An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Female Amell/Cullen Rutherford
Characters: Cullen Rutherford, Female Amell (Dragon Age), Solona Amell
Additional Tags: Cullen Week 2021, Day 4: Thirst, Lemon, Introspection, Enemies to Lovers, Drabble, Song Cover, Jaymes Young - Freeform, don't you know, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Your Arms Feel Like Home
Series: Part 4 of Perseverance - Cullen Week 2021
Summary:
She crashed into his life with all the grace of a runaway wrecking ball. She pushes his buttons, needles him and draws his demons straight to the surface.
Why does that make him feel so alive?
Accompaniment Cover: Don't You Know by Jaymes Young, recorded by dismalzelenka
Alfonse’s birthday awaits, and his wish is to lay just lay in bed with you.
Your eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times as you greeted a new morning. The rising sun peeked through your window, illuminating the room rather beautifully. A hot summer day awaited you later on, but for now, there was a comfortably warm air flowing through the room. As you were taking it all in, you felt a pair of strong arms pulling you in closer. You turned your head to find Alfonse still sound asleep, giggling at the rare instance that you were awake before him.
Although, he did have you to thank for that. The previous night was the eve of his birthday, and with that came many hours of passionate intimacy as an early present. All of your clothes, as well as all of his, were still scattered across the floor, the articles thrown in various places in the midst of last night’s heated frenzy.
A small blush rose to your cheeks as you recalled the events, from the two of you rushing to get to the door to you shoving him against a wall as your lips crashed together feverishly. The delightful sounds you both made as you explored each other upon stripping away every layer that was in the way. How you found each other trembling numerous times throughout the night with each climax that coursed through your veins. It wasn’t your first time together by any means, but that didn’t make it any less gratifying.
“Mmmrph…. love…?” You heard him mumble, his eyes fluttering open after a few moments. You turned your body to face his, a warm smile painted on your face.
“Good morning, handsome.” You whispered in response, caressing his face with one hand and giving him a sweet peck on the tip of his nose. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you.” He smiled, the sight of which made your heart swell with joy. In the time you knew him, you saw him go through his fair share of struggles, so any time he showed happiness, it made you happy as well.
There was a comfortable silence between the two of you shortly after awakening. You used that silence to study how effortlessly exquisite he looked laying beside you. The way the sun seemed to emphasize how beautiful he truly was, inside and out. Goosebumps trailed across your skin as he ran his fingers along the small of your back, taking in your own beauty.
“We have the entire day to ourselves, so what do you want to do?” You broke the silence to ask him. You leaned in closer to the prince, the tip of your finger trailing down his arm as you gave a flirtatious smirk. “If you’d like, we could pick up where we left off last night. We are both still naked, after all.”
“That would be nice… later on.” Alfonse softly replied. “For now, all I want is for us to relax in each other’s arms.”
“As you wish,my prince.” You warmly smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his torso.
The prince pulled you closer into his embrace, tenderly pressing his lips to your forehead. You let out a content sigh, resting a hand on his chest as you nuzzled your face against the crook of his neck. There was something so intimate about having your skin against his in a non-sexual manner, and it was truly amazing to feel so close to him. That comfortable silence returned, the only sound you could hear being Alfonse’s heartbeat as well as your own, and you couldn’t think of a better way to greet the morning of such a special day for him.
“I love you… and I’m ever so grateful to share this day with you.” Alfonse whispered, stroking your shoulder with his thumb.
“Of course.” You warmly replied, looking up at him. “I love you too, birthday boy.”
Seras comes across Walter one evening staring at a silver locket and asks him about it. He reveals a time in his past when he wasn’t a lonely man.
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When Seras didn’t see the elderly man attending to Integra as he usually did, she went looking for him, a little concerned. She found him in his room, looking at something in his hand, a forlorn, yet loving expression on his face.
“Walter?”
He started and looked up, his silvery-blue eyes oddly glazed, before he blinked and they cleared. He straightened up, closing his hands around the object in his hands.
“Yes, Lady Seras? Am I needed?” he asked. She shook her head.
“No, I was just wondering if you were alright.”
He gave her a kindly smile, “I’m perfectly fine. Just lost in old memories.”
Seras stepped into the room curiously. “But you looked sad.”
Walter gave a soft chuckle and he opened his hands again to look down at the object in them. Seras saw it was a locket, simple and oval shaped and a tarnished silver.
“I feel sad every time I open this locket. But I also feel so happy remembering….” He trailed off.
“Remembering…what?” she asked softly, curiously. He smiled and held the locket out to her. Surprised, Seras took it, looking inside it. Inside the locket was an old, yellowed picture of a young man and a woman. Seras quickly figured out that the man was Walter, about forty years younger, his black hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and his silvery eyes smiling up at her. The young woman he held so tenderly in his arms was smiling up at her as well, her eyes seeming to sparkle with humor and mischievousness.
“Who’s this?” she asked. “She’s pretty.”
“She was my wife.”
Seras looked up in surprise. Walter had a wife? This was news.
“That…was the last picture taken before she was killed,” he said softly. “She was four months pregnant with our first child.”
“I’m…I’m so sorry, Walter,” Seras said softly. “You must have loved her a great deal.”
“I did. She was my everything. When she died, I lost something inside of me as well,” he said, taking the locket back.
“How did you meet?” she asked. Walter smiled and chuckled.
“Believe it or not, it was around the time I joined the Hellsing Organization. I was fourteen and she was four years younger than me,” he smiled. “She was the daughter of the head maid. Such a sassy little brat she was.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. The first time we met, I ended up arguing with her for an hour straight. Of course I felt silly afterwards, arguing with a ten year old, but what can you do?” he laughed.
“So…when did you two start dating?” Seras asked, smiling as she watched the old man.
“Oh, we didn’t start dating until she was twenty. She hated my guts growing up, couldn’t stand me. Probably because I teased her something terrible. She had left when she was fifteen to deal with problems with her father. She came back when she was eighteen and she had definitely grown up quite a bit,” Walter chuckled. “Of course, being a young man, I didn’t think too much on anything but how attractive she was. I actually didn’t recognize her, at first, until after I had started flirting with her. She told me she’d rather suck on a toad than to even consider going out with me and that’s when I knew who she was.”
“You must have been mortified.”
“Not really. Actually, I found it most amusing. I started to pursue her after that. I thought she was a saucy, sexy kitten that I wanted to….well, in any case, those thoughts changed to something more intimate over the two years of trying to get her to go out with me,” Walter smiled in memory.
“What made her change her mind?” Seras asked.
“I saved her life.”
“She went out with you because you saved her life?” Seras asked, bewildered.
“Well, it was more of the circumstances following saving her life that had her agreeing to a date, but yes. She seemed to have had it in her head that I was just teasing her and really didn’t care about her. She had been attacked by some of Millenium’s vampires while out on an errand and I barely got to her in time…”
She honestly didn’t know why they hadn’t sent out Walter to do these ridiculous errands. She wasn’t even a maid, she was a secretary, and a barely able one at that. She gave a huff of annoyance, shifting her grip on the bag in her arms.
“Stupid Walter! Just because he’s Master Hellsing’s favorite, I swear…” (Y/n)) muttered. Yeah, she was bitching because she didn’t want to do errands. It made her feel better.
(Y/n) sighed and turned down the dimly lit street that led to the bank. She was to drop off the last letter to the bank, then she could go back home. She made a face. Back home to that irritating man.
A low groan made her pause in surprise. Was there someone else out here? She looked around curiously, wondering where that noise had come from. “Hello? Is someone there?” she called out, hugging the bag against her chest. The low groan that answered sent chills down her spine.
(Y/n) turned, Master Hellsing would have to send out the letter in the morning. Whatever it was that was making that noise, she didn’t want to meet it.
A hand grabbed her shoulder suddenly, making her scream in surprise and drop the bag, turning to find the grey, dead face of a ghoul. She knew what it was, everyone that worked in the Hellsing Organization had to know. However, (Y/n) was not a fighter and she did not carry weapons on her.
She shoved at the ghoul, knocking it back and she turned to run. She was horrified to find that there were more behind her, looking hungry and eager. (Y/n) was surrounded and unarmed.
“Help! Somebody!” she shouted, backing up against the wall of the building she was beside, flinching when a ghoul reached out to grab her.
The ghoul’s arm seemed to explode and blood splattered on her white blouse, making her gasp.
“You ghouls truly don’t know any better, do you?” a familiar, smooth voice came from the shadows and she saw the glint of a monocle in the growing darkness.
“W-Walter!”
“Hello, Kitten. I have to ask that you not move. I don’t want to get you entangled in my wires,” he said, as calm as you please. (Y/n) took note of the warning and she stayed pressed against the wall, watching at Walter sliced through the ghouls easily with his wires. She finally felt sick to her stomach and shut her eyes, listening to the blood splash as it hit the pavement and other bodies.
It grew silent and she hesitantly opened her eyes, jumping when she saw Walter standing right in front of her.
“You’ve certainly seen better nights,” he mused, reaching up to brush back a piece of hair from her forehead. “I told the Master it wasn’t safe to send you without me or Alucard.”
(Y/n) said nothing. For once, she agreed with him and, while that annoyed her, she was actually quite glad that Walter was there for once. It was comforting to have such a familiar face there.
“…(Y/n)? Are you alright?” Walter asked, his brows furrowing in concern. She shook her head and surprised the young man by wrapping her arms around his torso. “Kitten?”
“…I was scared…I thought I was by myself…I thought they were going to…” she trailed off with a whimper. Walter’s surprised expression softened and he wrapped his arms around her, offering her protection and comfort.
“I won’t let anything like that happen to you, (Y/n). You’re safe, I promise,” he murmured.
“….you really promise?” she asked, lifting her head to look up at him and Walter saw, for the first time, the vulnerable girl that she really was. He reached up and stroked her cheek softly.
“Yes. I really promise.”
It was mostly quiet as they walked home, the bag (Y/n) had dropped having been salvaged after the attack and in her arms again. She glanced at Walter from the corner of her eye, taking in his tall appearance. She had to admit to herself, Water really was quite handsome and she had secretly always thought so.
She quietly thought this, and the event that just happened, over in her mind, before she hesitantly said, “Hey Walter?”
“Mm?” He hummed, letting her know she had his attention.
“That…offer for dinner tonight….is it still open?”
“…two years after we started dating, we were married,” Walter said.
“Only two years? After all that time of not being able to stand you?” Seras exclaimed, a little amazed. He chuckled good-naturedly.
“Oh, I found out that she really had a crush on me the entire time. She just hadn’t cared for my egotistical attitude. My Kitten….she was something special,” he said with a sad smile. “She gave unconditional love and only ever expected that in return.”
“…how long were you two married?”
“Ten years,” he smiled brightly.
“It took ten years for her to get pregnant?” Seras asked, raising a brow.
“No, the idjits were too busy with Hellsing to think too much about a kid.”
Both Walter and Seras jumped in surprise.
“Alucard, that’s not a very nice thing to do,” Walter scolded as Alucard smirked from his position against the far wall. “Eavesdropping is quite rude.”
“My apologies. I heard you were talking about Kitten, so I was curious.”
“Oh, you knew her too, Master?” Seras smiled.
“Knew her? Yeah, who didn’t? She was a spitfire when pissed and boy was it fun to tick her off,” he laughed. Walter shook his head.
“You know she hated being teased.”
“Which was why I did it.”
“And Sam got onto you for it every time.”
Alucard gave a genuine smile at the mention of his previously long-lost mate.
“Yeah, now there’s a hellcat.”
“Even Sam knew her?”
“Sam and (Y/n) were best friends,” Alucard smiled. “It was hard to separate the two of them, really.”
“I usually kept her from getting into trouble,” Sam’s voice echoed from the doorway. “She was such a mouthy little witch, it’s amazing that Master Hellsing let her stay before you two were married.”
“Witch?” Seras questioned. “That’s not a very nice thing to call your friend.”
The other three chuckled.
“No, no. (Y/n) was an actual witch,” Alucard chuckled. “I believe another term was Wicca, though her magic was much stronger than that.”
“Oh…you never mentioned that, Walter!”
“It was never brought up. She was never a fighter and she refused to use her abilities. (Y/n) didn’t care about being a witch, she just found it more a nuisance than anything,” Walter said. “(Y/n) only ever used her magic to heal. She was too gentle to use it against someone else.”
“Huh…so, moving on, why did you wait ten years to try to have a child?” Seras asked.
“Alucard somewhat summed it up. We were honestly very busy with the organization, it never really crossed our mind. And then out of nowhere, (Y/n) just tells me she wants to have a child and…well, a few months later, we found out she was pregnant,” Walter smiled warmly.
“He’ll never admit it, but during those few months, they were going at it like rabbits,” Alucard grinned, making Seras blush.
“Honestly, must you be so crude?” Walter scowled. “Well…at least I could say I made sure my woman was very, very satisfied.”
“Way too much information, Walter!” Seras whined, making him laugh as another memory flashed through his mind.
A breathy giggle echoed in the dimly lit room, followed by a deep, masculine chuckle. Two figures shifted underneath the covers of the large bed. The larger figure ducked out of sight underneath the blankets and a moment later the woman gasped and jolted.
“W-Walter! Ah!” she moaned, fisting the sheets as her husband’s wicked tongue laved at her sensitive pearl. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her and she moaned again.
“You sound so sweet like this, my lovely,” he purred, nipping at her thigh before he crawled over her to give her a searing kiss. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close as she kissed him back eagerly.
She groaned as he slid into her, pushing deep and rubbing sensitive nerve endings. She moaned his name breathlessly, rocking her hips in time to his slow, but powerful thrusts. His hands trailed along her body, stroking sensitive areas he knew would make her cry out and clench around him.
It didn’t take much to have her arching and climaxing with a breathless cry and Walter groaned, moving faster and harder into her, desperate to orgasm as well.
When (Y/n) climaxed again, Walter gave a deep groan and his back arched, his orgasm nearly knocking him breathless.
Walter smiled a little bit. He missed touching her soft skin and her sweet scent.
“Walter?”
“Hm? Sorry, lost in thought again,” he chuckled.
Seras smiled a little, “Understandable.”
“We were so happy. I was going to be a father, (Y/n) a mother!”
“…but….?”
“…but it wasn’t meant to be,” he murmured, his smile dying. He looked at the photo of his wife and himself, his hands resting on the tiny swell of her stomach. “Millennium found out that she was a witch. They wanted to use her, or experiment on her, I don’t really remember. They attacked her while she was out on an errand….they didn’t even care that she was pregnant.”
Walter’s lip trembled a little.
“She was so scared….they had her tied to a post when we got there. A witch’s weakness is fire and they somehow knew that. She looked so glad and relieved when she saw me, and I thought, ‘It’s going to be alright, they’re going to be just fine,’ and I freed her with my wires because I couldn’t get close enough yet….the one that captured her…I can’t think of his name, but his face haunts me still…he caught her as she ran to me…and ran her through with his sword twice. Once, through her lower stomach…and once through her chest.”
She had such a look of relief on her face as she ran towards him, Walter turned to embrace her when the Captain running the operation grabbed her. He turned her around to face him and Walter heard the sickening sound of a blade being shoved through flesh. He watched in horror as the sword tip pushed through her lower back, having entered from her lower stomach, where her womb was, before it was yanked out. She looked at the Captain, pleading desperately, but he had only laughed and ran her through again, this time through her chest.
Walter didn’t even realize it was his scream of rage and horror that echoed around them as he charged towards them, wrapping his wires around the Captain in a few short movements. (Y/n) fell as the Captain was yanked away, torn to shreds by the wires in a shower of blood. Walter didn’t care if the creature was still alive or not, he was focused on (Y/n), skidding in her blood as he stopped beside her, kneeling down to carefully take her in his arms.
She was still alive, but barely, her lovely dark eyes barely glittering as she looked at him. She gave him a soft, but weak smile.
“It…doesn’t…hurt…” she whispered. Walter felt hot tears start to fall down his cheeks. “I don’t…I don’t think the baby felt anything, either….it’s okay….”
“No, (Y/n)….no, you can’t do this to me…” he whimpered.
“Shh…” She reached up and cupped his cheek, stroking it gently. “I love you, Walter.”
“I love you. Please don’t leave me.”
“….please kiss me,” she murmured. “Please, love.”
Walter swallowed a sob as he leaned down to kiss his wife one last time. He felt it when her heartbeat stopped and her last breath left her lungs and he pulled from the kiss to hold her still body against his chest, rocking back and forth as he let out a cry of anguish.
Walter looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Sam stood beside him, her expression sad as she looked at him. He realized his cheeks were wet; he had been crying.
“She would have wanted you to move on, Walter. And you’ve done so beautifully,” she murmured. “(Y/n) was happiest with you, and it would have made her so glad to know you continued to live.”
“….it still hurts….knowing she’s not here with me….” He whispered. Sam sat down and hugged him, Seras joining the hug.
“I know,” Sam said softly. “But…you’ll continue on, Old man. Until Millennium is gone, right?”
Walter was quiet for a moment, and he felt the slightest tinge of guilt, before he looked up at her and gave a small smile.
I wrote this a while ago and had it posted on Ghosts of the Vanguard and DeviantArt, but finally decided to post it on Tumblr. Walter is my sugar daddy, yo. Traitorous ass or not, I loves him.
Launch constantly falls back on what she knows best to get what she wants. The means: Sticking a gun some poor saps face. The want: Tien Shinhan. How will Tien react? Will he comply with Launch? Mild Lemons ahead. TienxLaunch. #PlayfulTien
A/N: Playful Tien and Blonde Launch mild lemon, with some story/plot/headcanon development mixed in. I'm not sure of my, uh, lemon making skills, but people seemed to like my last one. So, here's a swing with a ship I think is underappreciated in the fandom.
I don't own DBZ.
Launch was pretty used to getting what she wanted.
Usually through waiving a firearm of some sort about and loudly demanding what was desired.
It didn't matter if it was money, jewels, capsuled items, or space between her and lecherous old men who refuse to keep their goddamn mitts to themselves. Launch usually walked away with her heart's desire.
Then along came Tien Shinhan.
The man's bit of conundrum, given her experience.
He completely no-sold her attempts to woo him in classic Launch-fashion.
Waving a fire arm around and demanding a courtship.
Eventually that demand for courtship became something more and further demands. Which Tien gladly acquiesced.
But old habits die hard.
He said simply once, as he smiled that barely comprehensible smile that was hers alone. "You can just ask, you know."
It's not that she didn't know that. It's just that for her a simple ask is like using a muscle that doesn't get much use. It's so much easier for her to demand.
Though if she were honest with herself, she'd realize she never once pointed the business end of a weapon of any kind in his direction.
And she never would.
She loved him.
But certain demands were…let say more embarrassing to call for than others.
But here she stands, waiting for her boyfriend to complete his shower after his morning exercises, trusty Uzi at the ready. Ready to fall back on the old habit that got her by for years.
It sent Chiaotzu running not even ten minutes ago, so it's not like it's lost its luster, right?
Right?
"Launch?" Asked Tien, "What's up?" He continued as he toweled himself off, naked as the day he was born.
She mumbled under her breath, blush staining her face as she gestured indecisively with the Uzi; being sure not to point it in his direction.
"What was that?" He asked, Launch's smile spreading across his face; smart to what his lover was playing at.
She then glares at him, staring right into his eyes. A blush is still evident on her face, but it portrays a look of one not in the mood to play. "Come here!" She says with a hint of seriousness.
Tien throws away the towel he was using, and approaches Launch.
He tilts his head teasingly and places his hands on his hips after he got within arm's reach of her.
"I'm here," he says, smile still plastered on his face as leans slightly forward invading her personal space.
Launch's gaze breaks from his eyes, her eyes traveling lower.
And lower.
And lower.
Lower.
She physically flinches jumping back, averting her eyes as she backs away eventually colliding with a wall.
Tien can't help but giggle to himself as he closes the distance once more.
In her face once again, he takes her free hand in his, and takes her chin his other hand tilting it up him. "Here I am, and you didn't even have to ask this time," he utters as he closes the distance between them, colliding in a fervid kiss.
Launch then takes the hand that was intertwined with hers, leading it to her exposed waist. Taking the hint, Tien takes hold of Launch's waist as his other hand leaves her chin going to her waist as well pulling her flush against him. She responds in kind wrapping her arms behind Tien's neck, Uzi still in her clutches.
Their kissing intensifies, tongues battling one another for dominance.
Large, strong, callused hands begin to make their up her soft, taut body eventually finding their way up to the generous swell of her breasts.
He gives her mounds several squeezes, alternating between that and teasing the blonde's nipples. His actions elicit several moans from Launch, as they continue to kiss.
They finally break the kiss, to breath.
Launch is panting, her eyes filled with want for the martial artist.
He then moves his hands to bottom edge of her lime green top, with intentions of removing it.
Tien's hands then travel lower, grabbing the bottoms her thighs; lifting her up by her legs, wrapping them around his waist.
Not missing a beat, he begins to kiss, bite and suck his way around her neck as her carries her to the nearby bed.
He softy deposits her the on made up bed, moving immediately to remove her lime green shorts and black panties.
Now completely exposed to him, she refuses to lay eyes on him embarrassed by both of their nudity.
Before she knows it, she realizes Tien's face hovering above her. Flashing once more that smile meant only for her, before goes back in for another kiss.
He breaks the kiss. "Sit up," he requests of her.
Complying, she sits up. Tien moving behind her, his chest, stomach and other parts of himself pressed against her.
Before she can get embarrassed about what plentiful parts are pushed up to her, Tien busies himself.
Hip lips kissing her neck, left hand squeezing her breasts and nipples alternating between each one and his right has found its way to her woman hood.
He slowly circling her clitoris with his middle finger, as he continues his ministrations on the other erogenous zones of her body.
He's so strong. Ridiculously so. She thinks as he continues to strum her body as a skilled musician would an instrument. I've seen him tear solid boulders asunder with one punch, yet when he touches me, he handles me so delicately. It almost seems he's hardly touching me at all.
His left hand abandons her breasts as he introduces two fingers on that hand inside of her; the speed and intensity on her clit increasing.
She takes a sharp intake of breath, before she mashes her lips onto Tien's in another passionate kiss.
Breaking it, she looks dead into his eyes, saying, "Just like that, Tien."
OK. Maybe hardly isn't the right word.
She's close, so close to the edge.
Almost…
Tien comes to dead stop. The pleasure he built up slipping away from her.
A frustrated Launch locks eyes with Tien once more.
If looks could kill…
He giggles at the woman's angry look, burying his face her hair in a vain attempt to cover his laughing.
"What the hell Shinhan!?"
"Lose it." He replies simply, mirth still dancing in his eyes.
"What?" She replies confused.
"The gun, lose it."
"After what you just pulled, you're lucky I don't turn it on you. Plug you a few times. How'd like that, huh?"
Tien shoot her that smile one last time, "OK, let's have it your way." He says, switching positions so quick, she didn't realize what happened until his manhood is just barely kissing her entrance.
"One more chance."
"You're giving me what I want anyway. I think I'll keep it."
Tien shrugs his shoulders uncaringly, right before he penetrates her womanhood.
He continues to thrust into her. Hard, yet torturously slow. The head of his cock hitting the deepest parts of her at the height of each pump.
She hates it when he does this yet can't help but find pleasure in the slow way he makes love to her.
It's not before long that her walls begin to squeeze him tightly, an indication of her reaching her climax once more. "Come on Launch, already?" He asks teasingly, thrusting once more bringing her even closer to a finish.
She's biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood, as she's trying to not give him the satisfaction.
One more thrust brings over the absolute edge, "Mhmmmm…" she moans into his neck. Again, not wanting to see him get his way, despite her body betraying her in the most delicious of ways.
Still holding on to her beau, lifts her hips off of his, separating her from him.
"I've still" -pant- "got my" -pant- "gun." She declares through hard breaths, smiling dumbly still riding the high of her orgasm.
Tien responds by humming nonchalantly, raising her hips over his member once. "Do you think last just one more time?"
Trying to hide her excitement from him, she responds casually, "You think you can…ahhhh" she trails off as teases her with just the head.
"You were saying?"
"I…just fuck me Tien."
"That's my girl."
The Uzi falls from her hand, bouncing off the bed, and clattering uselessly to the floor of the bedroom as Tien penetrated her completely. She'll need two hands to pull him as close as possible to her two her. Two hands to feel the peaks and valleys of hard muscle on her man.
Though not as hard as...
"Uh, uh, ah...!"
Her train of thought is interrupted as Tien begins to thrust into her, his pace more urgent than it was before.
She feels his head swell before long, as her walls tighten around him once more.
"Launch, I'm…"
"Yes Tien! Fucking cum inside me!" She as she orgasms again, Tien not long after.
Tien scoots to the head of the bed, Launch in tow, as they're still connected at the hips. He lies down Launch on top of his chest. Basking in the after glow of their love making, small caresses being exchanged between the two, Tien asks, "I think you like it complicated, refusing to give up your gun 'til the bitter end," he says to his love.
"What can I say? It got me what wanted thus far, and considering you cave every single time, why should I change now?"
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