[ He really doesn't have to say more. She knows how he feels now. She knows what he hopes for.
She hopes for the same things. She wants these things with him. She wants to be close to him. To love him. To be loved by him in his own way. She wants him.
And she wants to forget everything else. She wants to leave behind the grief that's consumed her for days now. She wants to leave behind the fears that she's becoming the monster she swore to defeat. She wants to forget all of that and focus on the last remaining good in her life. The one thing she has hope for still. Them.
She leans into his kiss, deepening it easily. Her tongue brushes against him and she sighs as she breathes in his scent. She moves closer to him still, sliding in against him as his hands splay across her back. He kisses her harder and she returns his kiss with as much intensity, kissing him deeply until all she knows his him anymore. ]
[ She presses in, and Nikolai feels her body lining up with his. All the pressure, all the upset and grief of the last few days, seems to flood away in this. He’s kissing her deeply and passionately and she’s returning every inch of it, kissing him back and encouraging him rather than sending him away.
Their lips part for the barest moment while Nikolai breathes, and then he’s kissing her again. His teeth graze her lower lip and his hands move eagerly over her back, smoothing and touching her. A sudden thought occurs, that he wishes there were not so many layers between them, and then he catches himself. He breaks away, eyes wide and staring at her, because he knows how easy it would be to just not stop.
And he knows that’s what he wants. He wants to take her to his bed, to guide her to it and kiss her and touch her and peel the layers away and not stop, not stop at all. Nikolai wets his lips and meets her eyes. ]
Alina?
[ Is this what she wants? Because if it’s not, they’ll need to get a hold of themselves sooner rather than later. ]
[ She's falling deeper into him, getting lost him until all that's left is him and her.
It's exactly at that moment that he breaks away.
Alina stares up at him with wide, wild eyes of her own. Her breathing is heavy and her cheeks are flushed. Her fingers are pressed into his back and they instinctively loosen as he leans away from her, waiting to let him go if he chose to go.
She didn't want him to go. She wanted him to stay right where he was, pressed against her and kissing her and touching her. She wanted more than that. Her heart was pounding in her chest. ]
He doesn't really need more than that. He's breathing hard, his body feeling warm for the first time in days. His hand comes up, threading through her hair, pushing it back from her face and neck. He wets his lips, and letting out a breath, he nods.
Then he's back against her again, kissing her. Licking his way into her mouth and tasting her, relishing the feeling of her against him. This time, when his hands find the edge of her coat he slips them beneath it, getting closer to her skin. Gently, he moves back. His bunk is behind them, and his hands find her waist to lift her up, and set her on it. Then he's pressing even closer. If this is what she wants, he's in no mood to resist. ]
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She hopes for the same things. She wants these things with him. She wants to be close to him. To love him. To be loved by him in his own way. She wants him.
And she wants to forget everything else. She wants to leave behind the grief that's consumed her for days now. She wants to leave behind the fears that she's becoming the monster she swore to defeat. She wants to forget all of that and focus on the last remaining good in her life. The one thing she has hope for still. Them.
She leans into his kiss, deepening it easily. Her tongue brushes against him and she sighs as she breathes in his scent. She moves closer to him still, sliding in against him as his hands splay across her back. He kisses her harder and she returns his kiss with as much intensity, kissing him deeply until all she knows his him anymore. ]
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Their lips part for the barest moment while Nikolai breathes, and then he’s kissing her again. His teeth graze her lower lip and his hands move eagerly over her back, smoothing and touching her. A sudden thought occurs, that he wishes there were not so many layers between them, and then he catches himself. He breaks away, eyes wide and staring at her, because he knows how easy it would be to just not stop.
And he knows that’s what he wants. He wants to take her to his bed, to guide her to it and kiss her and touch her and peel the layers away and not stop, not stop at all. Nikolai wets his lips and meets her eyes. ]
Alina?
[ Is this what she wants? Because if it’s not, they’ll need to get a hold of themselves sooner rather than later. ]
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It's exactly at that moment that he breaks away.
Alina stares up at him with wide, wild eyes of her own. Her breathing is heavy and her cheeks are flushed. Her fingers are pressed into his back and they instinctively loosen as he leans away from her, waiting to let him go if he chose to go.
She didn't want him to go. She wanted him to stay right where he was, pressed against her and kissing her and touching her. She wanted more than that. Her heart was pounding in her chest. ]
Nikolai.... we...
Please? [ She finally settles on softly ]
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He doesn't really need more than that. He's breathing hard, his body feeling warm for the first time in days. His hand comes up, threading through her hair, pushing it back from her face and neck. He wets his lips, and letting out a breath, he nods.
Then he's back against her again, kissing her. Licking his way into her mouth and tasting her, relishing the feeling of her against him. This time, when his hands find the edge of her coat he slips them beneath it, getting closer to her skin. Gently, he moves back. His bunk is behind them, and his hands find her waist to lift her up, and set her on it. Then he's pressing even closer. If this is what she wants, he's in no mood to resist. ]
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