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[The Handmaid had finally achieved her only goal after millenia--she'd finished her job ane been released from her contract, and the Condesce had killed her. She'd thought it would be a relief. She hadn't been expecting an afterlife, but even nothing would have been better than serving Lord English.

Unfortunately, nothing had changed. In fact, she didn't even know she was dead. Her life just replayed over and over and over again, and she still longed for death. She listened to Doc Scratch ramble on about the other ancestors, repeating himself until she had the stories memorized and they became mind numbing. Of course, when she didn't listen carefully enough, or Doc Scratch just thought she wasn't, he would punish her. His favorite trick was teleporting her onto the Condesce's ship until the lack of air made her pass out. Unfortunately, immortality didn't mean that she was immune to the adverse affects of his punishments, just that she couldn't die from them.

Lord English was much less elegant, and much harder to please. If he wanted her unconscious, he would simply slam her against a wall and choke her until her head swam and her lungs screamed and her only thought was of air. He wasn't nearly as picky about leaving marks, either, but after centuries of such treatment, she'd learned that allowing it and fighting back as little as possible often made him relent more quickly.

But the worst was when she was trapped in Doc Scratch's mansion, when Lord English had no use for her at the moment. She would pace, impatient, listening to the little puppet ramble on and on and critique her manners and patronize her endlessly. Unlike in her childhood, she no longer shows her rage so openly--there's no point. But in the mansion, all alone, with Lord English and Doc Scratch both off doing something assuredly stupid, she paces the rooms and daydreams about ripping the entire place apart.]

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[She's starting to blush just a bit, but she tightens her grip on him, half wondering just how long he was sitting there, trying to get her attention. His teeth against her lips makes her heart skip a beat, and her claws dig into his back lightly.]

[This time it hadn't been long. But there had been so many times before, hours he had spent watching and waiting and her never seeing him... He has always been the possessive sort, but after all of that? It is worse now then it has ever been]

[So before too long, he breaks the kiss, leaning back slightly to touch a finger against the top button of her dress]

May I...?

[Does he really need to ask? She nods immediately, shooting him another shy little smile. Realizing that she's safe and totally free was like flipping a switch: She suddenly wants him so badly it aches.]

[Of course! He will always ask first! But the moment she nods, he's pulling each button apart, that shy smile doing nothing but egging him on]

[He kisses her quickly, with a sort of growing desperation, between each button, moving his mouth to her neck, the hollow of her throat, the middle of her chest, down to her stomach as he drops to his knees to undo the last few. And then he loops an arm around her waist, pressing his forehead against her and just... breathing. He is shaking slightly. He has missed her so much, has wanted her for so long, and now she is finally here and he just... He's almost forgotten what to do with himself]

[She's trembling too by the time he's done, partially for the same reasons but partially because this is... Very intense, especially considering how long she's been isolated up until now. She takes a deep breath to steady herself and slips down to sit on the ground beside him, wrapping her arms around him tight and pulling him close again. She traces the line of his jaw absently and rests her forehead against his. She just wants to savor this for a moment.]

[Same to be honest. Leans back against her, running his knuckles across her waist and over her hip, cupping her cheek with his free hand. His wings fan open, brushing cool air over them for a moment. He will not move until she does. This is far too important right now]

[That gets her to shiver again, and she sighs quietly, leaning into his touch. There is pretty much no way he could ruin this right now, but she takes the initiative and kisses him again anyway.]

[Her kiss is like lighting the fire again, and he deepens it in a second, moving to pull her into his lap and brushing his hand against her sleeves to finally just... ditch the dress entirely]

[Wow, unfair, Summoner! She kisses back hungrily, fingers going to the buttons and clasps that hold his shirt closed. Let's see if she remembers how to get this thing off!]

[Just kinda... smiles against her mouth, almost laughing. This goddamn shirt, always causing him problems. But he tries not to get her way, letting her work the buttons open as his hands splay across her bare skin, tracing lines he had almost forgotten, relearning the shape of her in his arms]

[She's sort of trembling in anticipation at this point, but hey! Apparently this is like riding a bicycle, because she gets his shirt unbuttoned relatively quickly. Now there's just that stupid wing panel to deal with, and she breaks the kiss reluctantly to figure it out. She also gives him just a bit of a look because this is kind of embarrassing don't judge her!]

[Okay laughing for real this time, jiggling his shoulder to purposefully fuck her up AHAHA WHAT A DICK]

[GOD THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE ROMANTIC AND PERFECT!!! Except it never is with them, and she was half expecting something like that. She huffs, swatting at his shoulder.]

Stop!

Okay okay...!

[Still laughing lkjsdf But he does stop, and once he quits being a jerk, the clasp is actually fairly simple! AND HEY, when she does manage to get it and pull his shirt off, he... has no scars!!! Exactly none of them 8>]

[Why does she even put up with him?

But once the shirt is off she pauses, reaching out to run her hands over the smooth skin of his chest. She is... Very confused...!]

[Because she loves him ('8]

[He kind of... stills under her hand, letting his gaze fall to her hands, and then rise up to her face again]

Are you okay...? [Nothing like a sudden lack of scars to be reminded this is not exactly reality...]

[She nods, leaning forward to kiss him briefly.]

What happened?

[Kisses back, sort of faint and distracted]

Reality is sort of funny here. [He looks off to the side and for a very very brief second, he looks the way he did just before he died, old and blind in one eye and broken down tired. But when he looks back to her, he is young again. His smile is sort of careful]

It takes a lot of practice to get it right...

[She absolutely hates seeing him that way. It hurts far too much, and as soon as he turns back she hugs him again, burying her face in the curve of his neck.]

Don't.

[Hums faintly against her shoulder, rubbing his knuckles over her back as he leans into her]

I won't. I'm sorry.

[That feels very nice, and she melts against him, making a soft, content sound and nuzzling against him. Okay, maybe she can forgive him.]

[Well good. He nuzzles back slightly, letting his hands slide around her thighs to pull her a little closer before returning to rubbing lines up and down her back. He didn't really mean to upset her ); Now he feels kinda bad ljsdf]

[She is pretty much over it already. She pulls away slightly to kiss him again, running her hands over the contours of his torso, trying to memorize how he feels without all those scars. It's sort of fascinating, honestly.]

[His breath catches slightly as her hands move over him again, and that only pushes him forward, his kisses gaining their own hungry edge. His hands settle around her hips, stilling for now. Letting her learn her way around again]

[Yes she likes this very much! She returns that intensity, trailing the tips of her claws down his back rather than her fingertips, taking care not to disturb his wings. It's so nice, knowing they have all the time in the world now.]