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[ 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. ]

[ A little of both, really. She doesn't have the same level of control as male Alteans do of their sex, but when she thinks of how she wants to be touched, her body reacts accordingly. He stroke he gives her sends a shiver down her spine, and she even catches a giggle as his finger brushes the tip of one of the petals. She has yet to really explore that part of her body again, but nothing feels strange or out of place--on the contrary, it feels like everything is just how it should be.

As soon as he presses inside, the petals try to close around his hand. They can't really, of course, but the signal is clear that she wants him inside of her in whatever fashion he's willing to give. He'll find that she's soft and smooth inside and her inner walls flutter and squeeze back down on his fingers. As he moves, she gasps, the petals of her sex always open for him to return while hugging him down when he does. Her sex quickly becomes more and more slick, especially as he teases her from within and without, and the almost sweet smell of her arousal is hard to ignore.

Allura keens, muttering something in Altean as her facial markings glow bright. Her lips are at his jaw, whatever she can find in front of her, and her nails dig into his back. The his fingers move and press inside of her, the brighter she becomes. Ridges start to become more apparent inside of her in spiraling patterns that peek through the smooth texture of her inner sex, creating more sensitive and textured paths to follow. ]

[ Kissing her and touching her is all too sweet, feeling thick with arousal as her body reacts more and more to his touch. He moves with an unforgotten sense of how to work her entrance, burying his fingers inside her until the peak of the petals grasp fold over his knuckles and drawing out again shortly after. Whether Allura finds his lips, jaw, cheek, whatever doesn't (although he certainly does favour feeling her lips agains his own), Lance keeps his eyes closed thoughtfully, remembering times he's watched the petals move, accidentally smiling into a kiss the first time they made love and his startled fascination held the better part of his attention.

By the time he can scope out the grooves of Allura's sex, he loses himself to the idea and hope of sinking his own into her body to feel her body grip around him and draw him in. For a bit he keeps his fingers in deep, tracing along each ridge that he likes to think he has memorized. Each movement tugs gently at the circle of muscle. At last, he pulls his fingers out slowly, glancing down at his mess of a hand and flusters trying to remember where - oh duh, he grabs a tissue to clean off and sits up at the same time. Sitting plainly and exposed, his erection curls proudly upward, eager and willing. ]

You doing alright, princess?

[ It's all so good. it's as if he knows her body as well as his own and plays her like a musical instrument, fine tuning her strings until she resonates with the right pitch. And her body is only too ready to accept him. Her breathing starts to quicken, bit by bit, as her hips sporadically roll back down onto his hand. She leaves trails of kisses along his jaw, not so much pleading but informing him to keep going.

But he doesn't.

Allura doesn't think to hide the whine of disappointment when his fingers leave her body, but she's becoming so tightly wound that she automatically relaxes back on the mattress. ]

Lance...

[ She huffs, peeling her eyes open to look up at him. Allura frowns slightly as she slowly props herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him, heedless of just how improper she must appear with her legs still spread wide open in invitation. ]

Why did you stop?

[ Her attention shifts quickly downward, though, and she is equally unashamed to take in the full view of erection. Her petals all but shudder as she stares as if remembering what she can't immediately recall. ]

Stop? Princess... we've only just begun. [ He grins as he drops the tissue maybe in the wastebasket. Alien though they are to each other, he'd never considered their bodies so different, but seeing her eyes as they are, he remembers that this is all quite a bit different than knowing nothing at all. While he'd love to take her on right now with not restraints, he knows better. ]

Sit up? [ He asks, at the same time moving the pillows around so she can sit comfortably against the wall. Assuming all is well, he does decide to fit himself between her thighs, sitting on his ankles as he cozies up to her. Nothing in just yet, he reaches for her hand and brings it to his erection and, if she doesn't catch on immediately, guides her hand along ] Don't be shy.

[ His words bloom new excitement in her chest and it likely shows with the little flicker of light in her markings. Allura does as he instructs, sitting him so that he can make her more comfortable. It's all for her, isn't it? All his accommodating, the slow exploration he allows her. It makes something else bloom in her chest that that makes her smile and feel warm for other reasons.

She feels loved. Despite all that's happened, he's patient, he's kind. She wants nothing more than to show him what that means to her.

He guides her hand, but she's all to ready to take hold. Allura is anything but shy as she lets her fingers dance along the sides of his length, tracing the line of a prominent vein. Her pupils dilate the longer she looks, that strange combination of a soft, velvety texture around such rigidity. There's a flash in her mind, a similar scene--touching his erection for the first time, asking him why it isn't moving. It isn't broken, is it? Awkward laughter followed by moans as she explores every centimeter of it, palming him before she brings her lips to the head--and Allura gasps. ]

...I've tasted you.

[ She gives his length a squeeze. There's a glint in her eye. The ache between her legs only grows as she tries to see if she can recall that flavor. Instead, another memory comes to her--he's on his back and her hair falls around him like curtains. The light in the room is dim, but it's clearly a similar room on Altas, illuminated only by a soft blue glow and that of her markings. Both covered in sweat, she can feel her own labored breathing as she rocks back and forth on his lap.

Her petals shudder at the memory. Allura drops her free hand down to them to play with herself as she moves her other hand up to squeeze the head of Lance's erection. ]

You've been inside of me.

[ He'd like to kiss her while he's touched, but there's something in her eyes that has him deciding against it. She's clearly curious and the worst he could do is stall her interest too long. Instead, he stoops toward her, resting his head closer to hers. Intermittently he watches her hand work, her eyes stare, and allows his eyes to close equally, disappearing in the lovely feeling. It's good enough to feel her long fingers on the length again.

He misses the way her expression changes as a memory strikes her, but opens his eyes when she speaks and draws back enough to see the tail end of it. She's distracting him, but he figures out in time that something must have returned to her; and so here he kisses her, languid and warm. He draws back with a smile. ] I'll bet you want me inside you again, huh?

He doesn't have to look to know what she's up to and reaches down between her thighs to take over the work her free hand tries to endeavor, circling the relaxed ring of muscle and stroking the petals. She's right. All of this is for her. He'd spoil her for every orgasm she'd want tonight, even well after he's spent. ] Princess, [ he mutters in plain English, as much her title as a pet name he'd fallen for. His lips meet hers again, slipping his tongue inside as a finger pressing further into her again. ]

[ She's eager to return the kiss, to try and recreate feelings that the spark of her memory has ignited in her all over again. At his words, she doesn't hesitate to confirm her wants: ]

Yes.

[ He does have to shoo her hand away from her own sex, but as soon as she realizes what he's doing, she redoubles her efforts on his erection instead. She strokes him slowly, moving from the base to the head in strong, solid movements. A moan is lost around his tongue as he slips inside of her again and her petals fold around him instinctively. Allura reaches up to rub her thumb roughly on one of his own markings, keeping time with her strokes of his cock. ]

[ Even with scraps of memories to go off of, Allura is as fantastic a lover as he remembers, willing to give even when she could just receive for a bit. Intermittently closed lips groan against her mouth as she services not only his arousal but the sensitive spot on his chest and he remembers to return the favor on the crescent under her breast. Though he's not nearly as talented as she is. He'd always been on to get too caught up in pleasure and falter amidst the high adrenaline. the friction of her hands had such a way to light a fire in him. For a little bit, although his promise to move onto something else had practically been made, he lavishes in this mutuality. If there was anything he really missed about these encounters (not necessarily specific to Allura), it's the freedom to pleasure a woman as she saw fit.

Not willing to finish like this, he draws back from a kiss to speak: ] I think I'm okay. [ His own hand pulls out of her and he drags the mess on his fingers over the bedsheets, oddly and embarrassingly excited to be able to soil the sheets like this. For a minute, he seems focused as he takes his shaft in hand and drags the head of his cock through the slit of her pussy, glancing up as he teases her clit for just a moment. Later, he thinks, he ought to give that part a little more attention.

His eyes are back down as he fits into the first groove of her entrance, pausing to feel the way her unusual (to him) petals react to his own unusual (to her) length, and he grinds his lip through his teeth as he takes a deep breath. At last, at whatever bidding there may be, he shifts his hips forward an allows his cockhead to bury into her, first just the head, then a little bit of a shift to bring them closer together, and then pushing the rest in after it. His lips purse as the friction tickles his girth.

Once in, give him a moment to sort of settle into his own vibrating excitement and pleasure, he rolls his head back and huffs out a breath. ] Wow, that's good.

[ The sensation between her legs and under her breast sends shivers down her spine in the most pleasant of ways. She's wet and needy in her kisses, giving his erection a decent tug now and then. Lance's words don't quite register when he pulls his fingers out of her and she, again, feels the immediate loss as her petals try to reach back out to him. But it does give her a moment's reprieve as she slumps back against the pillows. ]

Lance...

[ But then he's taking hold of his cock instead and, even with only bits and pieces of her memory to go off of, she knows what's coming next. As soon as the tip touches her heated sex, the petals are quickly reaching out to it, folding themselves along the head and ushering him forward. They have to fight for it a bit as he teases her clit, shuddering and faltering in their work with each pass as Allura groans and bites her lip. Straight, hot bolts of pleasure shoot through her and immediately die away.

Goodness.

But the petals don't give up and as soon as he's finally pushing into her, they hug the shaft as best they can. He's thicker than what her biology was meant to accommodate, especially at the head, stretching her walls in a surprising, familiar, and wonderful way. Allura lets her head fall back as a gasp catches in her chest, followed by a breathy moan. ]

Lance~

[ Then, she giggles--she really giggles. He feels hot and solid within her and she wiggles her hips around him, closing her eyes with another groan as it rubs her inner textured ridges along him. ]

You feel perfect.

[ He'd hardly anticipated that this would be the sweetest thing he'd hear tonight, but he shouldn't be surprised either of how badly he'd missed the sweet sound of her laugh. Even through the rush of lusting want and need, he still finds a swirl of romanticism that mists around his heart and head. He smiles as he reaches his hands out to her cheeks, smoothing his thumbs carefully over their center. A happy flush colors his cheeks as he looks on her warmly, heart pounding not only from his own hazy glee but the static between their connected hips. He'd never felt perfect himself, but he would say he has been lucky enough to have touched perfection, as he is now.

If only he were so eloquent. He kisses her mouth warmly, struggling for an adequate answer. ] It only gets better, princess, [ he mutters against her lips, not only referring to the immediate moment they share. His hands ghost down her side until they can grab onto her hips, holding her up just enough that she can relax if she likes. Soon his hips thrust forward into her, a long and slow draw back and forth as he eases his girth in and out of her. His jaw slackens as friction unhinges any too-tight joints in his body. Though he'd love nothing more than to gaze into her eyes and lose himself in those pretty pink pupils of hers, his own smolder and droop and close as he loses himself more and more in the pleasant heat of her sex. ]

[ He wasn't lying. She's happy to take the kiss, but as soon as he moves, everything clicks into place. She does relax despite her instinct to just shove him forward, deciding to let him show her exactly what he means instead. It feels wonderful. Wonderful. The way the head of his cock rubs against her inner ridges as he pulls back and thrusts forward make her markings glow brighter each time. ]

Oh...

[ Allura takes a deep breath, reaching out to grab his shoulders as her head lulls backwards. Her petals flutter and try to keep with the rhythm, managing to for the time being as they hug him every time he pushes back into her. It's like he's made to fit inside of her, that other half at her soul could not fully form until now. ]

Yes.

[ This is exactly what she needed, what she'd wanted and didn't know how to ask. She smooths her hand down Lance's shoulder as her breath hitches in her throat before being followed by a groan. ]

Yes. Yes.

[ Bits of English seem to come back to her only for important reasons. And she takes no care in mitigating her volume. ]

[ Lance's eyes flash open from the feeling of Allura's hand moving along his back and his pupils dilate as they take in the beautiful sight of Allura coming undone. Beautiful lips, which he loves to kiss, parted to ease the passage of breath that he loves to hear. Her curving eyes that flutter as she blinks. It seems too odd that someone so untouchably magnificent and beautiful could reflect his own visage with his own curved eyes and parted lips. That he would be blessed to be cast on those orbs ever again must be unthinkable, yet here he is.

That he's forced to hold her hips in this state is a damn shame because it isn't just her sex that he wants to make love to, but adjusting would break the flow he has going now. His hips try to move at a rhythm that the dancing petals can maintain, just as much enjoying how they hug and tug at the base of his cock.

A stutter in the rhythm happens as Allura slips into English, his eyes stealing up toward hers, but he can only smile as he watches Allura slip in and out of her senses. ] You like that, huh? [ he mutters, pressing a kiss to her cheek and whispering at the same time, slipping a hand up to cradle her cheek. His lips dance down and along her neck as he works a slow pace in and out of her, harder thrusts to reach that far back wall if he can reach it. ]

Work with me, Allura, [ he mutters, pulling her hips along the bed so her back can lay flat on the mattress, rolling her hips back so he can wrap his arms around her back and neck and hold her tight.nHis hips slap against her thighs as he fucks her against the mattress, bodies bounding against a single aching spring, nuanced by Lance's own heavy breathing and groans. ]

[ There's an immediate understanding of what he says and she nods, tilting her head to the side to give hm more access to her neck. When Allura feels his length knock against her inner wall, she gasps, her petals convulsing for a moment as they lose their own rhythm only to find it again with his thrusts.

HIs next few mumbled words don't register immediately, even in Altean. She feels herself slide a bit downward onto the mattress and gets the hint, helping Lance adjust so that her back is flush against it. She likes this better right now, she thinks, because it isn't just the mattress she's flush against. His chest presses lovingly against her own and Allura returns the embrace with similar intensity, wrapping an arm around his back and the other holding the back of his head.

She parts her thighs wide for him, her heightened breathing a staccato against Lance's own. The ridges inside of her become more pronounced, shifting and moving a bit on their own as the markings on her body stop pulsating and retain an ever-present glow. ]

Lance~

[ She all but sings his name, hips jutting up on their own every now and then to meet a thrust as she feels herself rub on the base of his cock. Her hand splays against his back and she already loves the feeling of the way the muscles shift as he moves in and out of her. He feels perfect, inside of her and out.

The thought makes her laugh and moan at the same time. ]

It's as if we were made for this...!

[ She's a natural. Though her memories may be gone, she moves with him with the same grace and passion she ever has. "Made for this," she says, and a flustered, happy, and breathless laugh tickles the air against her neck.] ] Yeah, [ He wasn't made for much, but certainly, he thinks he at least learned to be worth something to her. Stuttered breath chokes out his laughter. Each time the soles of her feet knock on his back he's pushed further along. Her splayed hands dust over the over sensitive marks that had been growing there all these years.

He kisses her cheek and next the corner of her lips. Focusing on something as technical as a kiss as he ruts against the grooved walls of her sex feels impossible, but he manages to purse his lips against hers as their bodies shake against the mattress. Hot friction pulls the knot in his hips tight, arousal nearly painful as his body begs for the climax. ] Babe, [ he groans, quickly reminded of her amnesia. ] Silurljóma--a! [ he gasps as the word itself rushes him with memories of hot nights making love on the ship. His hips slam into Allura's, forceful first before he ruts inside her. ]</small and softer as he finishes inside her. He flusters through languages as his orgasm dances up and down his body, melting into her embrace. ]

[ She can tell that something wonderful is building between them, within her, and she soaks up every bit of his affection and attention. His kisses leave small bursts of warmth against her already heated skin and she can feel her pulse quickening with each thrust. It's when he cries out and his hips move in a staccato that she feels a new heat inside of her and she relishes in it, as if welcoming him to become a part of her in yet another way.

It only takes another moment for Allura's markings to all glow bright in unison as she reaches her own orgasm. Her walls tightens around him and her back arches off the bed as she gasps, then shudders as she collapses, feeling it hit over and over again as her body processes each sensation. Quintessence flows from her two him, reaching out to bring Lance close in body and soul. It's nearly a full minute before she finally relaxes enough and the petals of her sex pull back to allow him some room. ]

[ Breathless, he gathers her as she concludes. Wonderful, familiar pleasure and sensation dance up his spine as they finish together. Inside her, he can still feel the way her muscles twitch and the petals dance. Warmly, happily, he kisses along her cheek and whispers her name. Hands wander slowly, petting her as she comes down from her orgasm.

When her grip on him loosens, he lifts himself up to soak in a look. Flushed, red cheeks lift as he smiles at her. He's seen arousal glow in her cheeks before, but it's really the first time he's glowed for her - but he doesn't consider that. He just thinks she looks unusually beautiful at this moment. He pushes a stray hair from her face contemplatively. ]

So beautiful, [ he whispers and offers a sweet kiss. ]

[ There's something both familiar and new at that look, the bluish glow in his own cheeks making her heart instinctively skip a beat. Every part of her that's wholly Altean knows what that means, that very special person who can make your quintessence bubble up to the surface in warmth and light. But more than that, it's the look in his eyes that feels the most familiar. It's affirmation that she's really home.

She smiles back up at him, returning the kiss gently. What Allura doesn't remember is that it normally only takes her a moment or so to recover before she's letting her hands roam again and sliding a leg between his to let him know that she's looking for round two. Or three.

Instead, she just quietly basks in his affection, tiredly looping her arms loosely around his shoulders. Her thighs are a little shaky but she still gives his hips a little squeeze, a short hug. ]

That was wonderful.

[ He can't help the small giggle into the hug. He nuzzles her and kisses her jaw, grinning between kisses. ] Glad you think so.

[ He eventually falls to her side. Unabashed, he fits himself under her arm and his head into the crook of her neck. His hand settles at the base of her ribcage, feeling the way her chest expands as she draws in languid, pleasured breathes. He's just the same, but takes in a big breath of air and sighs deeply, as if breathing out the last of his anxieties. ]

I love you, Allura, [ he mutters as he closes his eyes. ] I'm so glad you're here.

[ Allura lets him move as he decides he needs to, missing his presence inside of hear, but she gladly takes how he cuddles up close. Her hand automatically finds the back of his head and neck, fingers lazily playing with the hair she finds there. Like many things since she awoke in his arms, this too feels familiar. Feels right. ]

As am I.

[ And she is.

It would be easy to feel alone when she was once part of everything and everyone all at once--but he's keeping that at bay. He helps make her whole.

It has been exhausting, though. Alteans normally don't need as much rest as their human counterparts, but Allura finds it easy to drift off into a doze. Her breathing evenings out quickly as she basks in his presence and his warmth, a quiet awareness of his quintessence around her as she allows her mind to silence and wander, up up and out.

It's when she falls into a deeper sleep that things begin to change. Her coalescence, either by the will of the White Lion, or maybe something as fairytale of the love that brought her back, had been driven by some sort of greater consciousness. But when left to her own, she drifts. The quintessence and stardust that gave her form again waver at the edges. Her markings begin to glow in her sleep unprompted. ]

[ Lance could have easily said he'd never slept so well. He had no fears on his mind, no everlasting loneliness to pin his heart down, and with the bed warmly occupied by the love of his life, he should have slept through the night.

But the glow in his eyes stirs him from his slumber, offending his eyes in the pitch darkness of their room. He can't think of a time that her marks had glowed in her sleep and he wonders passively why they might. Perhaps she's dreaming? He smiles to himself, touching her bare body lightly before stroking her cheek. ] Dreaming of me, I hope, [ he whispers to himself, unaware of the oncoming distress. HE only seeks out her forehead to lay a kiss there. Perhaps selfish - all the gestures and movement could threaten to wake his princess. ]

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rubs hands together and grins fiendishly

resurrects porn from 4 months ago

good porn never dies

and it's about to become PAIN

i put this pain off for so long