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[ It is blissful and chaotic all in the same instance, when he rolls them, brings her to splay across the mattress, and her legs are hoisted up atop his waist now, rendering them inextricably joined for those few precious moments that he drives into her, sharp and unapologetic and making her gasp and clutch at him; she's unrepentantly slick, rendered pliant beneath him by her previous climax and yet he's poised to give her another in short order, something that props her to cling to him even harder still.

She has always been a somewhat vocal woman in this instance, never shy about producing those low sounds of need, moans that no doubt fill his hearing as his hand grasps over her blindly, cups over her breast and the round of her hip, and he fucks her hard and fast until she bows beneath him again, unraveling with another sound that leaves her closer to a strained whimper.

And then he joins her in it too, filling her with that satisfying heat, pulses of it she can somehow feel amidst her own, on and on as they come down from it together with those harshly panted breaths; she won't move to separate him from her right away, always secretly savoring that moment of lingered joining until necessity and comfort dictates he pull out, but — for now, at least, she keeps him tethered to her with her thighs at his hips, her mouth finding his for a soft series of grazing kisses in the aftermath. ]

[there's a couple of long seconds where his heart is pounding and his dark blood is coursing and he isn't paying very much attention to anything besides his dick and its surroundings, which are her.

a couple long minutes later, he comes back to vanessa's lips sliding past the apogee of his cheekbone and his jaw, silky and pretty. it is a beautiful thing to come back to, when his eyes ease back open.]

Merde. Vous êtes si belle.

[ah, he has enough brains to remember his second favorite language. a laugh dispels like a puff of warm airy magic against her cheek. he goes limp on her just for a moment, before he decides to prop his weight up a bit, shifting the majority of the bulk of his muscle and bone off of her. transfers it onto his knee instead, just a few degrees off of her glowing skin. but as reluctant as she is to extricate one body from the other for the moment.

he flicks a stray coil of hair off of her brow, but he's only far enough away from her nose to have a look for a split second, before he's in for little kisses once more.]

[ It is, somehow remarkably, everything she needed in that moment, playful evolving to frantic and chasing sensation, both of them visibly glowing in the afterward given their partial undress, and she feels herself flutter around what he still keeps buried inside her, a lingering tremor that prompts another pleased moan from her throat as her head lolls against the bed. ]

Dit l'éternellement beau.

[ For he does have that sort of ageless beauty that is almost too striking to look upon, like their shared dominant, a sort of effortless flawlessness that paints his features even now in the height of satisfaction, sated and limp and warm atop her.

She lifts her hand to cup his jaw and when he urges his mouth to hers again she answers it without hesitation, soft lingering presses that undoubtedly display her affection and esteem for him. ]

And did that prove beneficial to your study, monsieur?

[how mortal is she? ambrose has to wonder. she doesn't flaunt it, whatever it is she has; if it weren't for her relationship to dorian -- who is... choosy, to say the least, and the occasional scent of power drifting from her room, he would think she is so human. in the best ways, that witches can barely stand to think of, in their pernicious jealousy.]

Eh oui.

[what is it? sooner death and brighter joy? he doesn't like to think so. but he does like the compliments. he grins down at her, feeling pretty because she says so, sated. her frame is startlingly small, denuded and pale in the shadow of his bigger, brown shoulders. you wouldn't think so, in the corsets and regal blacks she tends to favor when fully dressed.

he should get his dick out of her, probably. but he's procrastinating. his body doesn't feel too tender, and it feels -- artistic, the symmetry of her spread hair mirrored in her thighs.]

I intend to advance to a higher course of study, though. Don't think me reticent.

[ She is flushed with color, as she lays with him, flushed with life — and some distant, dimmer realm of her mind remains conscious of the fact that after this place, for her, she will have another quieter release, gently consigned to oblivion or any other place she might be meant for.

Perhaps that is why she tends to linger more often than not, savoring this sort of aftermath while possessing the knowledge that she may not get to have it eternally. And there is, of course, the fact that Ambrose's face is one of the more charming sort to look upon, even moreso when he's succumbed to a climax that leaves them both tethered to one another for a brief time.

She hasn't objected to his delay in removing himself from her; if anything, it gives her an opportunity to lift a hand, fingers slowly edging through his hair along the side of his skull with a soft, thoughtful hum. ]

I would think nothing of the sort. You've been very... demonstrative.

[ambrose tucks his head down, preening under the touch of her hand on his head. his nose makes its way into the soft skin inside her wrist, and he shapes his lips over the faintest tracery of green veins within it. her skin smells like -- something he could sell for millions, if he could bottle it in essence.

that's not creepy, you're creepy.]

There are other secret languages which I wonder that you speak, and what dialect, what poetry you favor, [he says.] One day, I'll summon up my little courage and come knocking on your door. [his eyes crinkle warmly. he spends a beat after the end of that sentence breathing her in, feeling the last softening of his dick inside of her.

and then he straightens his arm. a bit of showing off, maybe. he can perform a very good pushup. but gently, as he disengages the slick mess where their bodies are joined.]

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