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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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[Kisses her shoulder, breath hitching at the sensation of her teeth against his skin, hand wrapping around her and sliding down the length of her. His other hand braces around her back, kneading at her skin as he rocks up against her again]

[Her claws dig into his back as she bites back a moan, gasping against his skin. Suddenly she doesn't feel nearly close enough to him, and she reaches down to unbutton his pants, hands trembling slightly.]

[Huu!! Well he is hardly going to interfere with that then although he does make a faint whine of a sound and rock up against her hand sort of involuntarily. And he brushes his thumb against the tip tip of her bulge, before his fingers slide lower and press up against her nook]

[She sucks in a sharp breath, trying to clear her head. It's really hard to think about anything when he's doing that, but she unfastens his pants. Of course, she can't really take them off when she's... sitting on them, so she pulls away reluctantly, tugging them over his hips.]

[Aww. Lets her retreat, though he keeps a hand on her thigh as he shifts to help ease his pants over the rise of his own bulge and off his legs. Leans towards her to kiss her again as soon as they're off though. Come back come back, every moment she is even that far away is a moment too long]

[She's back in his lap immediately, returning the kiss with a renewed intensity as she brushes her fingertips almost hesitantly along the length of his bulge. They've done this a million times, but it's been so long that suddenly she's getting stage fright.]

[Well she really has no need to be hesitant!! He sighs against her mouth, bowing his head slightly]

It's okay... [He hates that she's nervous, even if he understands where it's coming from. His own hand slides around her again, as if he might be able to show her how again]

[She shivers again, sneaking another kiss as she wraps her own hand around him. She's afraid to mess up, okay! But she slides her hand up and down almost experimentally.]

[Hums encouragingly, echoing her movement with his own hand as he begins to kiss and nip at the curve of her neck]

[God, that feels amazing. Her breath catches in her throat as she pushes up into his hand, tightening her own grip just slightly as she regains confidence.]

[Wheeze, yes good. Sighs again, lifting his head to kiss her again as he finds a quicker rhythm against her, other hand shifting to draw her closer... if that's even possible at this point!]

[Probably not. She's pressed pretty flush against him. When he picks up the pace, though, she whimpers, heart skipping a beat as her free hand grips at his back. She breaks the kiss again, trying to catch her breath and articulate what she wants at the same time and totally failing.]

Maybe we should...

[Something. She's so bad at this.]

[That's okay! He has always been patient with her, and that is only more true now that he has her here. They have all the time in the universe, maybe more, and he is hardly in a hurry as long as she is in his arms. He smiles, nips sort of playfully at the underside of her chin and though his hand doesn't stop entirely against her bulge, it still slows notably]

Whatever you wish, Coleta.

[She lets go of him hesitantly, then wraps both arms around him and hugs him tight. She nuzzles against his neck, just taking another second to appreciate the fact that he's here with her, and no one can tell them what to do or hurt them or keep them apart. It's amazing, if a little daunting. Then she pulls away again, laying back on the grass and tugging him after her gently.]

[Hugs her back, tracing odd little patterns over her skin with his claws. This doesn't even feel real after so long without her, but... he loves it. He loves her. He never wants this to end, and so of course he follows after her, fingers gripping at the grass beside as he leans down to kiss her again]

[She smiles as he leans down and kisses him back as her arms slip around him again. This is absolutely perfect, and she is perfectly 0kay with staying here forever.]

[Mmm yes. If it weren't for the electricity prickling under his skin, he'd rather like to stay here forever as well. As it is, all this light fondling has been great but...]

[He lets one hand slide back around her leg, pulling it open slightly as he breaks the kiss to settle between her thighs. His eyes sort of... trace over her and there is a kind of open reverence on his face. It is really impossible to find words for how he feels about her? He hopes she understands anyway. Somehow...]

[She gets it, because she feels exactly the same way. She spreads her legs for him, flushing deeply at the way he looks at her. She reaches up to touch his cheek, shooting him another shy smile.]

[Leans against her hand, eyes shutting contently for a moment]

Is this what you wanted...? [Traces his fingers lightly over her hips before finding a careful hold against them]

[She nods, sighing at his touch.]

This is perfect.

[It's an odd thing to say, and something she's never really said before.]

[...yes. Definitely odd. But it makes his skin crawl with a sort of faint desperation]

Perfect...? [Asked as his grip firms against her hips and he... slides inside her]

[She gasps again, lifting her hips up to meet him as she buries her face into the curve of his neck. She nods, letting out a soft, almost desperate sound.]

[His own breath catches again at that sound, and he's already rocking against her again, the familiar wet slide of her bringing back so many good memories he can't help but gasp himself. There is already a sort of urgent note in his voice as his hips shift again and he begins to find his rhythm]

[She matches his rhythm, head swimming as she traces a line of kisses down the soft skin of his neck. Her fingertips trace the muscles of his back, still trying to get used to the fact that the skin is smooth and unmarred.]

[And he, in turn, is trying to get used to being able to feel her fingers now. His back had lacked fine sensory perception for so long, and now he can't help but relish it a little. His wings open suddenly as he gasps, hips stuttering against her. But the sudden rush of pleasure only encourages him and he moves a bit faster when he begins again, breathing in unsteady little moans against her shoulder]