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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."

"Why do you think I'm saying it?" Lily asked in return, drawing in a sharp breath when he tugged her closer. She'd spent time with dancers before, was used to strong men, but Delta was bigger, stronger, and when pressed against him, she felt much smaller than she usually did. Her hand trailed down his chest, fingers curling over the edge of his hip as she ducked her head, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"Although I guess we'll both have to get up at some point," she teased gently, her lips moving over his skin. "Staying here for weeks is sort of optimistic."

"Eleanor will worry," he murmured, but not with any real urgency. By his estimation they had at least another couple of hours. And he could always call her. He tipped his head back, humming softly, and the pleasure he felt now was lower, deeper, less needy but no less intense.

"I wonder what it would be like to do this in a dream." It occurred to him that they really might have hours there, in only a short time.

"We can find out," she said against his skin, pressing kisses to his shoulder, then lower, against his chest. They would have that chance, but she was still glad they'd come out of it now, the first time, glad that they'd been able to make it real, give Delta a memory of it. Her thumb rubbed circles against his hip as she glanced up, cheek against his chest, smiling up at him. "We could spend hours in there and have it amount to only fifteen minutes out here."

It was appealing, but she also liked the reality of this, having him under her hands and mouth, feeling the warmth of his skin, the beat of his heart.

"I just wonder if it would feel different." He looked down at her, combed his hand through her hair again, feeling the strands slip through his fingers. Her hair was tousled, flying loose around her face, and it just made her look more beautiful. "This feels... Mmm, so good."

"Good," she murmured, ducking her head again, pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest. "I was thinking about that, too. About how it might feel." Her mouth moved over his chest as she spoke, drifting lower, her body shifting down his. "That was only the second time I'd gone in, I'm as much of a beginner with that as you are."

Her teeth grazed his nipple as she spoke, her toes rubbing lightly against his calf as she shifted her leg, pressing closer to him.

He gasped lightly at the feel of her teeth, arching slightly into it. This was nice, this was different, a little like sitting on the couch with her in his lap but even more so. A little like when she had held his hands over his head, but different from that, too.

He remembered what she had said before. I like being on top.

He smiled. "That's... hard to imagine."

Her mouth traced a line down his ribs, fingertips exploring at the same time, moving over scars, over smooth skin between and she sat up for a moment, just to look at him. "There are some things I haven't done very often," she murmured, because feeling this way was new to her, something she avoided as much as she could, and somehow she'd walked straight into it.

Then she slipped over top of him, straddling his hips, both her hands resting on his stomach as she leaned down, her mouth following her fingers.

This time he let out a low, loose moan, and it was almost as if he were melting under her hands and mouth. He could feel himself hardening now, blood flooding south; he didn't even need to be tied up to be frustrated. Already, he wanted her again, wanted to be buried to the hilt inside her... But he also wanted this to go on, this anticipation rising and cresting without allowing him real relief.

He thought he had a pretty good idea of what she was working toward.

For a moment, Lily sat up, resting her hands against his stomach. She could feel his body responding and she loved the sounds he was making, but for just a second, she wanted to look. When she had approached him on New Year's Eve, it was because he'd looked so sad, but he didn't look sad now. She knew that wasn't all her, but his face in this moment was enough to make her smile before she ducked her head, lips pressing to his hip before she followed with her teeth again.

"You have no idea how good you look," she murmured against his skin, working one hand between them, her fingers grazing his cock, more of a tease than anything.

His breath caught at that. What she was doing to him had, if anything, made him mostly forget himself, lost in the purity of the sensations, his body becoming only a means to an end. But now he was reminded, the way he looked, his size and his scars... and suddenly they didn't seem like something he should dislike.

And then all he was aware of was the hint of friction against his swollen cock, and he rolled his hips up, chasing it and letting out a heavy breath. "Lily... Please..."

More than happy to comply, Lily wrapped her hand around him, tightening her grip, but still moving slowly as her lips and tongue moved over his hip. She wanted to give him everything he wanted and yet she wanted to drag it out, too, enjoy every moment. She shifted back, pushing down the bed until her cheek brushed the head of his cock as she continued to slowly stroke him. Then she turned her head and her lips replaced her cheek, a slow kiss followed by her dragging the tip of her tongue down the length of him.

His moan was higher, more helpless, at the feel of her tongue. It wasn't like her cunt, not really, both softer and lighter, and he arched up into her hand, looking for more. He wondered, dimly, whether he had made her feel like this when he had been licking her, if it had been this overwhelming combination of satisfying and maddeningly teasing.

His hand clenched in the sheets as he raised his head, wanting to see her. "God," he breathed.

She smiled, unable to help herself, heat flooding through her just at the sounds he was making. When he raised his head, she lifted her gaze to meet his as her fist twisted around his cock. Then her lips parted and she lowered her head again, taking him into her mouth, her tongue pressed against the underside, moving and stroking. She did love this, she hadn't lied about that and doing it with someone new, learning what he liked, what made him make more of those noises, that was half the fun.

He almost laughed, then, the breathy groan that slipped out of him shivering as it left his throat, one hand sliding into the fall of her hair again. Not pushing her down but just feeling how she was moving, taking more of his length into her mouth. His head dropped back and his legs fell open wider as everything in him seemed to open up at once.

He wasn't sure why she loved this, though. Unless... He remembered how he had loved the way she tasted, how wet she was, the sounds he could pull out of her, and all at once he thought he understood.

Her free hand slipped up his thigh, fingers pressing into his skin and she gave a soft, breathless hum as she felt his legs moving under her. The weight of him in her mouth felt incredible and she tightened her lips around him, taking his cock deeper. Reaching blindly for one of his hands, she lifted it, pressing his palm against her breast, and she thought she could do this forever. For as long as he wanted. If he would keep making those noises, the ones that sent bolts of pleasure straight to her cunt, she wouldn't need to stop until she was desperate from it, desperate for him again.

He pushed himself up further when she took his hand, braced up on his other so that her breast could fit perfectly into the cradle of his palm. Moving almost without thinking he squeezed, squeezed a little harder, circled her nipple with his thumb and felt it harden.

"Lily," he moaned again. He couldn't pull up anything coherent anymore except her name. "Lily... Lily, oh, God..."