[ His name is murmured with quiet reverence as he soothes her through the worst. Though, can she really call it the worst? The good and bad, the pleasure and pain, they're perfect with him. Beautiful.
She stares up at him when he raises her chin. She'd already pressed as many kisses to his fingers as she could manage before he switched to the gentle gesture. As they look at one another, for this precious moment in time, she feels like she's actually with him on Earth. He's taken her away from her worries and led them to a peaceful paradise all their own, just as she wished for in her poem.
He speaks, and his monotone has never sounded so...lovely. ]
You're more beautiful, Soundwave. Other people may not see that, but...I do.
[ And that made him all the more special.
She smiles during those few seconds she has left. There are so many more words she could say. More that she wants to say. Anticipation makes it nearly impossible, but she's going to try. Before she does, she slides a hand back up, then "draws" a small heart on his chest. As much as she uses hearts on a daily basis, especially in emoji form, it'd be easy enough to brush it off as typical Monika. Wasn't it...? ]
I need you...
[ He begins, cutting off further words. Her nails scrape down glass and metal, and she quickly scares away more birds. He's getting everything he wants, just as she is. Well...he'll get those noises for less time than he may desire, however, but not for the worst reasons. While she'd love nothing more than to selfishly soak up all this pleasure for herself, he also deserves some for giving her so, so much.
A few more moans hit the walls, then suddenly, there's only the sounds of his fingers fucking into her. Her next moan's muffled. The same for the next and next. She's attached her mouth to the same sensitive spot she'd found earlier, sucking and licking, holding his spike in place with one of her arms. The work's uneven, but it's full of her usual determination. Knowing she won't last too long, she has to give it her all.
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She stares up at him when he raises her chin. She'd already pressed as many kisses to his fingers as she could manage before he switched to the gentle gesture. As they look at one another, for this precious moment in time, she feels like she's actually with him on Earth. He's taken her away from her worries and led them to a peaceful paradise all their own, just as she wished for in her poem.
He speaks, and his monotone has never sounded so...lovely. ]
You're more beautiful, Soundwave. Other people may not see that, but...I do.
[ And that made him all the more special.
She smiles during those few seconds she has left. There are so many more words she could say. More that she wants to say. Anticipation makes it nearly impossible, but she's going to try. Before she does, she slides a hand back up, then "draws" a small heart on his chest. As much as she uses hearts on a daily basis, especially in emoji form, it'd be easy enough to brush it off as typical Monika. Wasn't it...? ]
I need you...
[ He begins, cutting off further words. Her nails scrape down glass and metal, and she quickly scares away more birds. He's getting everything he wants, just as she is. Well...he'll get those noises for less time than he may desire, however, but not for the worst reasons. While she'd love nothing more than to selfishly soak up all this pleasure for herself, he also deserves some for giving her so, so much.
A few more moans hit the walls, then suddenly, there's only the sounds of his fingers fucking into her. Her next moan's muffled. The same for the next and next. She's attached her mouth to the same sensitive spot she'd found earlier, sucking and licking, holding his spike in place with one of her arms. The work's uneven, but it's full of her usual determination. Knowing she won't last too long, she has to give it her all.
He deserves it for making her life better. ]