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It's a beautiful way to ride the high, his lips roughly passionate on hers and their hips jerking just slightly out of rhythm. Every inch they're pressed together feels electric. His fingers in her hair, his own hair under her touch, the thumping of his heart he can feel pressed against her chest: it all adds to the experience. Underlines how much this actually means beyond being simple, fantastic release.

"O-oh, CJ, te adoro..." It's becoming a fairly standard response at this point. Something completely genuine that doesn't knock her mind out of its dreamy haze. "So... so much, mo chuisle."

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He snickers, loving the way she says that, that she adores him, before he pets her cheeks, brushing her hair back as they come to a rest together, catching their breaths and laying close, spent and gloriously warm from it.

"Eileen, Eileen..." he murmurs dreamily, hugging her up and just nestling onto her chest, her neck, closing his eyes and sighing slowly, as he lays wrapped in her embrace. "...Hmmm"

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Settling in like this feels wonderful. Not quite the high-spiking pleasure of what they'd just done, but a warm slow comfort of being all but melted together.

Her fingers move lazily in his hair, combing gently as her heart rate manages to drop back toward something reasonable. For just half a second, her teeth come down on the inside of her cheek.

"Can... you stay? Even... even just for a little while?"

It would be good to have their own place, someday. For one of them not to have to slip away before parents woke up in the morning.

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He mmms melty and happy, sighing sweetly when her fingers comb into his hair. He has to chuckle though, stroking her side, "I can't move my legs, I'm not going anywhere. Not after that."

He moans softly, a rolling almost purr in the back of his throat as he cups her shoulders and stays still, inside her and having no plans to move again ever at this point in time. "I'm sleepy... and you feel so good. Can we just sleep like this?" His eyes are closing and he's smiling to himself.

Yeah, the idea of climbing back down the tree now seems impossible. He'd fall sooner than make it down alive. It will happen, sometime soon, their independence.

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The confirmation that he's not going anywhere is fantastic to hear, to feel murmured against her like this. There are still warm little tingling shocks as he moves his fingers along her side, as he shifts just a hair, as his eyelashes brush her skin when his eyes close.

"Feel like... we might have to move just... a little, CJ. Wouldn't want..." What the elegant way to put it? "...t' pull anything while... we're sleeping, nn?"

Naked cuddles they can absolutely do. Naked cuddles with him still sheathed up and buried in deep? Probably not the best idea they've ever had.

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He groans and pulls away, kissing her stomach and breasts, before he pulls the condom off after slipping out of her. Holding it, a bit shamefaced, he murmurs "... what do I do with this?"

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She can't help the faint sigh as he pulls out, the tiny shiver as his body heat moves away from her and leaves only cold air in his place. Her fingers tug absently through her own hair as she sits up carefully, carefully arches her spine.

"I'll get rid of it, nn?" It was easily hidden under tissues in the bathroom garbage. And it would probably be good to rinse off just a bit.

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"You sure?" it felt wrong, letting her take it, like it was dirty and she shouldn't soil herself by touching it. But he handed it over, slowly, and pulled out of her way to let her deal with it. Then he flopped down on his belly and gave her pillows a slow hug, mmming softly, smelling her on the covers, and closing his eyes to relax and enjoy being surrounded by her scent.

"I'll be here, waiting for you, baby." he whispered to her in the dark, naked and cool, and missing her already.

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"I'm sure." She's a little unsteady as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed, doesn't entirely trust that they won't give out underneath her. But she only needs a moment to feel stable again. Only needs a second to press a kiss to his cheek. "Voy a ser rápida, mm?"

And she can be. It only takes a few seconds to slip over to the bathroom, toss the condom. Another few seconds to run some warm water, rinse and dry off. Might be a minute to brush her teeth, but she can't help the compulsion.

But then she's back, slipping over to tug the quilt off the end of the bed and toss it over her boyfriend before sliding in next to him. "Survive okay without me?"

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He watches her walk away, a beautiful thing, even unsteady as she might be on her feet. He's starting to doze, when she gets back, even in the few minute it takes her to clean up before returning.

He half rolls and reaches for her arm, to pull her in with him under the covers, half laying over her as he rests his cheek against her chest and hugs at her waist, pulling her close, murmuring "No, it was terrible. I'm cold."

He sighs sweetly, getting comfortable s he murmurs sleepily "Miss'dya." yawning while he cuddles close and murmurs unintelligibly. "luvyou"

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He won't be cold much longer. She's absolutely going to meld back in against him, find her spot curled up under him and settled in his arms. Her own arms pull around his waist as she buries her face in his hair, hums a contented little sigh. Much, much better to be here than anywhere else in the world.

"Go back to sleep," she tsks softly, fingers of one hand tracing absent little circles at the base of his spine. "Got you."

And never, ever letting go.

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Its hard to say no to that, and the hug and her face in his hair, and body heat. It doesn't take any convincing for him to close his eyes and fall right to sleep against her, cradled close under the covers.

But not before he whispers "Wake me up, so I can leave before the morning. Juz a nap..." as he shivers closer when her fingers tickle his back. And then he's gone, breathing against her, dead to all the world except her.

(( OOC: Good here? ))

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Yup! Aaaa they're so adorable. ♥

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