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[ Excuse his humbled embarrassment as he garbles his words.: ] Well, I don't-- I can't really... take all the, er.... [ credit. He sighs, amused but frustrated with his limited vocabulary. ]

Something called me out here, Allura. Out there. Maybe the universe didn't need you any more to live. Maybe you pulled me here when you pulled back together.

I don't think we'll ever know.

[ Something called him out there... ]

Perhaps we called out to each other.

[ That seems reasonable enough to her. For now. ]

And now we're here. Sleeping.

[ Well... ]

[ There's a Hot Ass moment where he has to rack his brain for what "Sleeping" means, but nope, it definitely is just whatever verb form of to sleep. No strings attached. No hidden meanings. ]

Uh.....

This isn't sleeping. ....Do you want to sleep?

It isn't?

[ Oh.

Hm.

Allura might have been embarrassed before, but right now it's. Well. It is what it is. There's a lot she's yet to remember, after all.

She's a little embarrassed. ]

I had assumed--

[ Since they came in there...to sleep. Right? ]

...I'm not sure. Is it enjoyable?

[ There's a funny, amused sort of look in Lance's expression that's a little hard to pinpoint, even for himself. ]

I mean, I think so. Here, follow my lead. [ He steps back and moves toward the bed, drawing the covers back, but stops after a moment. ]

Do you mind if I undress a little?

[ Allura follows behind him, holding the lion to her chest, but pauses when he stops.

She shakes her head. ]

You are used to feeling corporeal, but I would like to know what you look like.

[ Strip, Lance. ]

[ He frowns a little, unsure if it's appropriate to totally strip when Allura doesn't really know much of what's going on, but.... It also doesn't quite feel right to be shy around her, either. She's already seen him topless, anyway, so he sheds the shirt without a second thought before kicking his pants off with just the slightest bit of reluctance. He stands proud in the end, bare, and smiles at Allura for a moment that she can have a proper look at him. A lot of old scars, some as old as the first month they met, carve his figure, but he's certainly not the worst off of all the Paladins. He's still slim, but certainly not the gangling eighteen-year-old he once was. When he's sure she's had her fair look at a body distinctly different from her own, he moves into the bed and pats the spot next to him. ]

[ And look she does, curious and interested. She notes the places they differ and is delighted by the things that feel inherently familiar. She finds herself scanning the width of his chest and following a line down from to his navel---

Then he moves. She blinks and follows suit, taking a seat next to him. ]

I think I like looking at you.

Really? [ He muses, a smirk tugging his lips and his eyebrow cocking. ] I think I like looking at you, too.

[ Sorry, Allura, but it is a little funny, and the amusement shows in his eyes as he grins at her. ] You probably don't remember what being into someone is, huh?

[ The turn of phrase is what confuses her more than anything else. Fondness and love are something that she understands, or has remembered, throughout the day through her interactions with her friends and family. Attraction may be a little different. She tilts her head slightly. ]

"Being into someone"?

[ She raises a brow and pokes his chest. ]

Am I supposed to be in you?

[ That seems difficult now that they're both solid. ]

Haha, maybe not that exactly.... [ He lolls his head to the side, immediately understanding where the confusion is, humming and hawing. ] I can't remember the word.... [ he mutters as he tries to find it. ]

That feeling when you want to touch someone a lot?

Oh.

[ Is that an invitation? It feels like one. So she lays her hand on his chest instead and slides it up to his shoulder. ]

Yes. I do want to touch you.

[ Lance smiles, soft and sweet, doubtful she totally understands him, but so much of this felt like pieces were falling into place exactly where they're meant to be that he can't feel wholly guilty. He shifts a little closer to her and starts to guide her just a little, bringing her legs up to rest in his lap. His hand smooths along her thigh, looking happy as he watches her eyes. ] That makes two of us.

[ When he's sure they're all settled together, he presses forward for a kiss, warm and inviting. ]

[ There's no resistance as he positions her and she finds that this is a rather enjoyable position to be in, too. She gets a flash--a short one, of the two of them resting back against the small alcove for the bed on the very same ship--and Allura knows that this is where she's supposed to be.

Into him.

She doesn't wait to be kissed this time, instead meeting him halfway as her eyes fall shut. They've shared a few kisses since he found her, but they've been brief, like a silent form of communication and reassurance as he showed her around the ship. Now she feels that she has a moment to enjoy it. Less emotionally needy than the first on Oriande, but slow and savoring.

Allura lets the lion drop onto the mattress as she mimics the motion the hand on her thigh, instead up along his bicep. ]

[ He's kissed a few others since he last saw Allura, trying to take the advice of friends and family to move on, but it felt wrong. This right now? It really feels like coming home. Allura falls so naturally into place whatever reluctance Lance thought he might have is dashed away. There must be something there remembering this, or remembering it for her. His other arm wraps around her body and holds her waist as he gathers her just that little bit closer and lays each new kiss on her with sweet warmth and remembrance. She still kisses just like she used to, he thinks and relief rushes his body. He'd spent so long fearful he'd forget or, worse, had already forgotten. There's no reason to worry or forget any more.

But at licking her lips, he feels a bit embarrassed and draws back for a breath, to see her still there in front of him and in his arms. There's a brief smile before he leans back in, more purposely flicking his tongue against her lips as he grins against her mouth. ]

[ This feels familiar, even if she can't remember all the times they've done this before. It's something instinctual, just as her quintessence calls out to his. Lance's lips and skin are warm, and certainly inviting. She lets her hands join together behind him as she smiles into the kiss, one following the next. This, in and of itself, is a motivation for having a physical form once again.

She can connect with him in different ways.

The tongue makes her pause for a moment, then giggle lightly. Far from embarrassed or shy, she gives his mouth a lick or two in return before catching his tongue between her lips. ]

[ Lance melts into the kiss, lips parted wide for her as they reenact an old dance the two of them shared once. Between lips puckering together, he draws his tongue over and around her own. More often he has to draw back for a breath as his heart races, wondering how much Allura will be okay with while knowing how badly his body has missed hers, struggling as he tries to decide exactly what it is he missed most about her. The catacombs in his heart beg to be filled in again. ]

Lay back, baby, [ he mutters softly to her between a kiss and eases them both down onto the bed, rolling her onto her back as he finds himself unwittingly coiled around her. His free hand strokes along her side to feel the front of her body, surged with desire to see and make her feel good. His thumb ghosts along the curvature of her breast before it sweeps over a nipple, slow over the bump. ]

[ The movements of his tongue delight her and she finds herself chasing after it on more than one occasion. She feels heat rise to her cheeks and along her chest as they kiss, the need to be into him growing. When he speaks, she shudders, his warm breath against her wet lips giving a surprise but pleasant cooling effect.

She smiles. ]

"Baby".

[ She has to shove the lion to the side as they lay down, though ultimately picks it up and sets it down carefully on the floor beside the bed. ]

Isn't that what you--

[ His fingers brush along sensitive markings along her side, but the marks under her breast are particularly responsive. She gasps, her eyes dilating immediately as her nipple hardens under his thumb. ]

Do that again.

[ Lance draws back as he grins at her. ] You always did like that. [ His lips press to hers, then at the corner, finally kissing down her jaw, having missed the way her neck felt against his lips. With the pads of his fingers he starts to massage circles along the pink mark under her breast. While he'd love to leave his own marks along her neck, he thinks it may be just a little too uncouth; Allura had only just come home again. ]

Stay still a moment, [ he asks as he draws back. They may as well lay in the bed right while he's at this, and helps direct her as such, until eventually he's positioned himself between her thighs. Both hands smooth up her sides together as he leans over her, kissing her lips first before his mouth drops to her sternum and sucks on the mark there. His thumbs, placed over the marks under her breast, stroke along the pink streaks with soft and delicate touch, only to start as he matches Allura's reactions. ]

[ Lips can go other places--yes, that's right. There are suddenly a hundred places on Lance she wants to put hers, but for the moment she can only let them hang open in another small gasp. This feels nice. This is clearly what he had been talking about.

She does stay still, staring up at the lowered ceiling of the alcove over his bed before following his movements. Seeing him positioned between her parted thighs made her stomach flip and she decides that, yes, this is definitely where he belongs. If she had any lingering doubts about that, the touch of his hands along her thighs and then his lips on her collarbone are more than enough. ]

...Ah!

[ She grips at his back, the swirls under her breasts growing warm and starting to glow lightly as he strokes them. The marking under his lips follows suit and Allura instinctively pushes her chest up towards him, demanding. ]

Lance...

[ Her hands move, sliding up his back as one slips down to his chest, running her fingers along the blue marking she finds flowing beneath his collar as well. If it feels this good on her it should feel the same on him, right? ]

I feel so warm.

[ Even just the process of pleasuring her has his own marks shining, utterly pleased by the sounds in her breath and on her lips. The resistance pressing into his mouth is surprisingly fantastic, his lips smacking away for only a curious moment before they're back on the mark.

He's never had someone besides himself touch that mark; and so when Allura first does, he gasps before a shuttered breath. She probably doesn't realize he'd never had these before he lost her. But it feels good; different than the pleasure he'd known before. His hands grab a little tighter onto her torso, but quickly, he relaxes to the unfamiliar sensation. The attention he gives Allura's chest and collar is broken up by breathless gasps, always coming back down on a slightly different spot that before.

The comment puts a small seed of worry in him, but he'll give her chest all the attention it deserves while he's down here. Soon, his head lifts and he presses his jaw against her throat and breathes in her scent. ] Allura....

Do you remember what love making is?

[ Specific memories tied to these motions may be locked away at the moment, but her body knows exactly how to respond. Each kiss brings a glowing pulse to the markings on her chest and she releases a long sigh, pressing her thumbs more roughly on his own markings in turn. Allura allows her eyes to fall shut as she revels in just how good he's making her feel.

When she hears her name and feels his breath against her neck, Alura's eyes flutter back open. She feels a little breathless. There's a warmth between her thighs that begs for her attention as well. All she wants to do is press it against Lance, but she restrains herself to give his question serious consideration.

"Love making"?

Independently, she understands those, she believes. Love, she has remembered over the course of the time they have spent that day, is an inherent trust in another being, a desire to be close to them, to bask in their warmth and affection and return it in kind. Love makes you smile. Lance makes her smile.

But how does one make it? She hadn't thought that she had been doing anything in particular for love to come to be--it simply was in the actions shared between them. With that in mind... ]

Is that not what we have been doing?

[ But she was wrong about sleeping. Worry now rises in her mind as well. Concepts, she feels, she is understanding much better than vocabulary, though the latter has been coming back at an increasing rate as she's spoken with him and listened to others talk, even words in English.

She ushers his head up from her neck so she can look him in the eyes. ]

I'm not sure, but I know that right now I want you to touch me and I want to touch you. I can only believe this is how it's supposed to be because it feels so easy. And familiar. My body knows you. I trust you. Is that not love however you make it?

[ In her defense, Lance wasn't even sure of the words he wanted, combining two he knew to make sense of a question. So he draws away and listens, a smile coming to his face as she asserts her feelings. Her question is somehow embarrassing; he shouldn't be surprised Allura loves him, and he wouldn't say that he is, but truly, it feels incredible beyond words. This beautiful woman loved him; a woman he nearly lost forever and was permitted to love again now.

He touches her chin and kisses her softly, speaking after: ] I'd say you're right on the money. I just don't want to surprise you badly. Say if you don't like something, okay? You used to like all this, anyway.... [ Allura means too much for him to pressure her; and Allura's always been strong willed, so he trusts her to trust him in return. Once more he presses his mouth to hers, this time staying on her lips as he lays opened mouthed kisses which he'd missed giving so often in the years she was away.

While one arm supports him over Allura, the other hand lightly dusts down her front until he meets a tuft of coarse hair over her groin, and through that mess of hair he seeks out a slit low on her body. So long as she doesn't protest, his finger traces over the lips of her pussy until he finds where it peaks in; and assuming Allura allows that much as well, sweeps his finger back upwards through the slit. ]

[ The kiss is an assurance of his feelings on the matter, but the verbal confirmation is none the less, appreciated. She smiles up at him, warm, excited, and wholly trusting. If she used to like this, then she only believes that she will like it still.

Allura returns each kiss, letting her eyes fall shut again as their lips and tongues meet. This is something she feels like she could do forever and never grow tire of, taking his the taste of is mouth and the light tingle down her body that his touch brings. As his hand dips down between her legs, Allura simply thinks yes, knowing that he's going to address the heat that's collecting there. That's exactly where she wants to be touched.

He moves past her lips with ease, already warming and engorged. What his fingers find past those are like the petals of a flower. When unaroused, they fold together and pull inside her body, but as she is now, they are parted and open in invitation. Five individual folds, no longer than an inch, each lined with sensitive cilia-like sections along the edges. They flutter at his touch and the petals he touches seem to instinctively touch back, folding against his fingers and urging him towards his goal, where he can press past a familiar ring of muscle into her body. But they do enjoy being touched.

Allura release a surprised by please moan into his mouth, all the markings and the flesh of her sex lighting up for a moment. She tightens her hold around his shoulder and nips at his bottom lip. ]

[ He's always wondered if she did it herself or if the folds had their own goals in mind, but he's never asked - even for someone as full of poorly timed questions as he often does. Though his fingers are drawn in, he resists the motion initially, stroking each petal like a hello, smoothing what fluid he finds there around the surface and entrance with slow and thoughtful circles. Oh, how he's missed this body of hers. He grins when she nips at him, nipping right back at her.

Only after he's had enough time playing with the outside and circling his finger just outside the ring, does he work his way down, spiral like, into and through her entrance. He hums thoughtfully and pleasantly as he ventures the inside. ] As good as I remember. [ he mutters. He curls his hand as best he can to fit against the mound of her clitoris and soon starts to draw his fingers languidly in and out of her, testing this new body with patience and curiosity. ]

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