Tell Me Something So I'll Forget

Being with Relm like this, in all the ways they had been, had never felt difficult or like a chore. It had come naturally to the giant brute currently sprawled out on his back beneath the svelte pink fae, their lips locked as their bodies entwined and limbs locked in a passionate embrace. The pace Relm set for them was a slow and steady movement, like the flowing of a river, easing their way toward what they both craved. It made Alastor all the more comfortable to melt beneath her touches as she spread herself out across the length and breadth of his larger body. For a moment, it was as if nothing between them had ever changed. He could pretend like there hadn't been a sudden rift tearing apart the unorthodox relationship they had built together or that their delicate emotional state hadn't been shattered like a mirror upon the ground by the loss of another unexpected pregnancy. Relm felt like the same Relm he had come to know so well. Warm, soft, strong and yet feminine. Her touch, her scent, her taste... he could lose himself in all of her again and just pretend everything was still okay. And maybe it would be if they could get past this. Or were they simply overriding the pain and friction with more physical affection and carnal desire?

At this point, Alastor didn't care. He had his Relm back and she very clearly wanted him, as evident from the way she slid her hips back to tease his most intimate parts with her closeness. Their lips parted and Alastor sucked in a gasping breath through gritted teeth, starving for that deeper connection with her. Obsidian black eyes flickered open to peer up at her, gazing deep into her argent pools while she sought something in his own gaze. His eyes reflected that same deep desire, a hungry fire that burned and smoldered the longer he looked up at her, so tantalizingly close and yet so painfully just out of his reach. Even if this was doomed from the start and there was no chance of things ever being right between them again, Alastor wanted to pretend they were, even for just a little while longer.

It seemed as if Relm also wanted this, for not a moment later, Alastor felt Relm's hips shift back to press into his to join their bodies together, pulling a hot hiss of breath from the dire brute that evolved into a low rumbling growl of pleasure from that first exquisite contact of intimate flesh. Ebony lids fluttered over smoldering black eyes, but not once did he look away from Relm. His paws roved over her form, stroking down her sides to rub over her hips, doing nothing to inhibit her while silently encouraging her to continue with what she was doing to him.

"Alastor"