“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I slam my lips into hers grabbing her thigh, lifting her leg up slightly as I continue to thrust deep inside her. When I feel her tighten around me, I slam harder, faster, chasing the high we can only find in each other.
She breaks first, a sob of my name tearing from her throat. Her pussy clamps down on me, pulsing, and it shoves me over the edge right after her.
I come hard with a broken growl, burying my face in her neck, my whole body shaking.
We stay like that, tangled together, heartbeats thundering, breaths ragged.
I kiss her jaw, her temple, every piece of her I can reach.
She’s still trembling underneath me, little aftershocks racing through her body like she's been struck by lightning and hasn’t quite come down yet.
I brush her hair back from her damp forehead, kissing her there, soft, reverent.
"Easy, little lamb," I murmur, my voice barely more than breath.
I roll us gently, pulling her on top of me, keeping her tucked against my chest. She buries her face there, pressing so close like she could crawl inside my skin and stay.
Her fingers trace lazy, broken shapes over my ribs. My heart stutters every time her touch drags over my scars, like she’s not afraid of them. Like she sees them and chooses me anyway.
I tighten my arms around her. Like the fucking world could steal her if I don’t hold on tight enough.
"You okay?" I ask, my lips brushing her hairline.
She nods against me but doesn’t speak, and I get it. Words are too small for this.
I kiss her temple. Her cheek. Her jaw. Soft kisses, sweet kisses.
"You scare the shit out of me," I whisper into her hair. "Every time you hurt, I feel it in my fucking bones."
She tilts her head, looking up at me. There are tears glistening in her lashes again, but this time, they’re not sad. They’re raw. Real.
"I’m sorry," she whispers.
I shake my head immediately, cupping her face in my palm. "No. You don’t ever apologize for surviving, Aoife."
Her breath hitches. Her bottom lip trembles.
"You saved me," she says, voice cracking.
She shifts closer, her body melting into mine. Her thigh drapes over my hip, her hand finding my heart and resting there, like she belongs there.
And fuck, she does.
We stay like that for a long time, tangled together, nothing but the rain tapping against the window and our breathing filling the room.
"You’re not alone anymore," I whisper against her hair. "I’ll fight for you. Even if I have to fight the whole goddamn world."
She tilts her face up, and our mouths meet again, a slow, lingering kiss full of things neither of us have the words for yet.
It’s not just sex.
It’s not just desperation.
It’sus.
Something new and furious and tender all at once, something violent and soft that only she could carve out of me.
When we finally pull apart, she rests her head on my chest again.
