Finding safety in someone similar to yourself was far easier than trying to pretend you were normal. A reason Elijah found Dinah easy to be around. It was silent suffering that took over. Some nights he would wake up from the nightmares that plagued him. A combination of memories of the awful things he did, to the awful things his mother did to him. It was difficult to overcome the torture his own mother placed upon him. He couldn’t quite handle things as well as his siblings despite the exterior he put forth.
He saw something similar to himself in her. He didn’t need to know. If Dinah chose to share he would listen, but there was nothing that made him wish to pry. They were not together to share personal feelings. Elijah enjoyed her company certainly, but there was no expectation. Along with the enjoyment of the sex they shared, he enjoyed being around her. How long it would last was something that anyone could guess.
Most of the time he found himself being the one to take control. That just was not the case when it came to Dinah. She was on top and he loved watching her fucking herself on his cock. She took what he wanted and he was just there for the ride. There was pleasure in it for him, too, of course, but she knew what she wanted. The addition of her playing with her clit did nothing to help him. He arched himself up into her, harder, faster, trying to earn more of those delicious moans that came from her.
“You’re right.” He breathed, leaning forward so his mouth could her breast the attention it deserved, drawing it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the hardened peak.
He kept nightmares away. Perhaps it was the way he exaughsted her so thoroughly, or maybe it had to do with how satisfied and relaxed he was. Or the warmth against her back. Sure, he wasn’t very warm. Just a little cooler than a human, but he still gave off a heat that came from the blood pumping through his veins. He let her curl up against his chest and listen to the beat of his heart.
Everytime he spent the night, where neither left after they finished, she didn’t have a nightmare and Butters would keep to Thomas’s nursery. He made her feel warm. Safe. And certainly wanted. Not for keeping someone else safe, but because he wanted her company. The evidence of just how much he wanted her was buried inside of her. She bit her lip and grinned down at him as she kept riding him, still rubbing furiously at her clit.
And the way he just pistoned his hips up to slam into her’s. Her teeth released her lip and she let out a string of swears. Her walls fluttering around him tellingly. She was going to come soon. When he sat up, she grabbed the back of his neck and held him there, her nails biting into his skin. Just grabbing for his hair as she rode and ground against him. Her toes curled before she jerked his head up to press her mouth to his.
Moaning into his mouth and fisting his hair, “I’m usually right.” She smirked against his lips.
