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ʟᴏxʟᴇʏ ( ᴄʜɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ ). ([personal profile] charmoffensive) wrote2019-10-19 02:48 pm

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[personal profile] tender 2022-02-23 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not a wrong thing to say, but it hurts to hear. Like a hand pressing a bruise, raising a dull, twinging sort of pain. He's here, and that is a blessing. He's here, and nothing could stop him from going.

And somewhere, farther, a flicker of awareness about what she's doing in seeking this kind of comfort from Loxley. Derrica has had sex in which she is incidental, and so is her chosen partner. This is not that.

Neither sensation is enough to rattle her from the ease of sliding in towards Loxley, cinching in close, her own thighs tightening around his as she links her calf beneath him. This is good. Better. The quality of the kiss warms, opens under his mouth as his hand trails over her skin. Derrica's fingers leave his face, slip down his neck to his shoulders, holding there before she murmurs, "Come here," with the coaxing pull of her hands, asking for what Loxley had balked at: to let him settle over her, let his weight bear her down into the mattress. Derrica's fingers dig in at his shoulders, saying right up against his mouth, "I want you, Loxley. I want you inside me, please."

No, it's not distraction. It's something else, a different weight to the way their bodies meet on this particular night.
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[personal profile] tender 2022-03-30 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
A tingling ache is spreading from her collarbone, faint discomfort that finds no purchase as Loxley's body covers her, as he acquiesces to all her requests with a lovely sound. Derrica inhales at the stretch and slide of sensation, thighs flexing tighter around his hips. Her whole body arches to meet him, every muscled pulled briefly taut before the tension ebbs away and Derrica settles too, gripping his shoulders to hold him close as they kiss.

There is a reason Derrica so rarely chooses a position like this, gives herself over in such a way. It's difficult, impossible, to find someone like Loxley, who won't see it as invitation to pin her down in other ways too.

Her fingers slide into Loxley's hair again, nails scraping along his scalp as she makes soft, punched-out sounds into his mouth. The fingers of her opposite hand flex against Loxley's shoulder, hanging on. Not urging him on or demanding, just—

"Like this," is a murmur, so brief that it barely interrupts their kiss. "That's so good."
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[personal profile] tender 2022-03-30 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
While she hadn't asked in so many words, Loxley does give her what she wants: the warm weight of him over her, and this slow, intimate rock of their bodies. Her fingers tighten and loosen and tighten again in his hair. There's no reason to curtail her reactions, bite back moans or steady her breath. Her fingers draw down his spine, then back up, nails biting into his shoulder as he moves into her.

"Loxley," she breathes, tender over the syllables. It's the only thing that materializes, his name carrying deeper sentiments along with it. He's so warm. And Derrica is never going to get tired of the way his entire body reacts to praise, the way he reacts to her.

There's a long beat of quiet, gasping breaths. Derrica's heel braced against the mattress, thighs flexing at his hips, as her hand leaves his hair to cup his cheek. Her thumb slips along the bristle of beard, sets at the corner of his mouth as she says again, lower, "Loxley, please."

Please stay, is what remains unspoken.