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[shelley_winters]

Shelley dries her hands on the tea towel after doing the washing up, then heads into the living room with a sigh. She has, she hates to admit, been putting this off all day.

She'd thought to tell him over dinner, but then all she could think about was the very many sharp knives they were surrounded with. No. Maybe later.

But now is later, and he needs to know.

Now.

Okay.

Slowly, she sits down on the sofa, and searches for a way to begin.

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[shelley_winters]

Shelley lets out a gasp that's half a whimper already, trying to hold back from arching against him as her eyes squeeze helplessly shut, and nails dig into the skin on his back as her hands tighten, thin fingers clenching--

"Oh- I..."

She doesn't even realise she had vocalised until a few hazy moments later, and bites her tongue, breathing raggedly and fighting determinedly for control.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A slight prickling of pleasure ran through Elan's body as he felt her nails on the skin of his back. Letting her nipple slide from his lips, he scattered soft kisses on the flesh of her breast--an almost angry pink from the his ministrations. Between kisses he inquired lightly of her.

"Should we retire elsewhere?"

[shelley_winters]

If it's possible to flail verbally, the small sound Shelley makes at that is the closest there is to it.

She wants to. She really really wants to, but there's a clench of fear and warning in her stomach that stops her nodding, and makes her pause for thought, as far as thought is possible when he keeps doing that--

"Ah- I... wait."

There's no way they can just... well. After everything she's...

Um.

Give her a moment.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Between soft kisses, his breath hissed across the damp flesh of her breast as he spoke to her, though his thumb continued gently press slow ovals into the underside of her breast.

"It will be well. Do not worry."

Another sucking kiss on her nipple promised greater pleasures to come.

[shelley_winters]

Worry.

Shelley's eyes widen even as she blushes deeper than ever, and then she shuts them again so she doesn't have to look at him.

"No! We- It's not safe to-- stop."

What reason would she have to keep birth control in the house? Determinedly she focuses on the realisation of that obstacle being a good thing. And it is, because really, without the knowledge of that danger...

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Sliding up her body, he kissed her softly. Smiling, Elan purred soft words into her ear. So little resistance left, perhaps, this was the very last bastion. His body ached for her touch and taste.

"No need. I have had... preventative measures taken in years past."

[shelley_winters]

There are a few moments of silence for this to register.

"...Oh," she finally manages to say, weakly.

And there goes that safety valve. If her skin had been flushed before, now it fairly glows pink as she struggles with her own extremely conflicting desires.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A few soft words between the kisses he was trailing down her neck.

"So you need not worry... of any... consequences. Ought we... to retire then?"

As he spoke, the fingers on his right hand was softly tracing patterns on the skin of her abdomen often beneath her skirt and just above the band on her panties.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley can barely think at all, even if it would have occurred to her to think how much she will regret this tomorrow. Nearly the whole world has narrowed down to his hands and mouth and body against hers, and the tiny part that isn't silently crying out for more is just the ever-present fear. And that is no more coherent than the rest.

Her voice breaks slightly on the whisper.

"...Okay."