[ There is a warmth in her body that she has never felt before, syrupy and molten and suffused down to her very bones. It is so deeply comfortable that, for a moment she wonders if she might fall asleep from it. Was this truly what it was like to achieve this kind of pleasure? Or was Varka's attentive ministrations the key?
Speaking of Varka and his ministrations: Nicole notices a few seconds too late that he is still moving his fingers within her. A faint noise leaves her as she clenches down round him, turning her head to press mindless, wandering kisses all over his face.
She is glad. If this had ended here… she desires more. She wants to see him, to be able to give him the same pleasure he's given her.
It takes a little longer for her to find her voice again in any meaningful capacity. When she does, the warmth in her tone could rival the Pyro she wields. ]
That was… really nice. Mmh. My body has never felt like this before. [ She pauses for a few seconds, then squeezes her arms round his neck mischievously. ] Does that mean I get to see it now…?
[To be wholly honest, Varka could be perfectly content, if things ended here. He's earned her gentle, wandering affection, which is certainly more than he could ever ask for. He sighs warmly into her touch, tilting his head every now and again to catch her lips.
But while he might be able to make himself settle, there's no denying that desire twists within him. The fact that Nicole remains so eager is enough to remind him of his own desire, even as he puffs out a laugh.]
Greedy, very greedy. [Still, his heart swells knowing that he has left her so satisfied, even winning out over her previous attempts. Score one for Varka.
At her urging, though, he does steadily sit backward, either dragging her with him or gently weaving out of her grip. His fingers carefully slide out of her, rising first to his mouth as he makes a show of tasting each finger — all without breaking eye contact. Indeed, his body shudders from even just a taste.
She is incredible, but surely that isn't surprising.
Only once he's satisfied, does he drop his hands to his pants. Thankfully, being that he has settled for the evening, he is divested of any additional accessories or, Barbatos forbid, his boots. It's only a belt and his pants that he needs to contend with, both of which are easily handled by himself, should Nicole deign to not help at all.]
[ Laughter comes easier. There is a comfort deep within her that loosens even her most deep-seated inhibitions. Varka calls her greedy and she is quick in her reply, though it is not to disprove his comment whatsoever. ]
If I am greedy, it is because you encouraged me to be so. You have made your bed and you will lie in it with me, thank you very much.
[ She cannot be deterred from maintaining her hold on him at least somewhat, so they do rise as a duo for at least a few seconds. She shakes with an uneven breath when his fingers pull free, and then shakes a second time, stronger, when Varka lifts his fingers to his mouth. Briefly, powerfully, she wonders what his mouth would feel like on her.
A thought for another time. Nicole eagerly joins her hands with his once they lower to his pants; she takes it as unspoken permission to do as she has wanted to for quite a while now, and undress him fully. She even goes so far as to bat his hands aside so she can attack his belt on her own.
…Though perhaps it would have been best to let him handle it. As soon as she gets his pants open enough to fit her hand in, in said hand goes. She pauses as if frozen solid before her hand gets past his waistband, looking up at him wide-eyed. After he had gone through such effort to make sure she was comfortable with him touching her, she had nearly barreled past all social convention in her eagerness! ]
Ah – I'm sorry, I didn't wait! Excuse my poor manners. Is it okay if I…?
[Varka is laughing even before Nicole speaks. The eagerness had been both amusing and endearing, and he hadn't planned to complain. Given how the night has gone, and the fact that he was rpactically inviting her to get "hands on," so to speak might well have been a silent invitation, but Varka is more than happy to vocalize it.
It's not like he's going to discourage good behavior.]
Yeah, yeah. Just - go easy on me! Don't get all rough because you're so excited.
[Judging by the mirth in his voice, he doesn't actually think there will be a problem. But he has to get a few jabs in first, before the quivering in his body gets the better of him. With even the barest possibility of release on the horizon, Varka can't quite help himself. In fact, he finds his body rising to push into her touch.]
I'm sensitive, you know!
[Which... that part probably isn't exaggeration, considering his current predicament. He's been at the ready for some time now, after all.]
[ "Go easy on him." Right, she can do that. She is going to take that so literally that you are likely to regret it, Varka.
Rather than immediately push her hand down again, Nicole instead takes the conscious effort to remove Varka's belt and undo his pants properly. She pushes them down enough to give herself proper access, until she is face to face with the final barrier of clothing between herself and Varka. ]
I am not a misbehaving brute, you know. I think I have been very well-behaved this whole time, as a matter of fact.
[ Even clothed, it is obvious enough that Varka is… proportionate. Nicole's mouth does not quite go dry, but it is a close thing. Her hand practically gravitates towards him, tracing over the clothed shape of him with delicate fingers. The heat, the solidness… though Varka's fingers had felt good, better than she could have anticipated, she knows without a shadow of a doubt that this would feel demonstrably better.
Nicole's eyes have that look in them again: that earlier intensity, but with a far narrower focus. She fits her hand against him through fabric, staring up with eyes that are borderline sparkling. She shifts closer, molding the front of her body against Varka's the best she's able to given their positioning. ]
Never said you were! [He tries to pretend that his body shakes with just desire as he shifts, eager to divest his pants entirely. Like the rest of their clothing, it is thrust aside from the time being, off into some nameless pile at the end of the bed.] But you are very eager! And this is all new to you. Have you ever seen one of these things before?
[What a... graceful way of putting it. But hey, expecting grace out of him, especially right now, was a hefty ask considering their circumstances. It's little wonder he doesn't outright grown as her fingers trace over him. Even muted as her touch is through the fabric of his underclothes, it's more than he's gotten all night.]
Barbatos, [He finds himself hissing, before realizing... maybe he shouldn't be invoking the pesky archon at a time like this. He can practically hear the ehe~, which threatens to dampen the mood -
Oh, but her hand solidly fitting around him, and her body pressing up against him — he's quick to abandon one train of thought for this one.]
Y-yeah, I mean - if you're asking. And ready, and - [He has to swallow hard. His mouth feels dry. His head is swimming.]
Didn't I say something about being careful?
[She's barely touched him, but he still feels as if he's coming apart at the seams.]
I haven't! At least, not in this setting. But how different could it be in comparison to handling the other parts of you?
[ She says it so confidently, so brightly, that it will surely put his mind at ease! Nicole is borderline giddy now. Her first orgasm, and her afterglow, have awarded her some measure of control over her thoughts. It also helps immensely that he is no longer touching her. That had proven to be incredibly distracting.
When he invokes Barbatos' name, Nicole simply giggles. Varka's struggle is incredibly endearing and… incredibly attractive. The fact he nearly agrees so readily to her request is proof of the fact that he had been enduring his own desire to attend to hers.
With that thought in mind, Nicole uses both hands to divest him of that final layer. Though she has to lean away in order to do so, she is quick to fit herself back against him. Though she only has a budding idea of the concept of seduction, she knows that the warmth of her naked body against his will be more than serviceable.
Even more effective, most likely, will be how she angles herself to grind against his thigh. The sensation is – she sighs breathlessly, reaching down to curl her hand around him properly. Or, at least as much as she is able. The fact she cannot entirely encircle him with her fingers… ]
You did. Did you want to prepare me some more?
[ Okay, maybe she's being a bit mean. It's hard to resist! ]
[Varka is rapidly losing control of the situation. Not a bad thing, necsessarily — he appreciates that Nicole's confidence has been bolstered. But at the same time, it's keeping him from putting on the moves properly. He had plans for how this was going to go and -
Static floods into his mind as she curls around him, followed by a disorienting wave of desire as her body slides against his. He almost doesn't process how she teases him, lost in a half-cooked fantasy as he is. He is half tempted to lift her up and take her like this, solely within his arms but -
No, no that wouldn't be proper. That isn't what he wants.
Instead, he wraps an arm around her waist, bringing her firmly to his body as he all but flops onto the bed. He uses his free arm to brace himself, hopefully keeping from squashing Nicole entirely. But at least this way, the advantage is his once again.]
No, no. I think you're plenty prepared. Plenty - ready for me.
[It takes remarkably little strength to position her once more, legs once against pushed apart by his own. He leans up, taking hold of himself properly. Even his own touch elicits a shiver from him, and he has to breathe deep to clear the haze in his mind.
Only then does he guide himself forward, sliding teasingly once, then twice against her, before positioning himself properly.]
[ Any pretense of feeling apologetic for derailing Varka's carefully laid intentions goes firmly by the wayside when he drags her against him. The hard line of his forearm pressing against her skin, firm and unyielding, would be more than enough to whet her appetite without the forward motion immediately after. Nicole gasps as she is effectively pinned to the bed beneath Varka's body weight.
Breathless laughter leaves her before she can entirely stop it. Varka's impatience is both a balm to her senses and a lit match held to her nerves. He wants her as sorely as she wants him. He cannot bear to wait a moment longer, the same as her. ]
Good –. [ She gasps, trying and failing to not sound as accomplished as she feels. ] I thought so too.
[ She moans for the simple sake of it when his legs push hers apart. Though she would never have imagined it prior to this night spent together, the sheer difference in their respective volume and physical strength does excite her.
How easily Varka had trapped her beneath him, had shoved her open so he could regain his control over the situation…
Her head spins. The first brush of him only exacerbates it: warm and heady, weighty enough that if she could flex her hips just right she could surely coax him in… a frustrated sound ekes into their connection as she struggles to writhe, hair shifting across the sheets.
[The faint under current of smugness that layers Nicole's voice should irritate him. Instead, he feels only playful exasperation. It's hard not to, when he has the upper hand, even if part of him knows he's played right to Nicole's plans. He doesn't mind being pulled by her strings, though. Not when it works out so well for him.]
Please - what?
[It's hard for him to keep his composure, pressed against her as he is. If he wanted to, he could drive himself home. Instead, he opts to tease - shallow brushes that barely so much as enter her. And if it works to his advantage in further loosening her, that's all the better. He is, after all, very aware of his size.]
Always so good with your words, Nicole. Lemme hear em now.
[Some part of him balks at his own teasing, for it only thins his already fraying resolve. But it's worth it. He wants to hear her say it.]
[ It is to his credit that he is not irritated, because Nicole makes a sound that is dangerously close to an exasperated, thready whine when Varka rocks forward and… only skims over her entrance. For every individual time that he shifts his hips and slips against her, Nicole makes an increasingly demanding noise and, as desired, becomes a small amount looser. Even if she tries to clench around open air every time he comes close.
Consternation and exertion both knit her brow. It is hard to truly feel exasperated when this all still feels this good… and especially when the timbre of Varka's voice suits that exact type of teasing so well.
She makes a mental note of it. Maybe she could convince him to read a set of lines she writes out… but, would it have the same devastating impact when they were clearly contrived? Perhaps it was simply better to request he say lines that came from the heart – or, in this regard, somewhere a bit southward of the heart.
Focus, Nicole! She forces herself to exhale, slow and shivery. Embarrassment and desire war in equal measure. It is a simple request, on paper… but with his attention so riveted on her, and his body so close… and his expectations sounded high! What if she failed to entice in the exact proper moment that required it? ]
Please, Varka… [ Oh, gosh, how embarrassing. Her voice almost sounds weak from want even to her own mental ears. ] Won't you… please, take me? I need you. I need this. Show me – what I can have, now that we are free?
[He should have known he was playing a dangerous game, asking for this. Not only does he feel strung tighter than a bowstring, but Nicole's words also strike a deep-seated emotion within him. After all, this is more than a heated, physical affair. Varka wouldn't be here if not for his feelings for her.
He wouldn't have risked his very life invoking the names of the shades to prove they were safe, after all.
So the fact that she mentions their freedom, the very thing he's written stories about within his head? How can he say no. Doubtless, Nicole will see that resolve crumble in real time, a level of vulnerability plain in his gaze before he averts it once more.]
Like I said. Anything for you, Nicole.
[He does not keep her waiting.... much. Though he moves forward, the pace is still steady and careful. He will not have it be said that he let his emotions get the better of him. He will not let Nicole walk away from this having felt unpleasant at any moment.
Even if it is difficult. He clutches at the bed beside Nicole's head, suppressing a shudder as he moves. It's a wonder he does not tear holes in the sheets right about now.]
[ In many ways, it is a relief to see that it is her heartfelt feelings that shatter the guise of his teasing. In the breath of a moment that she is able to pinpoint the emotion in his eyes, Nicole feels more at ease than she has likely ever felt.
If his touch earlier had felt like a culmination, this is a realization. A promise. Varka starts to push inward and the stretch of him is unlike anything she has felt. Even the pretense of his fingers, as careful and exacting as he had been about his preparation, could not truly prepare her for this.
She regrets nothing. She forces her breathing to slow, forces herself to relax: she wants to accept every inch of him as wholeheartedly as she can, without an iota of hesitation. He takes his time and she provides no resistance to make the slide that much easier for him. Though the discomfort is far more significant than it had been with his fingers, she knows without a shred of doubt that it will be worth it.
…Besides, Varka's visible struggle is also stroking her just the right way. The veins in his forearms, the white-knuckled grip on the sheets… she curls her fingers around his wrists and sighs, the sound fluttering and earnest and wanton. ]
[He knows this isn't easy on her. To hell with his struggle when it came to desire, Nicole is having to shoulder both that and the stretch of him. It cannot be pleasant, and the thought almost makes him feel guilty. While it's a relief to hear her "voice" and feel her fingers on his skin, he wonders if it's enough.
Gingerly, he leans downward, once more pressing his lips to hers. It isn't an urgent kiss, and it isn't terribly deep. Instead, it's a reminder. He's right here with her. He wants to be here. And he'll do what he can to make it as gentle as possible.
He breaks the kiss only a few seconds later, murmuring:]
You feel how well you're doing? Lucky I don't fall apart right here, because of you. [A shiver works through him.] That's all you! How about that?
[He doesn't wait to return to kissing her. There are advantages to having her voice within his head.]
[ Again, she finds herself deeply grateful for Varka's emotional intelligence. Though she may not have been able to preemptively understand the need herself, the closeness of the kiss turns out to be sorely needed. It tethers her in the moment, reassures her that this discomfort was only temporary.
She trusts Varka not to do her harm. Her fingers falteringly find his face, anchoring her with the heat and touch of his skin.
When he starts talking to her, it does prove an apt distraction. She smiles at first, strained but genuine. Then she laughs. Her hands fully curl round his face when he leans back down to kiss her, holding him in the same breath as clinging to him. ]
Thank you for – the encouragement. You may take as much time as you need. I –.
[ Her fingers tighten, pressing that small bit more into Varka's skin. ] I am right where I want to be. I am doing what I want to be doing – and I could ask for nothing more in this moment than for you.
And you have me. [A groan rises up his throat, and he doesn't bother to stifle it. He grins, almost sheepishly, in the wake of it.] Every inch of me.
[his hips ease back in the slightest, then inch forward in a shallow thrust. Archons, it feels like it's taking an eternity. Nicole feels impossibly warm around him, the sensation so dizzying that it's a wonder he's able to maintain his senses.
The hand nearest her head shifts, folding onto its side so that he can stroke his thumb over her temple, and then into her hair.]
I ever tell you how beautiful you are? Not just like this — though trust me, you're plenty radiant right now. Just - mnn - in general.
[ There are many things she is grateful to have experienced in her exceptionally long life. Being wrapped up with Varka so intimately, so carefully? It easily graces the list. Though she is struggling to stay entirely rooted in the moment, it is Varka in his entirety that grounds her: the flush of red across his face. The vibrant, brilliant blue of his eyes on her. The weight of his body on top of hers, and the heat that builds in the precious space between them. She catalogues it all with a distracted mind and tucks it safely into her memory, a shining pearl of recollection.
That first, shallow thrust intensifies the heat in her stomach more than she ever thought possible. Though her head shifts into motion as if to throw itself back onto the mattress, it instead lists almost instinctively into his touch. Her mouth works around each individual breath, painted a pretty pink by their kissing and her exertion.
It morphs into an open-mouthed smile for a second at his compliment. Her lashes flutter. Somehow, amidst it all, she still finds it within herself to tease. ]
Mmh. Only in jest, as I recall. Or to ward off my anger.
[ She sweeps one hand down to thumb over the bridge of his nose. The shape of his browbone. Down, to the corner of his lips. ]
You are beautiful too. Or maybe I should – say handsome? Dashing?
[The longer Varka watches Nicole, the more his heart begins to skip and pound. Every minute twitch or shift in her expression sends affection through him — the effect not unlike electro being straight through his chest. Suddenly, all the ballads and poems seemed to make sense.
Which is a hell of a thing to consider, given his current position.
Yet somehow just that simple smile threatens to be his very undoing. Varka's expression wobbles, and he tips his head down to kiss the corner of her mouth.]
Should make a habit of it. Regularly, I mean.
[His face follows her hand wherever it goes, desperate for just an ounce more of affection.]
You could call me whatever you wanted, I think. [He huffs once, an almost awkward smile forming on his lips. His body shifts, another thrust pressing him further into her. Something molten coils within his gut, already dangerously hot.] Still - still doing ok?
[ That deep affection, somehow, deepens at the tremulous shift in Varka's expression. It is a drop in an increasingly growing fount. For a creature crafted to love humanity, to feel deep appreciation for mortalkind, it comes both naturally and hard-fought. In many ways, this moment almost makes it all worth it.
Nicole turns her head to meet his lips, if only for a moment. ]
I wouldn't mind that.
[ Laughter blooms and redirects the heat, even as Varka pushes further into her. She feels it saturate her being, from every point of their contact. For one blinding breath, she wishes to never be separate from this warmth. The pleasure suffuses her so utterly that to imagine being without it… ]
Mmh. What would you – like for me to call you? Surely – such stuffy titles and formalities would no longer suit us, so –.
[ Though she knows that is not what he meant, she asks the question regardless. She wants to know what he will say.
That same pressure from earlier is building within her again. She does not want this to end prematurely; she wants to experience every inch of Varka, to the fullest amount that she can. The discomfort has transitioned into a feeling that seems almost insatiable. Though she is almost loathe to disrupt the fragility of this heartfelt moment, she almost cannot help herself. ]
I feel good. [ She sighs it into his mind, breathless and thready and needy. ] Better – better than good. I need all of you. Ideally, before it is too late.
[What a question. If his head wasn't already spinning from the overwhelming amount of sensation running through him, then it certainly would be now. It certainly adds a level of official to their relationship. Not that Varka would balk at such a thing. He had meant every word he'd said about tying them together. But asking for a word to define all of that - ]
The usual titles don't seem to fit us, huh? [Calling an angel his girlfriend, or she using the word boyfriend seemed so inappropriate, but nothing else comes to mind. Probably because most of the blood has left his brain by now.] Can I - take a rain check. Only because I don't want to say something stupid.
[And he's already said so many stupid things this evening, hasn't he?]
I know, I know. I'm working on it. [He's getting closer by now. Another thrust, another slide - and then a pause to shudder as another jolt rocks through him.] 'm almost there.
[In more ways than one. It's an incredibly humbling thing to admit, considering the way he might have normally bragged about his prowess and stamina. Being made to wait as long as he had had done a number on him, apparently!
Still, he manages to keep himself together as he moves forward that last little bit, bottoming out within her with a shuddering breath.]
[ Though it is likely a little mean, Nicole starts to laugh. It isn't meant unkindly, genuinely. More than anything, she is delighted by all of this. The novelty of it, the fumbling of it, the way they must commit to figuring it out rather than her already knowing! How beautiful it is, for something to be new and uncharted territory. ]
Not – mmh. Not quite. I almost want to ask you to say what came to mind first, but –.
[ The more time she spends with Varka, the more about him she finds worth cherishing. The distracted sound of his voice, the furrow in his brow, the curl of his hair across his forehead as he exerts himself. The way his body shudders in pleasure. She treasures him. She wants, more than anything, to hide him away from even the distant eye of the Heavenly Principles. She wants him all for herself.
She's still laughing when he bottoms out, but the realization of it transitions the sound into a helpless, overcome moan. Her fingers trip over his face in search of a lifeline, anchoring at his jaw. Abruptly, all she can do is clutch at him, sensate and shuddering. ]
Oh –. [ She has to force her eyes open. She was unaware she had even closed them. Her abdomen tenses, and it sends a bolt of pleasure through her so sharp that she twitches. ] Yes – there you are. There you are.
[That her laughter remains so bright and warm is probably the only reason he doesn't balk at her. That, and he feels unbelievably, incredibly good like this. Even the coldest of laughter might not have been enough to break the seeming enchantment that's been laid upon him.]
You definitely - don't want that. I'd say something stupid.
[And he wants the right thing to come out, as far as Nicole goes.
While Nicole's fingers flail and find his face, now that he's no longer trying to guide himself in, he's able to seek out her hand. He tightens their fingers together, pressing them down against the mattress. He holds still for a moment, trying to both adjust and let her adjust in kind.]
Right here, Nicole. Always right here.
[It's a promise, in and of itself. He would not ask Nicole to give this without a commitment in kind. They're spiting the very gods, after all. She needed a promise that he'd remain with her.]
I'm gonna move now, okay?
[He doesn't keep her waiting. He draws himself out, then thrusts back in. It's a relatively slow motion, one to help her adjust to the sensation, rather than to drive her toward any sort of finish.]
[ Nicole thinks she could get used to being pressed down into the mattress by Varka. Across all her limbs, all her appendages… when he laces their fingers together and pushes them down against the bed, a lick of fiery heat travels up her spine so quickly that she's nearly lightheaded from it. It certainly isn't helping that his heartfelt, romantic declaration washes over her like molten lava.
She believes him. Against all odds, in spite of everything she has learned about humanity over the course of thousands of years, she wholeheartedly believes him. He had spoken their name to convince her of her freedom, and that he pledges himself to her now…
A true knight. Though a part of her almost wants to start laughing again, she is far too distracted to even consider it.
And even though he makes an effort to move slowly, she is so – full, and overwhelmed, and immersed in syrupy pleasure that she makes a sound that feels punched out of her regardless. Her shoulders and spine flex as she arches partway off the bed, unable to get much leverage due to the position of her legs.
It feels good. Better than his fingers inside her, or pressed down against her. He is everywhere, and it is perfect.
Before he can even begin to consider a second thrust, their connection is alive with the static of her stream of consciousness, shuddering and wanton. ]
You feel so, so, so perfect. It was worth the wait, worth everything, if you ever move from this bed I may very well set something alight, you are so very warm and utterly perfect and I did not realize how much I needed this until we were truly here. [ Then, strung together so quickly the syllables almost blur: ] Varka, Varka, Varka.
[A lesser man might have been overwhelmed by the sudden influx of thoughts within his head. Indeed, some part of himself is lost within the swirl, reveling in the sudden rush of adoration and passion. That part of him chuckles faintly at her threats, and thrills at her desire.
But one thing is for certain: the very fiber of his being swells beneath the chant of his name.]
Nicole. [His words are an echo in kind, each punctuated by a shallow thrust.] Nicole, Nicole.
[The cadence in his voice echoes her own sentiment, emotions not quite able to be put into proper words. Joy. Relief. Delight. There is also no denying the current of pleasure that pulses through them.]
Keep talking. I - [It sounds so embbarrassing, so humilating, but the least he can do is bare a part of himself in kind for the almost uncontrolled stream of consciousness flooding into his head.] I don't want to not hear your voice. Want you in the back of my head for as long as I can get it.
[Even if he does his best to simultaneously strike her speechless as he begins to set a proper rhythm, It isn't hard or fast, not yet — just a steady pace to put her through, well, the paces.]
[ The sound of his voice, vivid and audible and deep, echoing her name… the simultaneous motions of his hips… Varka is incredibly lucky that Nicole does not simply lose it there. She wants to hear that a hundred more times. A thousand, interspersed between his fervent breaths and each thrust of him deep within her.
He bids her to keep talking, and Nicole wonders if she would truly be capable of staying quiet. Varka may not be moving quickly, nor are his thrusts particularly deep as of yet, but the mere motion of his hips is striking her in places that her fingers could never reach.
With her head thrown back against the bed, she does as requested and speaks. Her voice is ragged already, shivering through the syllables as if he is plucking her down her very nerve endings. ]
It is – hard to focus as is, when you are moving like that. I never – never thought I would ever be able to experience something like this, and to experience it with such – such pleasure. You feel better than I ever could have imagined, better than –.
[ As if on cue, she finds herself clenching down around him. She wants him, wants all of him, wants to feel him lose control while buried deep within her. ]
Would it please you, to know the thought of this – bounced around in my head? That I have laid awake at night, scraping out seconds of windows of thoughts dedicated to how you might bed me? Perhaps – perhaps it was a little white lie, when I said I only – only ever explored myself to the thought of novels. Mmh.
[ Her voice takes on a distinctly teasing note, even as breathless as it is. ] I'll never tell.
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Date: 2026-03-15 03:37 pm (UTC)Speaking of Varka and his ministrations: Nicole notices a few seconds too late that he is still moving his fingers within her. A faint noise leaves her as she clenches down round him, turning her head to press mindless, wandering kisses all over his face.
She is glad. If this had ended here… she desires more. She wants to see him, to be able to give him the same pleasure he's given her.
It takes a little longer for her to find her voice again in any meaningful capacity. When she does, the warmth in her tone could rival the Pyro she wields. ]
That was… really nice. Mmh. My body has never felt like this before. [ She pauses for a few seconds, then squeezes her arms round his neck mischievously. ] Does that mean I get to see it now…?
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Date: 2026-03-15 06:50 pm (UTC)But while he might be able to make himself settle, there's no denying that desire twists within him. The fact that Nicole remains so eager is enough to remind him of his own desire, even as he puffs out a laugh.]
Greedy, very greedy. [Still, his heart swells knowing that he has left her so satisfied, even winning out over her previous attempts. Score one for Varka.
At her urging, though, he does steadily sit backward, either dragging her with him or gently weaving out of her grip. His fingers carefully slide out of her, rising first to his mouth as he makes a show of tasting each finger — all without breaking eye contact. Indeed, his body shudders from even just a taste.
She is incredible, but surely that isn't surprising.
Only once he's satisfied, does he drop his hands to his pants. Thankfully, being that he has settled for the evening, he is divested of any additional accessories or, Barbatos forbid, his boots. It's only a belt and his pants that he needs to contend with, both of which are easily handled by himself, should Nicole deign to not help at all.]
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Date: 2026-03-15 08:28 pm (UTC)If I am greedy, it is because you encouraged me to be so. You have made your bed and you will lie in it with me, thank you very much.
[ She cannot be deterred from maintaining her hold on him at least somewhat, so they do rise as a duo for at least a few seconds. She shakes with an uneven breath when his fingers pull free, and then shakes a second time, stronger, when Varka lifts his fingers to his mouth. Briefly, powerfully, she wonders what his mouth would feel like on her.
A thought for another time. Nicole eagerly joins her hands with his once they lower to his pants; she takes it as unspoken permission to do as she has wanted to for quite a while now, and undress him fully. She even goes so far as to bat his hands aside so she can attack his belt on her own.
…Though perhaps it would have been best to let him handle it. As soon as she gets his pants open enough to fit her hand in, in said hand goes. She pauses as if frozen solid before her hand gets past his waistband, looking up at him wide-eyed. After he had gone through such effort to make sure she was comfortable with him touching her, she had nearly barreled past all social convention in her eagerness! ]
Ah – I'm sorry, I didn't wait! Excuse my poor manners. Is it okay if I…?
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Date: 2026-03-15 08:45 pm (UTC)It's not like he's going to discourage good behavior.]
Yeah, yeah. Just - go easy on me! Don't get all rough because you're so excited.
[Judging by the mirth in his voice, he doesn't actually think there will be a problem. But he has to get a few jabs in first, before the quivering in his body gets the better of him. With even the barest possibility of release on the horizon, Varka can't quite help himself. In fact, he finds his body rising to push into her touch.]
I'm sensitive, you know!
[Which... that part probably isn't exaggeration, considering his current predicament. He's been at the ready for some time now, after all.]
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Date: 2026-03-15 09:04 pm (UTC)Rather than immediately push her hand down again, Nicole instead takes the conscious effort to remove Varka's belt and undo his pants properly. She pushes them down enough to give herself proper access, until she is face to face with the final barrier of clothing between herself and Varka. ]
I am not a misbehaving brute, you know. I think I have been very well-behaved this whole time, as a matter of fact.
[ Even clothed, it is obvious enough that Varka is… proportionate. Nicole's mouth does not quite go dry, but it is a close thing. Her hand practically gravitates towards him, tracing over the clothed shape of him with delicate fingers. The heat, the solidness… though Varka's fingers had felt good, better than she could have anticipated, she knows without a shadow of a doubt that this would feel demonstrably better.
Nicole's eyes have that look in them again: that earlier intensity, but with a far narrower focus. She fits her hand against him through fabric, staring up with eyes that are borderline sparkling. She shifts closer, molding the front of her body against Varka's the best she's able to given their positioning. ]
You'll put it in, right?
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Date: 2026-03-15 09:19 pm (UTC)[What a... graceful way of putting it. But hey, expecting grace out of him, especially right now, was a hefty ask considering their circumstances. It's little wonder he doesn't outright grown as her fingers trace over him. Even muted as her touch is through the fabric of his underclothes, it's more than he's gotten all night.]
Barbatos, [He finds himself hissing, before realizing... maybe he shouldn't be invoking the pesky archon at a time like this. He can practically hear the ehe~, which threatens to dampen the mood -
Oh, but her hand solidly fitting around him, and her body pressing up against him — he's quick to abandon one train of thought for this one.]
Y-yeah, I mean - if you're asking. And ready, and - [He has to swallow hard. His mouth feels dry. His head is swimming.]
Didn't I say something about being careful?
[She's barely touched him, but he still feels as if he's coming apart at the seams.]
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Date: 2026-03-15 09:32 pm (UTC)[ She says it so confidently, so brightly, that it will surely put his mind at ease! Nicole is borderline giddy now. Her first orgasm, and her afterglow, have awarded her some measure of control over her thoughts. It also helps immensely that he is no longer touching her. That had proven to be incredibly distracting.
When he invokes Barbatos' name, Nicole simply giggles. Varka's struggle is incredibly endearing and… incredibly attractive. The fact he nearly agrees so readily to her request is proof of the fact that he had been enduring his own desire to attend to hers.
With that thought in mind, Nicole uses both hands to divest him of that final layer. Though she has to lean away in order to do so, she is quick to fit herself back against him. Though she only has a budding idea of the concept of seduction, she knows that the warmth of her naked body against his will be more than serviceable.
Even more effective, most likely, will be how she angles herself to grind against his thigh. The sensation is – she sighs breathlessly, reaching down to curl her hand around him properly. Or, at least as much as she is able. The fact she cannot entirely encircle him with her fingers… ]
You did. Did you want to prepare me some more?
[ Okay, maybe she's being a bit mean. It's hard to resist! ]
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Date: 2026-03-15 10:30 pm (UTC)Static floods into his mind as she curls around him, followed by a disorienting wave of desire as her body slides against his. He almost doesn't process how she teases him, lost in a half-cooked fantasy as he is. He is half tempted to lift her up and take her like this, solely within his arms but -
No, no that wouldn't be proper. That isn't what he wants.
Instead, he wraps an arm around her waist, bringing her firmly to his body as he all but flops onto the bed. He uses his free arm to brace himself, hopefully keeping from squashing Nicole entirely. But at least this way, the advantage is his once again.]
No, no. I think you're plenty prepared. Plenty - ready for me.
[It takes remarkably little strength to position her once more, legs once against pushed apart by his own. He leans up, taking hold of himself properly. Even his own touch elicits a shiver from him, and he has to breathe deep to clear the haze in his mind.
Only then does he guide himself forward, sliding teasingly once, then twice against her, before positioning himself properly.]
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Date: 2026-03-15 11:20 pm (UTC)Breathless laughter leaves her before she can entirely stop it. Varka's impatience is both a balm to her senses and a lit match held to her nerves. He wants her as sorely as she wants him. He cannot bear to wait a moment longer, the same as her. ]
Good –. [ She gasps, trying and failing to not sound as accomplished as she feels. ] I thought so too.
[ She moans for the simple sake of it when his legs push hers apart. Though she would never have imagined it prior to this night spent together, the sheer difference in their respective volume and physical strength does excite her.
How easily Varka had trapped her beneath him, had shoved her open so he could regain his control over the situation…
Her head spins. The first brush of him only exacerbates it: warm and heady, weighty enough that if she could flex her hips just right she could surely coax him in… a frustrated sound ekes into their connection as she struggles to writhe, hair shifting across the sheets.
When he slides a second time, she moans again. ]
Please.
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Date: 2026-03-15 11:35 pm (UTC)Please - what?
[It's hard for him to keep his composure, pressed against her as he is. If he wanted to, he could drive himself home. Instead, he opts to tease - shallow brushes that barely so much as enter her. And if it works to his advantage in further loosening her, that's all the better. He is, after all, very aware of his size.]
Always so good with your words, Nicole. Lemme hear em now.
[Some part of him balks at his own teasing, for it only thins his already fraying resolve. But it's worth it. He wants to hear her say it.]
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Date: 2026-03-15 11:54 pm (UTC)Consternation and exertion both knit her brow. It is hard to truly feel exasperated when this all still feels this good… and especially when the timbre of Varka's voice suits that exact type of teasing so well.
She makes a mental note of it. Maybe she could convince him to read a set of lines she writes out… but, would it have the same devastating impact when they were clearly contrived? Perhaps it was simply better to request he say lines that came from the heart – or, in this regard, somewhere a bit southward of the heart.
Focus, Nicole! She forces herself to exhale, slow and shivery. Embarrassment and desire war in equal measure. It is a simple request, on paper… but with his attention so riveted on her, and his body so close… and his expectations sounded high! What if she failed to entice in the exact proper moment that required it? ]
Please, Varka… [ Oh, gosh, how embarrassing. Her voice almost sounds weak from want even to her own mental ears. ] Won't you… please, take me? I need you. I need this. Show me – what I can have, now that we are free?
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Date: 2026-03-16 12:36 am (UTC)He wouldn't have risked his very life invoking the names of the shades to prove they were safe, after all.
So the fact that she mentions their freedom, the very thing he's written stories about within his head? How can he say no. Doubtless, Nicole will see that resolve crumble in real time, a level of vulnerability plain in his gaze before he averts it once more.]
Like I said. Anything for you, Nicole.
[He does not keep her waiting.... much. Though he moves forward, the pace is still steady and careful. He will not have it be said that he let his emotions get the better of him. He will not let Nicole walk away from this having felt unpleasant at any moment.
Even if it is difficult. He clutches at the bed beside Nicole's head, suppressing a shudder as he moves. It's a wonder he does not tear holes in the sheets right about now.]
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Date: 2026-03-16 01:12 am (UTC)If his touch earlier had felt like a culmination, this is a realization. A promise. Varka starts to push inward and the stretch of him is unlike anything she has felt. Even the pretense of his fingers, as careful and exacting as he had been about his preparation, could not truly prepare her for this.
She regrets nothing. She forces her breathing to slow, forces herself to relax: she wants to accept every inch of him as wholeheartedly as she can, without an iota of hesitation. He takes his time and she provides no resistance to make the slide that much easier for him. Though the discomfort is far more significant than it had been with his fingers, she knows without a shred of doubt that it will be worth it.
…Besides, Varka's visible struggle is also stroking her just the right way. The veins in his forearms, the white-knuckled grip on the sheets… she curls her fingers around his wrists and sighs, the sound fluttering and earnest and wanton. ]
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Date: 2026-03-16 01:58 am (UTC)Gingerly, he leans downward, once more pressing his lips to hers. It isn't an urgent kiss, and it isn't terribly deep. Instead, it's a reminder. He's right here with her. He wants to be here. And he'll do what he can to make it as gentle as possible.
He breaks the kiss only a few seconds later, murmuring:]
You feel how well you're doing? Lucky I don't fall apart right here, because of you. [A shiver works through him.] That's all you! How about that?
[He doesn't wait to return to kissing her. There are advantages to having her voice within his head.]
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Date: 2026-03-16 02:40 am (UTC)She trusts Varka not to do her harm. Her fingers falteringly find his face, anchoring her with the heat and touch of his skin.
When he starts talking to her, it does prove an apt distraction. She smiles at first, strained but genuine. Then she laughs. Her hands fully curl round his face when he leans back down to kiss her, holding him in the same breath as clinging to him. ]
Thank you for – the encouragement. You may take as much time as you need. I –.
[ Her fingers tighten, pressing that small bit more into Varka's skin. ] I am right where I want to be. I am doing what I want to be doing – and I could ask for nothing more in this moment than for you.
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Date: 2026-03-16 03:16 am (UTC)[his hips ease back in the slightest, then inch forward in a shallow thrust. Archons, it feels like it's taking an eternity. Nicole feels impossibly warm around him, the sensation so dizzying that it's a wonder he's able to maintain his senses.
The hand nearest her head shifts, folding onto its side so that he can stroke his thumb over her temple, and then into her hair.]
I ever tell you how beautiful you are? Not just like this — though trust me, you're plenty radiant right now. Just - mnn - in general.
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Date: 2026-03-19 02:59 am (UTC)That first, shallow thrust intensifies the heat in her stomach more than she ever thought possible. Though her head shifts into motion as if to throw itself back onto the mattress, it instead lists almost instinctively into his touch. Her mouth works around each individual breath, painted a pretty pink by their kissing and her exertion.
It morphs into an open-mouthed smile for a second at his compliment. Her lashes flutter. Somehow, amidst it all, she still finds it within herself to tease. ]
Mmh. Only in jest, as I recall. Or to ward off my anger.
[ She sweeps one hand down to thumb over the bridge of his nose. The shape of his browbone. Down, to the corner of his lips. ]
You are beautiful too. Or maybe I should – say handsome? Dashing?
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Date: 2026-03-19 03:45 am (UTC)Which is a hell of a thing to consider, given his current position.
Yet somehow just that simple smile threatens to be his very undoing. Varka's expression wobbles, and he tips his head down to kiss the corner of her mouth.]
Should make a habit of it. Regularly, I mean.
[His face follows her hand wherever it goes, desperate for just an ounce more of affection.]
You could call me whatever you wanted, I think. [He huffs once, an almost awkward smile forming on his lips. His body shifts, another thrust pressing him further into her. Something molten coils within his gut, already dangerously hot.] Still - still doing ok?
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Date: 2026-03-19 04:23 am (UTC)Nicole turns her head to meet his lips, if only for a moment. ]
I wouldn't mind that.
[ Laughter blooms and redirects the heat, even as Varka pushes further into her. She feels it saturate her being, from every point of their contact. For one blinding breath, she wishes to never be separate from this warmth. The pleasure suffuses her so utterly that to imagine being without it… ]
Mmh. What would you – like for me to call you? Surely – such stuffy titles and formalities would no longer suit us, so –.
[ Though she knows that is not what he meant, she asks the question regardless. She wants to know what he will say.
That same pressure from earlier is building within her again. She does not want this to end prematurely; she wants to experience every inch of Varka, to the fullest amount that she can. The discomfort has transitioned into a feeling that seems almost insatiable. Though she is almost loathe to disrupt the fragility of this heartfelt moment, she almost cannot help herself. ]
I feel good. [ She sighs it into his mind, breathless and thready and needy. ] Better – better than good. I need all of you. Ideally, before it is too late.
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Date: 2026-03-19 04:35 am (UTC)The usual titles don't seem to fit us, huh? [Calling an angel his girlfriend, or she using the word boyfriend seemed so inappropriate, but nothing else comes to mind. Probably because most of the blood has left his brain by now.] Can I - take a rain check. Only because I don't want to say something stupid.
[And he's already said so many stupid things this evening, hasn't he?]
I know, I know. I'm working on it. [He's getting closer by now. Another thrust, another slide - and then a pause to shudder as another jolt rocks through him.] 'm almost there.
[In more ways than one. It's an incredibly humbling thing to admit, considering the way he might have normally bragged about his prowess and stamina. Being made to wait as long as he had had done a number on him, apparently!
Still, he manages to keep himself together as he moves forward that last little bit, bottoming out within her with a shuddering breath.]
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Date: 2026-03-19 04:47 am (UTC)Not – mmh. Not quite. I almost want to ask you to say what came to mind first, but –.
[ The more time she spends with Varka, the more about him she finds worth cherishing. The distracted sound of his voice, the furrow in his brow, the curl of his hair across his forehead as he exerts himself. The way his body shudders in pleasure. She treasures him. She wants, more than anything, to hide him away from even the distant eye of the Heavenly Principles. She wants him all for herself.
She's still laughing when he bottoms out, but the realization of it transitions the sound into a helpless, overcome moan. Her fingers trip over his face in search of a lifeline, anchoring at his jaw. Abruptly, all she can do is clutch at him, sensate and shuddering. ]
Oh –. [ She has to force her eyes open. She was unaware she had even closed them. Her abdomen tenses, and it sends a bolt of pleasure through her so sharp that she twitches. ] Yes – there you are. There you are.
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Date: 2026-03-19 04:59 am (UTC)You definitely - don't want that. I'd say something stupid.
[And he wants the right thing to come out, as far as Nicole goes.
While Nicole's fingers flail and find his face, now that he's no longer trying to guide himself in, he's able to seek out her hand. He tightens their fingers together, pressing them down against the mattress. He holds still for a moment, trying to both adjust and let her adjust in kind.]
Right here, Nicole. Always right here.
[It's a promise, in and of itself. He would not ask Nicole to give this without a commitment in kind. They're spiting the very gods, after all. She needed a promise that he'd remain with her.]
I'm gonna move now, okay?
[He doesn't keep her waiting. He draws himself out, then thrusts back in. It's a relatively slow motion, one to help her adjust to the sensation, rather than to drive her toward any sort of finish.]
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Date: 2026-03-19 05:10 am (UTC)She believes him. Against all odds, in spite of everything she has learned about humanity over the course of thousands of years, she wholeheartedly believes him. He had spoken their name to convince her of her freedom, and that he pledges himself to her now…
A true knight. Though a part of her almost wants to start laughing again, she is far too distracted to even consider it.
And even though he makes an effort to move slowly, she is so – full, and overwhelmed, and immersed in syrupy pleasure that she makes a sound that feels punched out of her regardless. Her shoulders and spine flex as she arches partway off the bed, unable to get much leverage due to the position of her legs.
It feels good. Better than his fingers inside her, or pressed down against her. He is everywhere, and it is perfect.
Before he can even begin to consider a second thrust, their connection is alive with the static of her stream of consciousness, shuddering and wanton. ]
You feel so, so, so perfect. It was worth the wait, worth everything, if you ever move from this bed I may very well set something alight, you are so very warm and utterly perfect and I did not realize how much I needed this until we were truly here. [ Then, strung together so quickly the syllables almost blur: ] Varka, Varka, Varka.
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Date: 2026-03-19 05:40 am (UTC)But one thing is for certain: the very fiber of his being swells beneath the chant of his name.]
Nicole. [His words are an echo in kind, each punctuated by a shallow thrust.] Nicole, Nicole.
[The cadence in his voice echoes her own sentiment, emotions not quite able to be put into proper words. Joy. Relief. Delight. There is also no denying the current of pleasure that pulses through them.]
Keep talking. I - [It sounds so embbarrassing, so humilating, but the least he can do is bare a part of himself in kind for the almost uncontrolled stream of consciousness flooding into his head.] I don't want to not hear your voice. Want you in the back of my head for as long as I can get it.
[Even if he does his best to simultaneously strike her speechless as he begins to set a proper rhythm, It isn't hard or fast, not yet — just a steady pace to put her through, well, the paces.]
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Date: 2026-03-19 06:10 am (UTC)He bids her to keep talking, and Nicole wonders if she would truly be capable of staying quiet. Varka may not be moving quickly, nor are his thrusts particularly deep as of yet, but the mere motion of his hips is striking her in places that her fingers could never reach.
With her head thrown back against the bed, she does as requested and speaks. Her voice is ragged already, shivering through the syllables as if he is plucking her down her very nerve endings. ]
It is – hard to focus as is, when you are moving like that. I never – never thought I would ever be able to experience something like this, and to experience it with such – such pleasure. You feel better than I ever could have imagined, better than –.
[ As if on cue, she finds herself clenching down around him. She wants him, wants all of him, wants to feel him lose control while buried deep within her. ]
Would it please you, to know the thought of this – bounced around in my head? That I have laid awake at night, scraping out seconds of windows of thoughts dedicated to how you might bed me? Perhaps – perhaps it was a little white lie, when I said I only – only ever explored myself to the thought of novels. Mmh.
[ Her voice takes on a distinctly teasing note, even as breathless as it is. ] I'll never tell.
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