kingdomcomes | MINGLE: THE SNOW QUEEN

[She kisses back enthusiastically, her hands flattening against his chest, fingertips tracing one of his scars. For a moment, she stays just where she is, getting used to the feeling of him deep inside her, then she starts to move.]

[At first, it's just little movements, not lifting off him but just shifting her hips experimentally. Then, hesitantly at first but with growing confidence, she starts to ride him, her muscular thighs flexing, hands pressing against his chest, the bed creaking a little under them.]

[There are no words for how it feels. It's almost familiar, the mounting tension and want - she might be a virgin, but that doesn't mean she's never brought herself off - but more intense, more... whole. It seems to run through all of her, carried on her pounding heartbeat, responding to not just his cock in her, but his hands on her skin, his taste on her tongue, the warmth of him underneath her. No wonder, she thinks wryly, that it is improper for a lady to do this before she is married. Even the noblest woman could so easily be lost to the thunder of adrenaline and the rush of pleasure and the wonder of skin on skin. She could so easily be lost.]

[Remus has to concentrate so hard on her, on her fingertips, on her hair tickling at his skin, his fingertips curling against her skin, because once she starts moving, even just shifting her hips, it feels so overwhelmingly warm and tight and good that he's afraid he'll lose it embarrassingly quickly. He doesn't even care about losing; mainly, he just doesn't want to disappoint her her very first time. He resolves that if and when he does come, he'll endeavor to make sure she gets hers, too. It's important to him.]

You feel incredible.

[Éowyn groans, her fingers tightening for a moment against his chest as her cunt tightens around his cock, and nips at the side of his neck.]

You too. [She lets out a little huff of a laugh, pushing herself up off his chest, leaning up against his grip - it shifts his cock inside her, makes her gasp at the change in angle - and shakes her hair back out of her face. The flush of colour in her face is echoed in her breasts, pressed together by her arms and bouncing against each other every time she thrusts her hips down. She smiles at him, eyes heavy-lidded, and bites her lip.] Now... talk less.

[Fuck more.]

[Remus watches her straighten up, shifting atop him, the muscles of his stomach tensing and relaxing in quick succession. She makes for a mesmerizing sight, all flushed skin and muscles and delightfully pliant flesh; he has to remind himself not to stare only at her breasts. It wouldn't be gentlemanly, after all. He returns her smile, a little dazed, and takes ahold of her hips once more. It wouldn't be right to lay back and let her do all the work, after all.]

Yes, ma'am.

[And then he's quiet except for the occasional moan or sound of pleasure, slowly falling into rhythm with her, his hips rolling up to meet her downstroke with as much precision as an eighteen year old can manage.]

[That's new. The changed angle, his hips coming up to meet hers - she can feel that the thrusts are deeper now, filling her, pushing against the walls of her cunt, and how did she never know that it was so sensitive? Her fingers never went so deep, or pressed so delightfully against those nerves inside her. It aches, a little, and she's sure it'll ache more when she's done, but it feels better even than she imagined. Part of her had assumed that the joy of sex, if sex truly was joyful, must be in the context more than the act itself. Well, the context is sweet enough - he is a good man, one she likes, and it's certainly nice to look into his golden eyes and feel his skin under her hands - but the act is sweeter than she's ever found it.]

[She lets out another low groan, tipping her head back, her eyelids fluttering, and shifts her speed, fucking him faster and harder, her breath coming in gasps as though she were running. She's not ready to come, not just yet, but when every thrust sends another shivering, electric wave through her, to add to that mounting pleasure, she's not going to deny herself the faster, deeper fucking her body seems to have decided it wants.]

[As her breathing gets heavier and sweat starts to bead on her skin, she laughs again, looking down at him with bright eyes, as he presses against a spot she didn't know was there, makes her whole body clench in delightful want.]

Ai! Ai, incund behéfþ... Deeper, there. Ai! [Another choked laugh, her nails pressing into his skin.]

[The sight of Éowyn so clearly enjoying herself, those sounds she's making, and above all the sudden relentlessness of her movements, is both amazing and vaguely threatening, because try as he might, Remus is having a very difficult time keeping himself under control right now. He's putting up a valiant fight, but the way she looks atop him, the way she sounds, speaking some tongue he doesn't know, urging him on, it makes it hard to want to hold off for too long, either.

Remus's grip on her hips tightens, his fingertips pressing into her ass cheeks, pulling her down on him again and again, meeting her thrust for thrust. His own breathing has grown short and harsh, his skin flushed, even the bite of her nails managing to feel good somehow. He grits his teeth, determined to hold on as long as he possibly can, but the stuttering of his hips and the way his whole body is beginning to tense, stomach pulling taught, is a good sign that it's not going to be long until this contest is over.

[He can be rougher than he was being, or at least firmer. That's a good thing to know, Éowyn muses with the part of her brain that's still working, in case they should happen to do this again.]

[The rest of her is more taken with the moment - with the press of his fingers, the now-louder creaking of the bed, the smell of sweat and sex mingling between them both. She cries out again, this time without words, and bites down hard on her lip. She's not quite as close as he is - frankly, her body's still trying to figure out this whole orgasm thing, to an extent - but she's close, feels like she's riding full-pace towards the edge of a cliff, but one from which she might fly rather than falling.]

[She clenches around him, nails tracing lightly down his chest to his belly.]

Come for me. In me. [It's half-command and half-plea, because aside from anything else, if he does, then she can let go of that part of her mind still concerned with the contest and give in entirely to the moment.]

[She's sort of blowing his mind right now; Remus never in all his teenage fantasies thought he'd be able to be with a woman this...well, sexy is the only word for it. She's incredible to watch, and even more incredible to feel on and around him. Remus lets out a strangled groan, his nails biting into her skin without realizing now, and those words are all he needs from her.

He throws his head back, pulling her down firmly and keeping her there as his hips buck once, twice, and then he's over the edge, spilling into her even though part of his brain knows it's a very stupid idea, but he can't help it. She told him to, she asked him to come, and his body has its limits. He's trembling, shaking all over, dizzy and hot and completely overwhelmed by pleasure.]

[She doesn't know how she expected it to feel. In a way, it's a little underwhelming - less of an event than she'd expected, less tangible. But he's trembling, and the look on his face is one of sheer bliss, and it's heady to know she's the cause of it.]

[Smiling, still panting, she squeezes her cunt around his softening length and kisses his jaw.]

I win.

[But she's not done yet. That raw need, that tight pleasure in the pit of her belly, is still there, still calling out for satisfaction. She tries, with limited success, to thrust against him again.]

[Panting harshly, Remus manages to peel his eyes open to look up at her. His pupils are blown wide, and he manages a hoarse bark of laughter.]

—yeah. Yeah, you do.

[His grip on her tights, and he shakes his head when she tries to thrust against him again.]

S'not gonna work. Let me—

[Slowly, savoring every inch, Remus pulls out of her, and then moves one hand between her thighs to replace his cock, stroking through the astonishing wetness there, a mixture of her arousal and his spill. Two fingers find her entrance and press inward, and mostly by happy accident, his thumb settles on her clit. He nuzzles into her shoulder.]

I want to see you come, too.

[Éowyn laughs low in her throat, rolling off him to offer him a better angle - the way he's fingering her right now, while extremely pleasant, seems like it's going to give him a cramped wrist in a matter of moments.]

[It isn't as if the interruption was very long. It only takes a few seconds for her to be rutting against his hand the way she did against his cock, her toes curling, her breath coming in low, raw gasps. She's never felt so turned on in her life. This is worlds away from her previous sexual experience of fumbling, alone and shameful, under her covers for a few minutes. This is...]

Ah!

[...It's very, very good.]

[She arches against him, his skin hot on hers, and kisses and nips at whatever parts of him are within reach - ears, jaw, shoulder. As her orgasm mounts, she's getting louder, moaning and sighing and crying out unselfconsciously. Her eyes slip in and out of focus, her blonde lashes fluttering.]

[Remus lets her adjust to a position that'll make this easier on both of them, and then immediately resumes his work. It's sort of incredible the way he can bring her pleasure just like this, his thumb pressing circles against the swollen nub of her clit. Even though every bone in his body feels liquid, he's got a reserve of energy dedicated to making sure she comes out of this satisfied. And the way she's reacting to his efforts is certainly bolstering.]

That's right. [He kisses her bare shoulder, tasting sweat and salt, his fingers pumping faster. His wrist is aching, but he's not intending to give up until she's done.] That's right, Éowyn—let go.

[Is this how you dirty talk? He's trying.]

[It's dirty talk enough for her. She groans, arms tightening around him, her hips rocking and thrusting up against his hand for a moment before it all gets too much to focus on at once, and...]

[It feels like falling apart. Like keeping herself together is too much to ask. She cries out louder than ever, her body spasming against him, and then her breath runs out, and she's panting and gasping her way through the waves of sheer, unknowable pleasure thundering through her.]

[At last, she collapses back onto the sheets, pushing at his arm to let him know he can stop now. Her breath comes in sharp, ragged heaves, her mouth dry and her eyes half-closed.]

[She laughs, barely more than a breath.] Ai. I have never felt it so well.

[Watching Éowyn come around his hand is almost as good as his own climax; she's beautiful and wild and furious and incredible, and he stays right with her as she rides those shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, only pulling his hand away when she shoves at his arm.

Remus props himself up on an elbow, his skin coated in a sheen of sweat, and grins down at her, looking perhaps happier than she's seen him before.]

I'm very glad. I wanted to make sure you had a good first go of it.

[She smiles back, reaching up with an arm that suddenly feels very heavy to trace the side of his neck.]

And in that, you served well. And I thank you for it.

[Her arm falls back down, and she stretches, yawning, then laughs.]

I fear I shall fall asleep in your bed, unless I take care.

[This is....nice.

He can admit that. It's nice, basking in the afterglow next to a beautiful woman. And it sort of makes him wonder what took him so long to do this, when Sirius was shagging every girl in sight at school?

Oh, right. Self-esteem.

He watches her stretch and eases himself to lay back against the pillows.]

You don't have to—I mean. If you want, you can stay. I don't mind.

[Rolling onto her back, she laces her hands behind her head and looks up at the ceiling.]

...I was about to say it would not be proper. A foolish thought, in these circumstances.

[Remus glances at her sidelong and smiles.]

Yeah, there's...not much proper about this place anyway. But...I like being around you. So if you want to stay, you should.

[She turns her head a little to smile back. She looks gentler now than she has before, the afterglow robbing her face of its hardness and sorrow. There is a softness there that, were she to see it, she would not recognise in herself.]

Then I shall stay. For I like your company, too.

And if this were to happen, Remus... I am glad it was with you.

[Remus chews his lip for a moment, worrying at kiss-bruised skin as he watches her. She looks so different, now, so much gentler. It's strange, but it suits her, he thinks.]

...Me, too. Really. Makes me regret signing up for this a lot less.

[She laughs, low in her throat.]

As does knowing I was not alone in regretting my choice!

[Without thinking, Remus leans over and brushes a strand of hair away from her face.]

Definitely not alone.

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