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This time he wasn't nervous. He wasn't sure exactly why, as he stopped outside Lily's door and knocked softly, because maybe he should be; of everything they had done together, this was probably the newest thing of them all, and though she had assured him that it was almost entirely safe...

But he wasn't nervous. He wasn't sure what he felt, humming through him. But it wasn't at all unpleasant.

In his other hand was a single long-stemmed rose, which felt appropriate, but it also felt something like an afterthought. This wasn't a date like the others.

She was going to show him something he had never seen before. And he almost couldn't wait.

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The sound she made into his mouth was somewhere between a whimper and a curse. She'd always loved hearing people during sex, always felt their words as keenly as their touch, and his words made her feel even more amazing than she already did. One of her arms wrapped around him, the other hand found its way into his hair, not pulling so much as holding onto him as her hips moved a little quicker, picking up a rhythm, desperate for him. The kiss turned rougher, messier and she broke it a moment later, her head tipped back. "Oh god... Delta," she moaned.

He had been so close, but since she had slipped the condom on something seemed to have pulled back, and now he felt like he could fuck her as long as she wanted him to. He lowered his head and scattered kisses over her throat, pausing at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and biting down lightly. He wasn't even sure why and later he still wouldn't know; it was just something about the delicacy of the skin there, the way it fit so perfectly over her bones.

And the way she was saying his name. It had been forced on him, used by people who wanted to control him, to make him into a thing. But when she said it like that... it felt like his.

Another breath caught in her throat at the feel of his teeth on her skin and the hand on his back curled under in response, nails biting lightly into his skin. It wasn't enough to leave a lasting mark, but she was hardly aware she was holding onto him in such a way, lost in the feeling of him inside her, the friction against her clit as her hips moved. It wasn't quite enough and she slipped her hand from his hair, sliding in between their bodies as she leaned in to kiss him again, her teeth grazing his lower lip, breathing hard against his mouth.

The second her lips touched his, he was kissing her again, hard and deep and lingering. He could feel her hand working between them, knew what she was doing, and he smiled against her mouth, pulling back enough to look at her - how open and naked her face looked, keeping nothing back.

"I want to see you," he panted, practically bucking his hips against her and feeling her clench around him. "Lily... I want to watch you come."

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, the curse slipping out without her even realizing, her fingers circling, exactly the right pressure she needed. He wasn't going to have to wait long to see anything and she tried to keep her eyes open, tried to hold his gaze for as long as she could, but then everything that was coiled tight inside her broke and her head tipped back again. She was saying his name, she was aware of that much, but everything else was blocked out except the pleasure that was rolling through her, her hips still moving.

He watched her, briefly entranced, almost forgetting the pleasure she was sending into him in waves, feeling her shudder in his arms and hearing her sound like that. His mouth dropped open as he gasped, thrust hard into her, wanting to push her through it, push more out of her.

Then only a little more and something in him seemed to burst open, his hands tightening on her as he came long and hard and muffled a low cry against her throat.

It was just as good as before. He almost wouldn't have believed it could be, but it was.

She was breathing hard, the arm she had around him relaxing just a little before it slid up, her hand against the back of his neck, holding him against her. Her muscles would tighten and release, gentle shudders still running through her as her hips rolled down once more and she could feel him, deep inside her. "Oh my god," she breathed, then laughed a little, lifting her head again, her hand sliding out from between their bodies to run up the length of his arm.

"Yes," he murmured, and laughed too, lowering himself on his aching arm until he was lying flat, holding her against his chest. He reached up and stroked her hair, enjoying the way the strands were slightly damp with sweat. He was tired, and tired in a way he didn't really ever remember being before.

"I... definitely like that," he breathed, sounding as if he had just decided, and laughed again.

Resting against his chest, Lily smiled, running her fingers against his skin absently. The room was warm now, the air heavy, but she liked that, too, liked lying here with him, still feeling him inside her. "Yeah, that was... amazing," she said with a laugh, the sound still breathless even as she tilted her head just enough to press a kiss against his skin.

A teasing smile curved her lips and she rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him. "For someone who didn't think he knew what he was doing, that was fantastic."

"You make it very easy." He slid an arm behind his head, still toying with her hair, still reluctant to pull out of her. He was warm, damp, happy. Moving more a little felt like more than he was prepared to deal with.

"Maybe I should keep practicing."

"You should definitely keep practicing," she answered, still smiling, the expression sort of sleepy, sort of dazed. She felt good, tired, a little sore, but good. "With me, specifically." It occurred to her only now she hadn't slept with anyone else in awhile, hadn't been out looking, but it hadn't been something she'd done consciously. She didn't know what Delta might have expected -- or not expected from her -- but that was what had happened.

"I'd like that." He leaned up slightly and pressed a kiss to her brow. Now that everything in him was subsiding into something loose and lazy, he found himself almost wanting to touch her even more - not in the same way. Softer.

"I don't know who else I would practice with."

If he couldn't think of anyone, she wasn't going to suggest he try, so she only smiled and then shifted, feeling him slip out of her before she moved to lay against his side. Her fingers drew lazy patterns on his skin, moving from his arm to his chest, absently trailing over scars.

"We'll make time for more practice," she promised with a soft laugh. "It's one of those things everyone manages to find time for."

He reached down and pulled the condom off with a slightly more practiced motion this time, sending it the way of the first and rolling close to her again.

"I meant what I said," he murmured. "I want to do so much with you. And not even just... this."

Lily tugged a pillow closer, resting her head on it, though she didn't move away from Delta. She liked being near him, liked touching him, and she rested her palm against his stomach, tipping her chin slightly to look at him. "Yeah?" she asked, smiling. "What other things would you like to do?"

He reached down and cupped her breast, weighing it idly in his palm. Feeling how it fit. "I'd like... to go to the beach with you again. I'd like to dream with you again. I'd like to watch you dance. I'd like to have more dinners with you. I'd like you to come to dinner at my apartment. I'm still learning how to cook, but..." He laughed again. "Eleanor says I'm not so bad."

She laughed and said, "Well, you're one up on me, given that my solution to making dinner is usually picking up the phone." At first she thought she might be concentrating on that because she wasn't sure what to say to everything else, but she found, if she thought on it for a moment, she wanted those things, too. "We'll do those things. All of them and anything else we can think of."

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