[for ellen]

[manwithoutfear]

I've come to look forward to these moments, the aftermath often as enjoyable as the deed itself. Ellen's pulse flutters under my lips as I press a slow, sucking kiss to her throat, and though I've spent the past however long mapping her body through touch and taste, there remains all these little surprises just waiting to be discovered. My own limbs are loose and warm and so, so heavy, the best kind of exhaustion pulling me closer and closer towards sleep, but that doesn't stop me from taking my time in getting settled beside her, leaving a trail of wet kisses in my wake, fingers caressing her every curve.

(Perhaps I have my reputation for a reason.)

Practically humming out a sigh, I finally lay back onto the bed, pillowing my head with my arm as I stretch out my legs, toes curling. I really can't think of any better way to celebrate a year's enforced vacation; after all, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

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[shewaswarned]

In the aftermath, she's boneless, wordless, practically thoughtless, reduced to little more than a tiny series of gasps and groans when his mouth lingers against her skin, warm and still exploratory. Her eyes are closed, letting her focus on the placement of his hands, his lips. It makes her reluctant to pull away immediately despite the heat that seems to hang in the air above them, leaving her flushed even as she curls in along his side to seek out a continuance of his warmth, slowly sliding an arm across his middle.

Her cheek nestles against his shoulder, her nose a light brush against his jaw as she tilts her head back to look up at him, eyes slowly blinking open.

"Well," she murmurs, clearing her throat softly, "that's one way to celebrate an anniversary."