[ 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. ]
[ 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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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.
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[ 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.
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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. ]
i put this pain off for so long
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. ]