[ As he takes in her words, she watches quietly, patiently allowing him to work through his thoughts and emotions. She's finding it intriguing, having to do that when his face is completely locked away, much like when she first met him. It's becoming its own kind of fun, like slowly picking at a puzzle, piece by piece. How good, then, that she enjoys a challenge.
Her head tilts when he says her name. ]
Mm?
[ Before she can say anything else, she's found herself pressed closer to him. Of everything he's done so far, it's almost the most overwhelming thing of them all. It's a stark reminder of how small she is, her own constant worry she can't let go of. Her jokes probably did nothing to cover up her true feelings and fears. He absolutely could hurt her. She's the tiny insect he could crush, even at this size.
She sighs, content, closing her eyes while she gives him the proper hug he deserves, as much as her small arms can grant him. He wouldn't hurt her. There's nothing to fear. Her smile's widening after he pulls her back, lashes fluttering at the metal sliding against her skin and lips. That alone would've been enough to have her drifting in the clouds, happier than ever. But then he kisses her.
Well, "kisses," but it's as intense as any touch of another's lips would be. Her mouth falls open slightly, her burning blush coming through, despite the glow all over her face. In this moment when she's such a mess, covered in fluids nearly head to toe, hair stuck together in clumps, getting increasingly tangled...he's made her feel more beautiful than she ever has. ]
Yes. Make love to me.
[ She's beyond caring about right and wrong, the should she's or shouldn't she's. His possessiveness does just as much as calling her beautiful had. She's moaning even before she's lowered onto him, her head falling back as he begins to plug in. ]
My Soundwave.
[ Her noises quickly increase, because no matter how ready she thought she was, this was more than her body was meant to handle. To think she thought he'd made her sore before! The first push was enough to have her cry out, face twisting up and caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. But...her body's accepting him somehow. Taking his shape, bit by aching bit. She won't question it. She doesn't question fate. ]
M-More.
[ He shouldn't be able to go further. Nowhere in her right mind should she allow him to. More sweat's beading up, running down the scant few areas of bare skin she has left. The immense pressure can be overcome. It can be better. Half-lidded eyes rise up to meet his visor, her lips trembling as she shakes from the effort to keep pushing past what her body tells her not to.
Monika yanks on her hands in his grasp, intent to put his back on her thighs. He's not done. Not until she says he is. With her, there's never any quitting allowed. ]
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Her head tilts when he says her name. ]
Mm?
[ Before she can say anything else, she's found herself pressed closer to him. Of everything he's done so far, it's almost the most overwhelming thing of them all. It's a stark reminder of how small she is, her own constant worry she can't let go of. Her jokes probably did nothing to cover up her true feelings and fears. He absolutely could hurt her. She's the tiny insect he could crush, even at this size.
She sighs, content, closing her eyes while she gives him the proper hug he deserves, as much as her small arms can grant him. He wouldn't hurt her. There's nothing to fear. Her smile's widening after he pulls her back, lashes fluttering at the metal sliding against her skin and lips. That alone would've been enough to have her drifting in the clouds, happier than ever. But then he kisses her.
Well, "kisses," but it's as intense as any touch of another's lips would be. Her mouth falls open slightly, her burning blush coming through, despite the glow all over her face. In this moment when she's such a mess, covered in fluids nearly head to toe, hair stuck together in clumps, getting increasingly tangled...he's made her feel more beautiful than she ever has. ]
Yes. Make love to me.
[ She's beyond caring about right and wrong, the should she's or shouldn't she's. His possessiveness does just as much as calling her beautiful had. She's moaning even before she's lowered onto him, her head falling back as he begins to plug in. ]
My Soundwave.
[ Her noises quickly increase, because no matter how ready she thought she was, this was more than her body was meant to handle. To think she thought he'd made her sore before! The first push was enough to have her cry out, face twisting up and caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. But...her body's accepting him somehow. Taking his shape, bit by aching bit. She won't question it. She doesn't question fate. ]
M-More.
[ He shouldn't be able to go further. Nowhere in her right mind should she allow him to. More sweat's beading up, running down the scant few areas of bare skin she has left. The immense pressure can be overcome. It can be better. Half-lidded eyes rise up to meet his visor, her lips trembling as she shakes from the effort to keep pushing past what her body tells her not to.
Monika yanks on her hands in his grasp, intent to put his back on her thighs. He's not done. Not until she says he is. With her, there's never any quitting allowed. ]
Keep. Going.