For a woman with as much of an affinity for fire as she had, Regina had spent far too much of her life being cold. It made the kiss of dragon-fire beneath Neil's skin a simple, sinful pleasure that (especially after the demonstration of his healing abilities) somehow made her feel that much more beloved when he pulled her against his chest. Warmth was safety, and he supplied it for her in spades.
Of course, Neil would never be content with leaving her to intuit or infer his love from the heat of his body or the passion in his kisses. The man had never met an excess he couldn't exceed, and so it was with the outpouring of his feelings in the chorus of I love yous she'd been fighting off before, and his possessive my Reginas that made her body tighten around the bruising ache of the fuck he'd served up yesterday and made her even wetter than she'd been in the shower. The all yours she didn't even know what to do with yet, except lean over him and take his mouth when it was free to kiss him slow, and soft, and with all her own heat.
It overwhelmed her, the way he loved her, the completeness of it, even without the magic of True Love's kiss, there was nothing lacking in it and... she was overthinking, thinking thinking, because she didn't know how to do this and maybe she was a little raw, emotionally, still from yesterday or from telling him she loved him or from loving him so damned much already.
She couldn't say the words over and over like he was, but when her breathing felt too rough and her body quivered from trying to hold herself up over him, she melted against him, let him take her whole weight, and whispered, with her mouth against his pulse, "My whole life, I've wanted to be loved like this. I...had no idea..."
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Re: 9/21 - around 7:30
Date: 2018-10-09 05:20 am (UTC)Of course, Neil would never be content with leaving her to intuit or infer his love from the heat of his body or the passion in his kisses. The man had never met an excess he couldn't exceed, and so it was with the outpouring of his feelings in the chorus of I love yous she'd been fighting off before, and his possessive my Reginas that made her body tighten around the bruising ache of the fuck he'd served up yesterday and made her even wetter than she'd been in the shower. The all yours she didn't even know what to do with yet, except lean over him and take his mouth when it was free to kiss him slow, and soft, and with all her own heat.
It overwhelmed her, the way he loved her, the completeness of it, even without the magic of True Love's kiss, there was nothing lacking in it and... she was overthinking, thinking thinking, because she didn't know how to do this and maybe she was a little raw, emotionally, still from yesterday or from telling him she loved him or from loving him so damned much already.
She couldn't say the words over and over like he was, but when her breathing felt too rough and her body quivered from trying to hold herself up over him, she melted against him, let him take her whole weight, and whispered, with her mouth against his pulse, "My whole life, I've wanted to be loved like this. I...had no idea..."