Desperate To Breathe

Duchess fell back on him with nothing but relief as he released her, feeling nothing but their bodies connected on every front part of them. She moved back into motion, Noir able to see every face in response to his needs. She drove him slowly from this position on top of him and hopefully he was not disappointed in what his body could do to her in his control or not. She was satisfied and hoped he could feel the same.

Her chest carefully dropped back onto his as she moved a little more rapidly and she sought to grab hold of his lips one last time. She still wasn’t done with him as she could feel him escalate, slowing and riding out as long as she felt necessary or as long as he allowed. In the end, all that mattered was the way Noir made her feel beautiful and desired, and she would show him just the same.

She’d almost expect him to turn back on his word after the fact, the gesture of staying his long forgotten in the wind. Not for her, but she couldn’t hold him to it. As much passion as she had poured over him, she could completely shut herself down and leave her body and expect him to let her go and move on. And then the next time they met would be no different than this time, or the last, or the first. Maybe he couldn’t understand the length of how fucked she had made herself, she couldn’t even understand. She only knew how to blame herself. She was here for him in the after, and whatever came next for them. And any disappointment of him leaving her would hit a brick wall until there wasn’t a wall to break anymore. Maybe he’d show her another way.

"Duchess"
F2U base by Snowylaika