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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.

He kept going, lost in the taste of her and the feel of her shuddering under his hands, her fingers curled against his. He thought maybe he could have gone for hours, as long as she would let him, but slowly he became aware of pleasure that was so thick it was almost an ache, more need than anything else, his hips rolling down against the bed as his cock unconsciously sought the friction it wasn't getting.

He lifted his head and slowly licked the sweat from the crease of her thigh, reaching down to curl a hand around himself. "I need you," he gasped. He had felt what it was like inside her, all that tight, wet heat. "Please."

He had her already. That was the thing Lily couldn't say, but she opened her eyes again, smiling at him and lifting herself onto her elbows. With one hand, she reached for the table beside her bed, opening the drawer and feeling blindly for one of the condoms she knew must be there. At the same time, she cupped his face with her other hand.

"Kiss me again," she said, her hips rolling, body pressing up against his. She wanted him so badly, every touch sending pleasure rolling through her in waves, every shift of his body against hers only serving to make her want more.

He crawled slowly back up her body and settled against her again, closing his mouth over hers, the kiss alternately sweet and rough. He wondered if she could taste herself on his lips, if she liked that, and it sent a shiver through him that pulled a moan out of his chest.

He pulled back finally, glancing down at what she held in her hand. He recognized it, knew what it was for, but for the first time he felt a flush of embarrassment.

"I'm not sure," he breathed, kissing her again - the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her throat - "the best way... to put it on."

"Good thing it's more fun if I do it," she murmured, head tipped back, throat exposed as he kissed her. She was distracted from the task, lost in the feeling of his mouth on her, the taste of herself on his lips and for a moment, all she could do was press closer to him, toward the heat of his body. Then she shifted, the tips of her fingers slipping down his chest and then over his stomach until she could take his cock in her hand. She wanted him so badly it was like an ache, deep and desperate, but she wanted it to go on forever, too. She wanted to make it good for Delta.

Slowly, she moved her fist around him, then pulled her hand back briefly to tear open the package and within a moment, she was rolling the condom down, her gaze on his face, watching his expression.

He gasped as her fingers slid down his shaft, and then he gasped again at the way the thing was slightly cool, more so against his overheated skin. But then he was arching up into the circle of her hand, his eyes half closing, jaw slack.

Fucking hair trigger, he thought, and was so startled by it that he almost forgot where he was for a second.

Then he opened his eyes and was reminded again, and forgot everything else. "I'll try to last." He gave her a shaky smile. "If I can."

"Hey," she said softly, reaching up to cup his face gently, smiling at him. "Do what feels good. We have more than one shot at this." That thought, too, was unusual for her. Thinking about the future, about what else could be. Lily usually focused on the moment and didn't let anything else even enter her train of thought, but it didn't surprise her anymore, that Delta had managed to get under her skin in such a way.

Then she reached down again, taking him in her hand, one leg hooked around his hip. And she kissed him, lips parted, her skin prickling with need as she arched her hips toward his.

It really was so easy. He turned so she was more fully under him, one hand sliding around to rest at the small of her back, his body braced up on the other. He was half using her hand as a guide as he rolled his hips forward - and then he was sliding into her, and in some remaining coherent part of his brain he wondered how he had waited so long to do this.

"Lily," he breathed, just resting inside her for a moment before he started to move. "God... You're so good."

"God," she echoed, a breath caught in her chest as he pushed inside her, the feeling of something letting go as he rested there, still for a moment. Then his hips moved and hers lifted to match the movement as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders. Her fingers curled under, gripping him lightly as one of her heels dug into the bed, bracing herself.

Her lips moved over the shell of his ear, then trailed down his jaw as she breathed out, pressing kisses to whatever skin she could find. She wanted more of him, anything he would give, and the longer she was around him, the more she realized it was about him, and not just sex.

Slowly, he moved, pushing rather than thrusting into her, trying to draw it out. But it was so good. And... familiar. He knew for sure, all at once, that he had done this before. Maybe more than once.

But in a strange way, he was glad now that he couldn't remember.

He slid a hand under her thigh, lifting her leg higher against his hip, and changed the angle so that it was deeper, a little harder. He tipped his head back, giving her mouth more room to move, punctuating each roll of his hips with soft, rhythmic moans.

A breathless moan escaped Lily when he shifted, bringing her leg higher and maybe he didn't remember everything, but he knew what he was doing. She could feel it in the movement of his hips, his hand on her skin and her fingers tightened in response, holding onto him, her own hips moving and rolling to match his rhythm. With her mouth pressed to his throat, breathing against his skin more than kissing him now, she could feel the sounds he was making almost more than she could hear them and her own breathing quickened. She loved knowing she was doing that, he felt good enough with her to be making those noises. "God, Delta," she breathed, tipping her head back slightly so she could better see him.

He opened his eyes at the same instant that she pulled a little away and looked down at her, meeting her gaze, and somehow that was enough to send an even sharper stab of pleasure through him. Seeing how he was making her feel on her face, naked and open.

He lowered his head again, leaning his forehead against hers as he let out a broken groan and thrust harder, faster, his body not even entirely under his control anymore.

His name was on her tongue again, but it was cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he thrust harder and her other hand slid around to the back of his neck, then into his hair. She shifted, tilting her hips, another breathless whimper escaping as the friction increased and it was so close to perfect. She could feel the strength in his hands and she breathed out hard, wanting to kiss him again, lifting her chin to press her mouth to his, though it was hardly a kiss at all. All she wanted was more, more of him, more of everything.

He realized after another few seconds that, lying the way they were, they were practically breathing the same air. Into each other. It was a simple thing, but it made something in him twist and tense up and weaken, so close to too much to hang onto.

And he didn't want to anymore.

"I'm close," he gasped. "Lily..."