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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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"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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