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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..."

Her hand on his shoulder slid lower, down the expanse of his back and she was aware, again, of just how much bigger he was than her, a thought that sent another bolt of pleasure rushing through her. She was close, too, her hips tilted just right, the friction of each thrust drawing her closer. "Delta," she breathed, fingers curved under, gripping his lower back as she felt the muscles in her legs tightening. Her back arched when she came, almost a surprise and she pressed her forehead against the curve of his shoulder, her body shuddering, hips still rolling up toward his body, seeking more.

He felt her start to shake, felt her tighten around him, and for that moment he felt all his focus swing around toward her, toward what was happening to her, toward what he was making happen. And it was so immense, so wonderful, that after a few more hard thrusts he was flying after her, crushing her against him and gasping something strained, incoherent.

"Lily," he breathed, as he started to loosen. He smiled against her jaw. "Oh, my... God."

She laughed a little, the sound breathless, but completely genuine, then nodded her agreement. Her arms still around him, his weight pressing down on her, the feel of him still inside her, and for a moment all she could do was lie there and catch her breath, a pleased smile curving the corners of her mouth. "Yeah, that was really nice," she agreed, then laughed again and opened her eyes. Her hands relaxed, smoothing over his back again and she turned her head, pressing a kiss to his temple. Her skin was tingling, her muscles loose and she could feel her heart rate slowing again, returning to normal.

"Nice," he echoed softly, still smiling, curled his arm tighter under her and turned them slightly so that he wasn't completely on top of her, their legs tangled. He could feel himself beginning to soften inside her, but he didn't want to move away, not just yet. There seemed to be a soft glow over everything, humming and warm.

He kissed her brow, her mouth, her jaw, tasting the sweat that faintly sheened her skin. "What happens now?"

Had he been someone else, she might have gotten up, sent him on his way, but Delta wasn't anyone else and she had absolutely no desire to get out of bed or send him anywhere. Her fingers drew absent patterns on his skin as she smiled again, tilting her head to look at him better. "Whatever you want," she said. "We can lie here or we can fall asleep or we can talk or we can decide on all the fun things we can try when you're ready to do it again or we can... I don't know, order a pizza." For the time being, she just didn't want to move.

He laughed, almost a little bewildered, and finally slipped out of her, reaching down for the condom. After a moment's consideration, he pulled it off and tied the end, tossing it into the little trash bin he'd spotted near the bed. It felt a little ridiculous - but then, all of it did, in the most pleasant way.

"I don't know," he said, curling close to her again and stroking a hand through her hair. She smelled good. Just like how she'd smelled before... But also different, and he supposed that that something different was simply what they'd just done. "What else is there to do?"

"In general or in bed?" she asked, sounding amused as she stretched a little, then relaxed back against him. "Because you know me by now, I can come up with all sorts of fun things we can do." And he did know her, really, as well as Eden or Nina, better than most people ever got to know her. She'd told him things she didn't tell many other people, admitted to him how much she'd cared for other people before. What had happened in New York was still something she hadn't told anyone, Nina included, but she could see herself telling him, if it ever came to that. The thought didn't bother her as much as she thought it might.

"In bed." He propped his head upon his hand, turned a little more on his side and ran his fingertips up over her belly and ribs, circling the slope of her breast with idle interest. "I think... I remember some things. But not others. It's a little like I never have before."

He smiled, lips grazing the edge of her ear. "What do you like to do?"

Lily grinned, a little shiver working through her at the touch of his fingers and his lips. "What do I like to do," she echoed, considering her response. There were plenty of answers to that question, but given that he couldn't remember everything, she figured she didn't need to tell him everything right away. There was time for all of that.

"I like being on top," she said, turning toward him a little, her hand smoothing over his chest. "I like watching people touching themselves. I love giving head."

"Giving head," he echoed softly, briefly uncomprehending - it wasn't a total unfamiliarity with the term so much as how comfortably dazed he still felt. Then he got it and blushed very slightly. He wasn't sure he would have known how to ask her for that, even had it occurred to him in the heat of the moment.

So maybe it was good that she'd mentioned it herself.

"I'd like... I'd like to try that. I mean, all of it, but." He laughed again, suddenly shy.

She laughed as well, surprised by how sweet she found his response, and she lifted her hand from his chest to his face, fingertips tracing his brow. Then her hand dropped back down to his chest, trailing a little lower. "We'll try it," she promised, fingers moving across his skin. "It's a lot of fun." She'd been with people who were inexperienced before, but this was different. It wasn't that he didn't know -- she was sure he knew -- but that he couldn't remember and instead of leading, it felt a little like helping him rediscover things.

"Being tied up can be fun, too," she murmured, looking at him, wanting to see his response.

He was just arching his back a little, humming with sleepy pleasure at the soft stroking of her hand - and then what she'd said penetrated and his eyes opened wide.

What she'd said penetrated. The sense behind, not so much. "Tied up?" He frowned a little. "I don't understand."

Only maybe he did know. Or at least sense the outlines of what she was suggesting.

Lily smiled, then reached down for his hand, linking her fingers through his. Then she drew it up, above his head, pinning it gently against the pillow. No matter how hard she worked, no matter how strong she was, she knew there was no way she'd ever be able to really hold him down, but she wasn't trying very hard, wanting only to show him what she meant. Shifting, she leaned over him a little, keeping her hand on his, keeping it above his head.

"Sort of like this. I can touch you, but you can't touch me," she said, then kissed him, soft and slow.

Still confused, he let her move him, and as she did, what he sensed started to become clearer and more solid. He was so used to being big, strong, capable of physically overpowering most people even if he had no desire to do so. But like this he felt stretched out, weirdly exposed, and though he wasn't sure what he thought of it, he could feel his pulse speeding up the slightest bit.

"That seems," he murmured, licking his lips, "like it might be... frustrating."

"I think that's part of what people like about it," she answered, stroking her fingers against his palm, no longer really holding his hand above his head, though she didn't move away yet either. She knew if he wanted to move her, he easily could and she rested against him, enjoying the warmth of his skin against hers. "You never know what's going to come next, you don't have any control over it. It builds and it builds until you feel like you're going to burst."

Then she smiled again and released his hand. "And then once you're in control again, it's like... like a wave crashing over you. It's powerful."

When she released him he didn't move, lying there with his arms over his head, trying to imagine what she was talking about. Restraint... He knew that he was safe with her, that she wouldn't hurt him if he were held down like that, but when he really imagined it, something cold and alarmed slipped down his spine.

Not being able to move. Something about that, something that went deep. Something that he didn't want to have any place here.

"I'm sorry," he said, suddenly worried about what she might think. "I'm just... I'm not sure I could."

Pulling back a little, Lily studied Delta for a moment, her smile fading and she rested her hand against his chest, just over his heart. "I'm sorry," she said, realizing suddenly what he must have been thinking. She didn't know a lot of the details of what had happened to him, but looking at what she'd said now, it seemed obvious that it wouldn't sit well with him.

Another person, another situation, she might have pushed. Instead, she kissed him again, her hand on his chest. "This is what I get for talking without thinking first," she added, giving him another faint smile.

"It's not your fault." He cupped her face, his thumb stroking across her cheek. "Sometimes... I forget. Until something reminds me. I still don't remember most of what happened." The pain, the fear - he remembered those things, but only vaguely, with nothing solid attached to them. But sometimes he remembered a chair and bright light, being strapped down, Eleanor close by but him unable to reach her. To help her.

"I want to be able to. I want to be able to do so much with you."

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"We can," she said, leaning into the touch, eyes closing briefly. Lily liked pressing people toward new things, she sometimes even liked making them uncomfortable, but seeing that film of her time with Nina had taught her not everything had to be pushed to the point of discomfort. That sometimes, she was doing a disservice by trying too hard to help people explore their limits. She didn't want to do that again and she certainly didn't want to do that here.

"Even without that, there's plenty of stuff we can do," she said, opening her eyes again, her fingertips stroking lightly against his chest. "We could stay here for weeks and still not do everything."

"Really?" It wasn't that he didn't believe her, not completely. In that moment, the idea was just so... appealing. Impossible, but appealing. And he sensed that parts of him that had collapsed out of sheer exhaustion were beginning to... Well. Wake up again. "You shouldn't say things like that." He slid his hands down to her waist, fitting her closer against him. "Unless you really want to do them."