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[versigny]

[ his shy inexperience coupled with enthusiasm had already been effective, but this is straight up lethal - borderline telepathic. Levi knows what she needs before she can think to express it, and when her orgasm crests, it only takes the edge off of her desperation. her desire remains, simmering hot in her veins as she shudders in the aftermath, sensitive but relishing in the sharpness of him still so close; coming down almost feels as good as the build-up like this.

she flushes hot all over again at the sight of him smiling, the lower half of his face wet enough to glisten in the soft lighting. if he sounded smug, she would've had an easier time of responding, but his sweats come off and embarrassingly enough, it feels like saliva immediately pools in her mouth at the sight. pavlov would be intrigued that even after ten years, all her ex has to do is pull down his pants and Margaery's all ready to get on her knees.

next time, she tells herself as he finally joins her, back in her arms where he belongs, sinking into his kiss. too soft, maybe, for the way her body viscerally aches for him to be inside of her. and when he asks, so good, so patient, so fucking sweet that she can't help her fond smile - ]

I've got you.

[ Margaery rolls Levi to his back, takes the opportunity to fling away her flannel, which has been caught on her arms since he unbuttoned it, and straddles him in smooth motion. one hand lies flat on the center of his chest, fingers spread wide, pressing into the soft give of his skin before they meet solid muscle. the other gently guides his cock.

their eyes meet and hold and she'll probably pull him up so she can kiss him before long, but for now, he gets an invitation to watch the way her features slacken ever so slightly as she takes him, inch by inch, the lines of her body that tremble at the delicious stretch that's already picking at her restraint. she shivers as the intensifying heat of the moment ripples outward, chasing away the morning chill of the room and manifesting as goosebumps and hardened nipples. it's - a lot. but that's never deterred Margaery before, and it sure as fuck doesn't now. if anything, it darkens the intent in her gaze.

she leans forward, hands back to balancing herself on his chest, and her hips begin to move, greedy with purpose but initially slow so she can further adjust. the flush in her cheeks spreads all the way to her chest as she exhales her pleasure roughly into the air every time she sinks down and he fills her up all over again. ]