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With her arms wrapped around him again, Lily laughed as well, then pressed into the kiss, just as hungry as he was. She hadn't wanted to push him at all, but she'd been burning for something like this for awhile now, waiting until he was ready and even though she knew this wasn't entirely real, that they were both sitting on her couch in her apartment, it still felt incredible.

She was pressing against him, one hand slipping down his back when the alarm on her watch beeped.

He came awake all at once, not like waking from a long sleep but only from a moment or two of dozing - which he supposed it was. He could still taste her on his lip, could still feel the strands of her hair sliding through his fingers - but there was her hand in his, her eyes just starting to open.

I want to see this again, he thought. This very thing. And reached up to touch her face.

Lily smiled, her eyes opened and she glanced down only long enough to disconnect herself from the PASIV. Then she reached for Delta's as well, leaving both lines draped over the coffee table and she touched his hand against her face. It wasn't like waking up after sleeping, she was more aware, and she remembered everything.

Shifting on the couch, she kicked off her shoes, then placed one hand on Delta's chest and swung her leg carefully until she was resting in his lap.

The movement didn't surprise him. Nothing much was surprising him now. It was really as if he had done all of this before, that his body remembered even if the rest of him didn't, and now that he was letting his body take over, there was no effort in any of it.

So he wasn't at all surprised to find that he was getting hard, either.

He settled his hands on her hips, looking up at her. "You're going to have to tell me what you want me to do," he murmured. "At least at first."

"I think you'll get the hang of it," Lily answered, leaning forward a little, one arm draped over his shoulder. "But I'll help you out where I can." Given everything they'd done so far, the kisses in the forest, his arms around her, she doubted he'd need as much help as he thought and she pressed closer to kiss him again. Her hips rolled slowly, pressing against him and she could feel him between them, getting hard, and a grin crossed her features briefly.

"I think I'll-" he started to say, and then it bled into a low groan as he arched up against her. None of this felt strange. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. He tangled one of his hands in her hair and pulled her for for another kiss, and this time he gave into an even rougher instinct and bit down gently on her lower lip.

He wondered if she might not like that. But only a little.

His other hand was moving again, sliding up under the back of her shirt, her skin so smooth and warm under his rough palm.

Lily did like it. All of it. She liked the feel of his teeth against her lower lip, his palm on her skin, his other hand in her hair and as he arched against her, she responded in kind, feeling a surge of pure desire coursing through her. She'd slept with other people since her arrival in Darrow, but there was no one else she'd waited for. Not like this. Not in a long time.

But she could feel it now, all of it, how badly she wanted him, and the fingers of both her hands crept toward the hem of his shirt, sneaking under, fingertips splayed against his warm skin.

When she touched him like that he got a flash of where this was going, of what it was inexorably leading to, and he already felt as if she was stripping him naked. As if she could already see everything.

It wasn't at all an unattractive idea.

"I want to see you," he breathed, pushing his hands further up, tracing her spine with his fingers. "Please... let me see you."

Leaning in, she pressed another slow kiss to his mouth, then ghosted her lips over the side of his jaw before she pulled back and smiled. Although he'd asked to see her, she took a moment just to look at him, his eyes, the curve of his mouth, before her hands slipped from under his shirt and hooked in the hem of her own. She tugged the shirt up, over her head, her hair getting caught for a moment before it fell back down around her shoulder and she let the shirt drop to the floor behind her.

He'd said she'd have to tell him what to do, but Lily didn't think she would.

For a moment he just looked at her, gaze moving over her - up over the swell of her hips, her belly, her breasts, the graceful curve of her collarbones. He had seen women naked before, of course, but those had been images, and of course it wasn't the same. And he hadn't known them. Hadn't cared about them.

Then it occurred to him, as if he hadn't thought of it before, that he was allowed to touch her, and he slid his hands slowly up her waist, hesitating for a moment or two before he closed his palms over her breasts.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, and leaned in to press a slow kiss against her breastbone.

She'd heard it before, even from people she had cared about, but it felt different every time and hearing it from Delta's lips was no exception. It sent a shiver through her, just the weight of his gaze on her and then he was touching her and she reached back to unhook the clasp of her bra as his lips pressed against her skin. Lowering one arm, she shook it off, then let her bra follow her shirt to the floor before she wrapped both her arms around him again, her head tipped back slightly.

"I want to see you, too," she murmured, leaning forward, speaking against the shell of his ear as her fingers found their way under the hem of his shirt once again.

He had never really been conscious of his own body before, except in as much as he often found himself the largest person in any given room. But under his clothes were a mass of scars, cuts and burns, marks of the process that had grafted him into the suit and of the fighting he had been forced to do after. And it wasn't that he thought she wouldn't want to see it or that she would turn away, but it was that awful past forcing its way into a place he wanted to keep from it.

But he didn't want to keep anything from her, either.

He reached down and slowly lifted up the hem of his shirt, pulling it off over his head and letting it fall.

It wasn't completely unexpected between the things he'd told her and what she'd been able to see and feel of him before, but for a second she was surprised that anyone could have done such damage to a person. To anyone. She didn't understand it, she'd spent her life far from anything dangerous or threatening and knew she'd never even begin to know what life had been like for him.

Both her hands smoothed over his chest, fingertips moving over the scars. "You're incredible," she said, meaning it completely. She'd never been with anyone like him before and she ducked her head, her lips moving down the side of his throat as her hands both dropped, creeping closer toward his belt.

He tipped his head back and let out a loose groan as a wave of something hot and heavy washed through him. It wasn't just the feeling of her lips on his neck, the warmth of her breath and the sweet smell of her hair, or what her hands were doing. He couldn't remember anyone saying anything like that to him. Not in that way. He didn't know what to do with it; it sat in front of him like a beautiful but baffling treasure.

So maybe he didn't have to do anything with it. Maybe he didn't have to do anything but slide both his hands down her back, his hips rolling up against her.

A soft moan escaped Lily as she undid his belt and she knew if she didn't manage to move them soon, she was going to end up undressing him on the couch and although there was nothing really wrong with that, there wasn't much room. The couch was narrow and Delta wasn't a small man, so even as she leaned in to kiss him again, her hips rolling in response to his, she was taking one of his hands and trying to get up from the couch.

"Come with me," she murmured against his lips, then pulled back enough to slip off his lap, though she didn't go far.

She barely had to tug. He was on his feet, feeling a little like he was still dreaming, ready to follow her anywhere. He still couldn't stop looking at her, the soft curves of her breasts and the line of her waist, the graceful dip of her spine.

He had no idea how this part of himself had been dormant for so long. He could hardly even imagine it now.

"The bed?" he asked, and almost grinned. "I do know some things."

"I think you know a lot more than you realize," Lily answered with a smile, her teeth pressing into her lower lip briefly as she walked backwards around the coffee table and toward the hall. That smile made her heart beat faster and she could remember all too clearly the last time a man had gotten under her skin like this, but she didn't regret it then and she wouldn't regret this. She didn't want to turn and have to stop looking at him, not even for a moment, and when she reached the bedroom, she was glad to discover she'd left the curtains open and sunlight was streaming into the room.

She sat at the edge of the bed, fingers hooking in a belt loop to tug him closer to her.

He stepped closer when she pulled him, looming over her - which didn't even feel as strange as it normally would have. Lopsided, maybe, but not in anything like a bad way.

He didn't want to stop touching her, but he also knew enough to be aware that there were necessary steps here. His hands dropped to his belt and then to his fly, undoing both.

"I think maybe more of it's coming back to me."

Lily's hands joined Delta's for a moment before she leaned in and pressed a slow a kiss to his hip. She thought more was coming back to him as well and she smiled against his skin, then pushed slowly back on the bed, the invitation for him to join her more than clear. Her hands fell to the button of her jeans and she lifted her hips as she undid them, tugging them down, watching him all the while, holding his gaze.

It was easy, shedding the rest of his clothes. A little clumsy, he managed to kick his shoes off, and it was still clumsy as he slid his jeans and underwear down his hips - and then he was naked in front of her, and he wasn't even thinking about his scars. He wasn't even really thinking about himself at all.

Except for how much he wanted her.

He crawled up the bed, reaching out and sliding a hand up the smooth skin of her thigh. It wasn't even completely about him, the wanting. He wanted to make her feel good. He wanted to make her feel amazing.

He laughed softly, leaned down and grazed his lips over her lower belly.

"God," she murmured, looking at him as he came toward her, wetting her lips with her tongue. He really was incredible, every inch of him and she smoothed one hand down over his back, her hips arching as his lips pressed against her skin. She wanted him so badly, more than she could remember wanting someone in a very long time and although she'd done her best to deny it meant anything, that she cared more for him than someone she'd have picked up in a bar, it was impossible for her to do so now. She wanted him. It wasn't just about sex, it was that she'd found herself falling for him.

The thought made her heart beat harder, her breath quickening as she hooked one leg around his, her toes dragging up the back of his calf.

He turned them so he wasn't lying entirely on top of her, one hand closing over her breast and kneading gently, his cock pressing against her belly. It would be so easy, he thought as he dragged his mouth down her throat, to just thrust into her - because yes, he knew how to do this. It would be easy to fuck her hard and fast, and then it would be over far too soon.

He scattered kisses over her throat, her collarbones, back to her jaw again, and his hand slid down her body and stopped between her thighs. He drew in a breath when he felt how wet she was, a new kind of hunger surging up in him.

"I want to kiss you there," he breathed. "Can I?"

She wasn't having to guide him at all and Lily's breath caught as she felt his cock pressing against her, then again as his fingers moved lower, between her legs. A smile curved the corners of her mouth briefly and she paused, pushing her hair back from her face before both her hands returned to his body, roaming over his shoulders and back, feeling the shift and flex of muscles.

"You can do anything you want," she answered, still smiling, her chest rising and falling quicker than before. She was impatient, she wanted him right now, but she wanted to drag it out, too, make it last.

He smiled, eager, as he slid slowly down her body, lips closing around one nipple, against the underside of her breast, her ribs, lower. He could focus on so much: the smoothness of the skin under his hands and mouth, the sounds she was making, the smell of her skin, the heat of her... But when he spread her thighs and bent between her legs, parted lips against her cunt, all he was aware of was her taste.

Instinctively, his tongue flicked out - and God, the taste was sweet. Sweeter than he would have imagined. He let out a soft groan, practically lapping at her. More, he wanted more. If she'd only let him.

Lily's head fell back against the bed, her lips parted as she drew in a sharp breath and at the touch of his lips against her, she slipped her hand into his hair, her palm resting against the back of his head. The muscles along her legs tensed and relaxed again and she groped blindly with her other hand until she felt Delta's against her thigh, fingers twining through his. "Delta," she murmured, her back arching and she could feel pleasure rippling through her. Her skin felt especially sensitive to his touch, to the sheets beneath her and even the air around them felt heavier than usual.