[ In many ways, utilizing her power in such a manner is both incredibly bold and incredibly unfair. The invigorating effect it would normally have has been intensified by the rampant surge in wild magic. That is only one thing to bear in mind; the other is that her divinely granted powers being used in an expression of passion is antithetical to what she was granted them for.
The rebellion is nearly as sweet as the flood of warmth and the sound that Varka makes just shy of her ear. As she had wished, she crests into heat and brilliance nearly in tandem with him. She clenches down around him as he clenches round her fingers, head thrown back against the mattress as she shakes so hard she worries, briefly, for the bed.
The sensation is, somehow, better than the first orgasm had been. She is fuller now, wrapped so closely round Varka that the lines between them almost seem to blur. There is a beauty in it, in the feeling of oneness. It is one she has not come close to since…
Satisfaction untangles any snaring thoughts. Brief melancholy gives way, easily, to a suffusive afterglow. When she sags back against the sheets her limbs feel leaden in a way they never have before. The weakness is as novel as the unabating warmth in her belly. The hand not curled around Varka's blindly gropes down his neck and shoulders, tripping over the shape of his musculature. She has to mark this moment down in her memory. She has to remember every minute detail, even as her mind feels like it's been lined with cotton.
The connection is quiet, for once. Nicole simply breathes. ]
[If Varka had thought his own climax had been a vibrant one, Nicole's is practically a supernova. Despite the sense of bliss that overcomes him, he is not fully unaware of Nicole's movements and motions. He feels the way her body tightens around him — in more aspects than one. Perhaps he even traces a few fleeting thoughts from their connection.
Or maybe that's his own mind, whirling with satisfaction. Adoration. Closeness.
Regardless, the first thing he truly becomes aware of is the stumbling fingers down his back. A shiver works through him as his senses return, and he finds himself blinking down at the beautiful, blissful face of one Nicole Reeyn. He might have thought she couldn't look any more radiant, and yet here she is — perfect in every aspect.
He can't help himself. He leans down to kiss her, gentle and mostly chaste. Given the silence between the two of them, it might take her a moment to come to. That's fine by him. He'll dote on her until then — nosing stray hair from her face as he works kisses across every inch of her face.]
[ It does take her a moment to rouse. Her consciousness stumbles from what feels like layers of soft silk and comfortable cotton, moving at a crawl that takes every spare ounce of strength left. She takes note of details in stages: the feeling of his skin beneath her fingers. The gentle brush of his lips over her skin. The closeness of their bodies.
Nicole breathes out quietly, fuzzily turning her head to try and capture Varka's lips. Her first pass misses, and she instead presses a soft kiss to his lower lip.
When she finally musters the will to blink up at him, it feels as though the effort is gargantuan. She sighs again. A smile works its way onto her face even if she cannot discern entirely why: all she knows is that she is very, very happy. ]
[If he thought he was stricken just seconds prior, Varka is all but undone in this moment. Something about her tired smile, paired with the gentle noise within his mind, that evokes something incredibly warm within him. His heart thumps out of rhythm, and for a long moment he simply stares at her.
Eventually, though, he manages to find his words:]
Mmh yourself! [The laugh that follows is low and breathless. He shifts himself a little, allowing for a better look at Nicole. Yes, he's keenly aware of their continued point of connection, but he gets the feeling that if he even tried to move, Nicole would have him by the throat.
And, well, he's proven by now that he's nothing if not a servant to her whims.]
[ When Varka moves, Nicole moves with him. It is as if she is utterly boneless, incapable of doing little more than hanging off of him. Eventually, she musters enough energy to unlatch her arms so that she can arch into a lazy, cat-like stretch. Another faint noise leaves her mouth as her tired muscles loosen, wound too tight for too long from prolonged exertion. ]
That was… very nice. [ She says, after simply laying for a few seconds, relishing the warmth cushioned between them. When she shifts to shuffle her legs, even in a slight motion, she is abruptly reminded of their connection by an oversensitive twinge between her thighs.
She looks down between the scant space between their bodies, abruptly curious. Though it was her first time having this manner of relations, she had observed humanity for long enough to know the details of reproduction. Though she sincerely doubts they are biologically compatible, she does briefly wonder if Varka had harbored any doubts. He certainly hadn't seemed to hesitate.
Nicole sneaks a glance upward, at Varka's face. ]
Perhaps I shouldn't have requested, um. Well, you know.
[Not a single attempt is made to turn his gaze away as Nicole stretches out. To the contrary, his body retraces every curve of her frame. The appreciation on his face is vivid, albeit with a softer edge of adoration. It takes a herculean amount of self-control not to dive back down and kiss every inch of her.
Suffice to say, his thoughts do not tread toward regrets or concerns. Some part of him had already written off the possibility of anything happening. Given the Heavenly Principle's thoughts on the intermingling of humans and angels, he's almost certain the capability of carrying on offspring was non-existent. Otherwise, they surely would have heard of offspring occurring somewhere.
When Nicole brings it up, he actually finds himself blinking in surprise. A brow is quirked down at her as his eyes travel downward to their point of connection, then back up at her.]
You worried about the mess? I can grab a towel, you know. Or carry you to the shower like this.
[ Being admired so openly is something that she could assuredly get used to. It was one thing to have the distant, reverent admiration that humanity had granted angels before; the worshipful gazes upturned towards the heavens as her people relayed all manner of messages. This moment, with Varka's gaze tracing the shape of her body, felt almost… human.
She did not regret what she was. If it were not for that, she would not have survived nearly long enough to enjoy this moment.
…Though, for some reason, Varka looking down the length of their bodies is making her face hot. Her ears burn as she glances away, twitching nervously as she contemplates how best to word this. Cleaning off would be the most logical course of action, assuredly, but a distant part of her rails against the concept. Somehow, she manages to twine a piece of hair around her finger without adjusting her position. ]
It wouldn't feel right, asking you to do that immediately… it isn't uncomfortable, per se.
[ Which is the truth. Beyond those aforementioned twinges of oversensitivity if she shifts a particular way, it is actually rather nice, laying there with such closeness. ]
I am… mildly concerned about the sensitivity. Is that normal?
[That smile only widens as her ears twitch. She is, unfortunately, almost too cute to handle. Someone better wipe that dumb look off his face.]
I don't mind. Be happy to get you taken care of. All part of what we did, you know. It's uh... [Give him a second...] Aftercare, that's what they call it.
[He does look mildly confused at Nicole's second question. He's pretty sure he's had partners of the opposite sex mention that from time to time? Unfortunately, it is very much the kind of question that doesn't apply to his body, so... ]
From my understanding... uh, yeah?
[Sorry, he's uh... just scratching his head with one hand, looking like an absolute idiot while still inside her. This is who you've tied yourself to, Nicole.]
[ The afterglow is starting to wear off and with it comes a… healthy dose of embarrassment. Let there be no doubt: there is not a hint of regret present in this angel. She would gladly do this again immediately. Or as soon as possible. A hundred times over. But now that she is thinking back on it, the mere fact that they had fallen into bed with another so quickly…
In a useless attempt to stave off the abruptly boiling heat in her cheeks, Nicole slaps her hands over her face and burrows into her palms. She even twists to partially tuck her head, hands and all, into the mattress. It does absolutely nothing to muffle her mental voice. ]
Gosh, if – you're certain! A shower would likely be nice… I should certainly brush my hair, at least. Hmm. It – how do I word this? I am not concerned about it hurting when you, ah, separate from me, but I almost cannot imagine you touching me in any capacity down there so soon after! I am…
[ Nicole clears her proverbial throat. ] Perhaps I am somewhat concerned about how my body might react! We have only just – I mean, I am assuredly fatigued, the exertion was clear and obvious, but somehow I believe the – never mind. If it is normal!
Oh, I think I see where you're coming from. [His laughter turns a little smoky at the edges, a husky sound that speaks to a spark of desire. From the sounds of it, Nicole is plenty spent but...] You're worried you might get worked up again, right?
[And though he perhaps knows that he shouldn't, Varka finds himself making a show of licking his lips as his gaze flicks downward. Oh, the things he could do to her right now. The things he almost wanted to do. Right now, he's holding back simply because he wants Nicole to be able to recover and call the shots.
Which is why he offers up, just as enthusiastic:]
If you want, I can brush your hair out afterward. I got pretty good at braiding lately, you know that? I do Aino's hair every now and again.
[ The sound of his laughter alone, warm and low and with enough of a rasp to suggest he's discerned meaning from her rambling, reintroduces a particular heat to Nicole's something.
This alone would be more than enough to set her face to prickling. When Varka's gaze rakes down between their bodies and his tongue grazes over his lips, Nicole's entire head abruptly feels incendiary.
She flushes a brilliant cherry red, from the top of her head down to her collarbone. Even the tips of her ears color. She pointedly averts her gaze, finding the mere suggestion of looking at him directly to be an abruptly dangerous prospect. If he was going to look at her like that...
Nicole shuffles her entire body on the mattress, all shyly shimmying shoulders and flustered bends of her arms. When she manages to reply, it's a ghost of a thing, barely even loud enough to filter through their connection. ]
Oh, um, I see. That... does sound like it... might be pleasant.
[Even the way she shifts, minor though it is, reminds him of where he's currently positioned. A low sigh works through him, which is far better than the deep groan he bites off. He's far more interested in what Nicole has to offer him elsewhere than all of that, but he can't deny that she doesn't feel good, even now.]
We'd have to separate, you know. Think you can bear being away from me?
[He's pushing his luck, teasing Nicole like this. But maybe he can't help himself. Even if her squirming sends lightning bolts of want and need down his spine, she looks so adorable when she does it. It makes his grin turn positively toothy.]
Course, we could just hop in the shower and clean off. I can do your hair, and we can get some sleep. [His tone softens, just a little.] Whatever you want, Nicole.
[ This is an unenviable position to be in. Having wholly thought that this body of hers had been satiated, enjoying the deepness of their connection during her first, true interaction with another on this level... only for that desire to remain nearly intact after the whole affair has been said and done!
Varka isn't helping matters. He's making all manner of sounds, and he's teasing her, and he is right there. He's warm, and attractive, and yes, she wants him. This is ridiculous. She is an angel, for Celestia's sake. A creature of elegance and distance!
Maybe once they are not so... tied together, the urge would subside. For the time-being, she is staunchly not looking at him. She is averting her eyes. If she is not looking at him, she will not be tempted to request he roll them over and... ]
Ahem! I'm... sure I will be able to bear it. Surely once we are... separated, my mind will be more open to reasonable suggestions, such as getting clean and resting. It would be the... well-minded thing to do, after all.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2026-03-22 04:29 am (UTC)The rebellion is nearly as sweet as the flood of warmth and the sound that Varka makes just shy of her ear. As she had wished, she crests into heat and brilliance nearly in tandem with him. She clenches down around him as he clenches round her fingers, head thrown back against the mattress as she shakes so hard she worries, briefly, for the bed.
The sensation is, somehow, better than the first orgasm had been. She is fuller now, wrapped so closely round Varka that the lines between them almost seem to blur. There is a beauty in it, in the feeling of oneness. It is one she has not come close to since…
Satisfaction untangles any snaring thoughts. Brief melancholy gives way, easily, to a suffusive afterglow. When she sags back against the sheets her limbs feel leaden in a way they never have before. The weakness is as novel as the unabating warmth in her belly. The hand not curled around Varka's blindly gropes down his neck and shoulders, tripping over the shape of his musculature. She has to mark this moment down in her memory. She has to remember every minute detail, even as her mind feels like it's been lined with cotton.
The connection is quiet, for once. Nicole simply breathes. ]
no subject
Date: 2026-03-27 10:06 pm (UTC)Or maybe that's his own mind, whirling with satisfaction. Adoration. Closeness.
Regardless, the first thing he truly becomes aware of is the stumbling fingers down his back. A shiver works through him as his senses return, and he finds himself blinking down at the beautiful, blissful face of one Nicole Reeyn. He might have thought she couldn't look any more radiant, and yet here she is — perfect in every aspect.
He can't help himself. He leans down to kiss her, gentle and mostly chaste. Given the silence between the two of them, it might take her a moment to come to. That's fine by him. He'll dote on her until then — nosing stray hair from her face as he works kisses across every inch of her face.]
no subject
Date: 2026-03-28 12:18 am (UTC)Nicole breathes out quietly, fuzzily turning her head to try and capture Varka's lips. Her first pass misses, and she instead presses a soft kiss to his lower lip.
When she finally musters the will to blink up at him, it feels as though the effort is gargantuan. She sighs again. A smile works its way onto her face even if she cannot discern entirely why: all she knows is that she is very, very happy. ]
Mmh.
no subject
Date: 2026-03-28 10:39 pm (UTC)Eventually, though, he manages to find his words:]
Mmh yourself! [The laugh that follows is low and breathless. He shifts himself a little, allowing for a better look at Nicole. Yes, he's keenly aware of their continued point of connection, but he gets the feeling that if he even tried to move, Nicole would have him by the throat.
And, well, he's proven by now that he's nothing if not a servant to her whims.]
no subject
Date: 2026-03-31 11:28 pm (UTC)That was… very nice. [ She says, after simply laying for a few seconds, relishing the warmth cushioned between them. When she shifts to shuffle her legs, even in a slight motion, she is abruptly reminded of their connection by an oversensitive twinge between her thighs.
She looks down between the scant space between their bodies, abruptly curious. Though it was her first time having this manner of relations, she had observed humanity for long enough to know the details of reproduction. Though she sincerely doubts they are biologically compatible, she does briefly wonder if Varka had harbored any doubts. He certainly hadn't seemed to hesitate.
Nicole sneaks a glance upward, at Varka's face. ]
Perhaps I shouldn't have requested, um. Well, you know.
no subject
Date: 2026-04-01 04:52 am (UTC)Suffice to say, his thoughts do not tread toward regrets or concerns. Some part of him had already written off the possibility of anything happening. Given the Heavenly Principle's thoughts on the intermingling of humans and angels, he's almost certain the capability of carrying on offspring was non-existent. Otherwise, they surely would have heard of offspring occurring somewhere.
When Nicole brings it up, he actually finds himself blinking in surprise. A brow is quirked down at her as his eyes travel downward to their point of connection, then back up at her.]
You worried about the mess? I can grab a towel, you know. Or carry you to the shower like this.
no subject
Date: 2026-04-01 05:49 am (UTC)She did not regret what she was. If it were not for that, she would not have survived nearly long enough to enjoy this moment.
…Though, for some reason, Varka looking down the length of their bodies is making her face hot. Her ears burn as she glances away, twitching nervously as she contemplates how best to word this. Cleaning off would be the most logical course of action, assuredly, but a distant part of her rails against the concept. Somehow, she manages to twine a piece of hair around her finger without adjusting her position. ]
It wouldn't feel right, asking you to do that immediately… it isn't uncomfortable, per se.
[ Which is the truth. Beyond those aforementioned twinges of oversensitivity if she shifts a particular way, it is actually rather nice, laying there with such closeness. ]
I am… mildly concerned about the sensitivity. Is that normal?
no subject
Date: 2026-04-01 06:23 am (UTC)I don't mind. Be happy to get you taken care of. All part of what we did, you know. It's uh... [Give him a second...] Aftercare, that's what they call it.
[He does look mildly confused at Nicole's second question. He's pretty sure he's had partners of the opposite sex mention that from time to time? Unfortunately, it is very much the kind of question that doesn't apply to his body, so... ]
From my understanding... uh, yeah?
[Sorry, he's uh... just scratching his head with one hand, looking like an absolute idiot while still inside her. This is who you've tied yourself to, Nicole.]
no subject
Date: 2026-04-01 06:49 am (UTC)In a useless attempt to stave off the abruptly boiling heat in her cheeks, Nicole slaps her hands over her face and burrows into her palms. She even twists to partially tuck her head, hands and all, into the mattress. It does absolutely nothing to muffle her mental voice. ]
Gosh, if – you're certain! A shower would likely be nice… I should certainly brush my hair, at least. Hmm. It – how do I word this? I am not concerned about it hurting when you, ah, separate from me, but I almost cannot imagine you touching me in any capacity down there so soon after! I am…
[ Nicole clears her proverbial throat. ] Perhaps I am somewhat concerned about how my body might react! We have only just – I mean, I am assuredly fatigued, the exertion was clear and obvious, but somehow I believe the – never mind. If it is normal!
[ Girl. Breathe. ]
no subject
Date: 2026-04-02 01:24 am (UTC)[And though he perhaps knows that he shouldn't, Varka finds himself making a show of licking his lips as his gaze flicks downward. Oh, the things he could do to her right now. The things he almost wanted to do. Right now, he's holding back simply because he wants Nicole to be able to recover and call the shots.
Which is why he offers up, just as enthusiastic:]
If you want, I can brush your hair out afterward. I got pretty good at braiding lately, you know that? I do Aino's hair every now and again.
no subject
Date: 2026-04-02 02:12 am (UTC)This alone would be more than enough to set her face to prickling. When Varka's gaze rakes down between their bodies and his tongue grazes over his lips, Nicole's entire head abruptly feels incendiary.
She flushes a brilliant cherry red, from the top of her head down to her collarbone. Even the tips of her ears color. She pointedly averts her gaze, finding the mere suggestion of looking at him directly to be an abruptly dangerous prospect. If he was going to look at her like that...
Nicole shuffles her entire body on the mattress, all shyly shimmying shoulders and flustered bends of her arms. When she manages to reply, it's a ghost of a thing, barely even loud enough to filter through their connection. ]
Oh, um, I see. That... does sound like it... might be pleasant.
no subject
Date: 2026-04-02 04:55 pm (UTC)[Even the way she shifts, minor though it is, reminds him of where he's currently positioned. A low sigh works through him, which is far better than the deep groan he bites off. He's far more interested in what Nicole has to offer him elsewhere than all of that, but he can't deny that she doesn't feel good, even now.]
We'd have to separate, you know. Think you can bear being away from me?
[He's pushing his luck, teasing Nicole like this. But maybe he can't help himself. Even if her squirming sends lightning bolts of want and need down his spine, she looks so adorable when she does it. It makes his grin turn positively toothy.]
Course, we could just hop in the shower and clean off. I can do your hair, and we can get some sleep. [His tone softens, just a little.] Whatever you want, Nicole.
no subject
Date: 2026-04-03 02:53 am (UTC)Varka isn't helping matters. He's making all manner of sounds, and he's teasing her, and he is right there. He's warm, and attractive, and yes, she wants him. This is ridiculous. She is an angel, for Celestia's sake. A creature of elegance and distance!
Maybe once they are not so... tied together, the urge would subside. For the time-being, she is staunchly not looking at him. She is averting her eyes. If she is not looking at him, she will not be tempted to request he roll them over and... ]
Ahem! I'm... sure I will be able to bear it. Surely once we are... separated, my mind will be more open to reasonable suggestions, such as getting clean and resting. It would be the... well-minded thing to do, after all.