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He supports her well enough and is gentle enough that laying down doesn't hurt, which feels like a minor miracle. Wrath watches him, smiling to herself, until he comes back, and then she holds her arms out to him.

"Mmm." She cradles the back of his head with one hand, stroking his hair, marveling at the feeling of it again--and the feeling of his mouth, which makes her breathe out another happy little noise. "Your mouth," she murmurs. "I love your mouth too."

Eventually it'll add up to I love you and by then she'll stop being a chickenshit and just say it. She already knows it's true

Slowly and carefully, she slides one leg over his, foot smoothing along the back of his calf. Her other arm, she uses to tug up his shirt so she can stroke his back with her fingers.

"Mm," he acknowledges, drawing her nipple between his lips and sucking harder. He loves the way she tastes. After giving that some attention he pulls away enough to let her lift his shirt away and once it's over his head he trails his lips down her chest and belly down to her navel. "Back okay?" he asks.

Hopefully he doesn't mind her being noisy, because that gets a moan from her, that delicious tug. She licks her lips appreciatively at the sight of him, trails her fingers over his chest and then up to his shoulders as she keeps stroking his hair. "So far, so good," she sighs happily.

"Good." He doesn't mind as long as she keeps it to soft moans like that one, but there's no telling when Theta and Malcolm will get home. He nudges his fingers into her waistband. "I know you like to be loud. But try to keep it quiet," he says. "Okay?"

She bites her lower lip. Normally that's not something she's embarrassed about. Or even cognizant of. "Sorry," she whispers. "I'll be quiet."

Think of it as a challenge. That seems the best way to go.

He shoots her a little smile and starts working her pants off. Once they've been drawn off both of her legs he spreads her knees apart and kneels between them. He knows she's sensitive and he knows he can get her off pretty easily, so he starts out taking his time, stimulating her with light flicks of his tongue.

She has to bite her lip, a lot, and the amount of squirming she can really do is limited by what's going to pinch at her back. What escapes her a small, needy little noises as she buries her hands in North's hair and holds on.

Moving her right leg is surprisingly painful in this position, but her left is okay, and she's able to hook it around him, brushing her foot over his back.

She swallows down a moan and can't help but breathlessly laugh, fingers flexing in his hair. "You tell me to be quiet and then you--ah! oh god--do this. Oh fuck, yes, yes there--you are such--ah!--an asshole!"

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He can't help but chuckle a bit, and he hums as he draws his tongue slowly over the spot she'd specified again. With all the pain she's been going through and all the difficulties her injury has caused he wants nothing more than to make her feel good and give her a pleasant release, and he can be selfish and desire something for himself later.

He's doing a good job of it, and having a sense of humor about things only makes it better, more relaxing to go with the amazing things he's doing with his tongue. She can't help but arch her back a little (that doesn't feel too bad) try to pull him in harder against her, like the poor guy doesn't need to breathe or something.

He's not a man to be rushed. She both loves it and wants to shake him by the hair as he slowly winds her up until her muscles are trembling and she's panting out breathy little whimpers that aren't coherent enough to be words.

The tighter she grasps at him the more firmly he brushes his tongue against her clit and presses it into her. He always finds giving oral sex exciting, and it's even more fulfilling with the way she reacts.

Wrath had the presence of mind to let go of his hair with her left hand so she can bite the fleshy part of her palm as she comes hard. It mostly muffles the sound she can't quite manage to swallow, the audible sign off her vision temporarily whiting out with sensation.

Nerves buzzing pleasantly, she relaxes down on the bed. She loosens her fingers in North's hair, idly petting his curls with faintly trembling fingers.

He grabs the tail of his shirt to wipe his face on and then crouches over her again, nosing in at her neck. Being only in his boxers means his erection is readily available for her to take hold of if she wishes. "Mm," he murmurs, dragging his lips along her jaw.

Wrath breathes out a little sigh, tilting her head for him. "Your mouth," she murmurs. "I love your mouth too. My god..." Eyes half shut in satisfied contentment, she slowly slides her leg against his. She keeps one hand loosely stroking his hair while the other wanders his chest and stomach with light caresses until she reaches reaches his hips. She smooths her hand over his cock, making a contented sound at the hot, hard length of it.

"Oh good," she murmurs. "That wasn't just part of the dream." My god, she thought with fuzzy amusement, how the hell does he conceal that thing when not in use? And that thought makes her giggle cheerfully as she slides her hand into his boxers to find skin, to wrap her fingers around the length and stroke. "Lieutenant North, I believe the Uniform Code expressly forbids the removal of heavy artillery from base without a signed order from your CO. I'll need to see your papers now, please." She squeezes lightly.

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He laughs. "I don't let just anyone inspect this equipment," he says. He nips lightly at her jaw. "Actually, you seem to be the only one qualified." He grins and tips his hips into her hand. "Seems like it's inspection time right now."

Wrath grins, finally letting go of his hair so she can cup his cheek and direct his mouth to hers. "I'm on the job."

She moves her hand down his length, for all the world like she's feeling out every bit of skin, tracing the subtle lines of veins. Lightly teasing her fingers over the contours of the head. She resumes stroking slowly, giving him a mock serious look. "Manual inspection checks off with flying colors. I'll need to see it in action though."

At which point she can't keep a straight expression any more, buries her face in his shoulder, and snickers. It feels so good to relax and laugh. To have fun. Hopefully he agrees; she knows a lot of people don't share her sense of humor.

It's clear he does; he laughs with her, then gently pushes her arm back so he can work his boxers off. "Your back is still okay, right?" he asks as he completes that action, settling back between her legs.

She tilts her head so she can watch, idly trailing her fingers over her stomach since he's taken himself out of reach. Sitting up is unfortunately not a thing that's going to happen right now, a shame since that might be fun. Maybe some other time when she's less fucked up. She does rub her foot lightly against his leg, just so she's got that good point of active contact with him.

"Green," she says, smiling crookedly. Well, she'd better be honest. "Just go easy on me, okay?" They'll make it work, she has faith in that.

"I will," he promises, trailing his hands down her sides before lowering himself to line up with her. "We'll take it slow." He's more in the mood for something sweet than something rough anyway. He strokes at her until he's sure she's slick and warm and ready before pressing the head of his cock into her. A pleased hum passes his lips and he lowers his face to kiss her lips as he continues to press in.

Wrath feels like her nerves are just humming by the time he's done plying her with his hands. She loves his hands; she's said that, hasn't she? She's rocking a against his fingers just a little already, and then his cock--fuck, she remembers this, the dreams really were true to life.

She cups North's face in her hands, stroking his cheeks with her fingers as she breathes a little moan into his mouth. Relax, relax, relax, she lets her eyes drift half closed as she focuses on his lips, on that amazing closeness of being filled. "You feel so good, Andrew," she murmurs.

It's like a bolt going down his spine, the way she says his name, and he lets out a rough exhale and slides in a little further. Preparing his partner is always a slow process—press in and draw back, little by little, opening them up. He brings one hand to play with her ear and kisses a line down her cheek. "You're returning the favor, believe me," he says. Now is the time to begin to thrust, in slow, deep passes, and he braces himself on the bed, keeping his lips on her mouth and face.

She makes a needy sound against his lips, going tight around him for a moment before the relaxes again. Wrath slowly hooks her left leg around his. One hand stays on his face, fingers tenderly stroking, while her right hand begins to wander more, caressing lines down his neck in a slow counterpoint.

Wrath rolls her hips as much as she can to receive him, breathing out muted little pleas as she feels him , so present. It's different, so quiet and slow, another facet of togetherness that she hadn't really imagined before. She whispers his name in his ear, kisses his temple, and melts into him a little bit more with each thrust.

All the feedback he's getting back from her are expressions of pleasure and appreciation and that makes him a feel bold enough to move a little faster, press in a little harder. He tries to keep his movements smooth, though, determined not to be as rough as he would be had she not been injured. His breathing picks up, and he can't help but grunt a little in response when she whispers his name. He doesn't remember having his name spoken during sex affect him the way it does when she calls his name. If it weren't for the need to hold back he might groan out loud.

"Yes," she whispers in his ear, curling her leg around his, hitching her hips slight. She gasps, going tight around, her hand gripping his arm for a moment to just hold on. "Yes, right there, Andrew. Right there..." She can tell that he likes hearing his name, though she's trying not to overuse it.

She runs her hand down over his chest, rolling her thumb over his nipple as she pulls back her head enough to rest their foreheads together. She wants to see his eyes, the focused look in them, and feel his breath against her lips, weaving them more tightly together.

He can't help it, oh he can't help it, he quickens again, snapping into her harder and meeting her gaze, though their faces are so close together it causes her eyes to merge in his vision. He wants this to be like this but he doesn't want to hurt her, doesn't want to cause her discomfort. At the first sign she can't handle the pace he's set he'll stop and reset things.

A little harder is good at first, but the pressure on the curve of her back is too much, enough to make it twinge warningly. Maybe she could just push through it, but she knows North wouldn't want her to. So she takes an unsteady breath, hand coming up to stroke his hair. "Shh," she murmurs. "Shh. Slower, baby. A little slower."

She focuses everything on him, her gaze fixed on his. It would be easy, to hate herself in this moment, hate her injury, but she doesn't want to. She desperately wants this to just be about them, about being together and loving each other and for it to be all right.

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