It is so hard to get rid of the smut in these. The last chapter is going to be ridiculous to write since it's supposed to be smut. Maybe I can use poetic devices, but I don't want to sound like a cheap romance novel that uses the words 'manhood', 'member', and 'entrance.' Too many similes can cheapen an otherwise genuine story. I hope my work hasn't turned out like that.

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Sam cuddled Sybil on the bed. Just touching her made his heart swell. When they were together like this, it reminded him that she was real.

"Hey Sybil, you've been oddly tolerant of me. Are you sick of it by now?"

"Not really."

"How much is not really?"

"Is this percentage wise or rate of increase? If you're talking on average, then I'm happy to be here for you. However there are times when I have spikes of impatience. I'm getting better at restraining myself though. If I focus on you then it gets easier. It was really scary touching you for the first time, but I liked doing it. There was this sparkle hidden in your eyes. It was like you were letting me touch your heart too."

Sam blushed. Sybil twirled her fingers in his hair.

"I want to see that again. Will you let me?"

"I um… okay," Sam said embarrassed.

"Do you mean it? You're not afraid?"

Sam made an indecisive sound.

"I am scared but I think I can handle it," he gave her a soft look. "You're always so gentle…"

Sam sat on the bed, shivering all over. He was tense, nervous, and maybe a little optimistic. Sybil pressed her body against his side so he could easily guide her and she could see his face closely. She gently slid her hand down his chest and stopped at the location on his stomach where he had set his limit before. She copied the movements in the places he said she could touch without his help.

"Is that right?

"Yes it is," Sam said unsteadily.

He met her eyes and kissed her cheek. Sybil leaned her head on his shoulder. She took Sam's hand. He guided her to touch him. He started to tremble as he let go. She stayed completely still. It was odd. Just touching him made her happy. She never felt like this with any of her previous boyfriends.

Sam moved so she could reach him better, but flinched when her hand shifted. Sybil grinned.

"That didn't seriously hurt did it? I barely did anything." Sybil teased.

"No… it just… nevermind."

"If you show me what I should do, I'll copy you."

Sam grabbed her hand and removed it. He placed it firmly on his stomach and held it there.

"Not… not yet. I just need to calm down."

"What helps you relax?"

Sam kissed her forehead.

"You do."

Sybil blushed and kissed his lips. They were tense but she didn't mind. His words sounded so genuine. She had wanted to believe words like that her whole life. In the aristocracy, everyone gave her complements that never meant anything, but Sam was different. He spoke so candidly as if he didn't care who he was talking to or how important they were. It was just one of the many things she loved about him.

"Now that I think about it," said Sam, "it does sound a bit contradictory."

Sybil smiled and hugged his shoulders. She looked into his eyes and saw that sparkle she had been waiting for. Sam lay flat on the bed and pulled her down beside him.

"If I let you touch me by yourself, do you promise to not hurt me?"

"I promise to be careful. But what if I make a mistake? Will you forgive me?"

"I think so… I don't know."

"Then I'll be extra careful."

Sybil looked into Sam's eyes as she passed her hand further down his stomach. She paused at the boundary he had set. Sam flinched, knowing what would happen next. After a few seconds, he nodded and let her continue. She smiled lovingly.

"This makes me so happy, Sam."

"What? Why?" he asked. He started shaking as she got closer.

"I want you to trust me. Letting me do this on my own brings me closer to you. I like being close to you. I love you."

"Say that again," Sam said, smiling brightly.

"I love you, Sam."

He kissed her gently and kept his face close to hers.

"Go," he said.

Sybil could feel his breath on her lips when he spoke. She watched his eyes sparkle as she touched him. She was delicate and slow, trying to remember everything about him. Every so often he would start shaking again. At these times she would stop moving until he nodded to her. She smiled at how much he was trusting her.

Sam made a conscious effort to release the tension in his muscles. She was touching him so gently. He focused completely on her movements. Sybil's fingers were seriously distracting.

"That feels nice," said Sam. "Will you maybe keep going?"

She kissed him and felt his breath catch. It made her want to see more. She wanted to see the pleasure on his face and find out what kinds of sounds he would make. She discretely increased the pressure and speed of her hand. His breaths quickened in result. Sybil locked her eyes on him. She imagined what his face would look like if he came. She moved more intently.

"Wait. You've got to… to stop," Sam panted even though his body obviously thought otherwise. "Don't do this… Oh but it feels amazing!"

Sam's moment of indecision made Sybil cautious. She let him go. He moved away from her fingers and sat up on the bed trying to steady himself.

"Thanks," he said. "Sorry, I got carried away. It's getting harder to stop myself around you." He looked at her genuinely ashamed of himself. "It can't just be me. That's not right."

"What if I want it to be just you?"

Sam looked at her incredulously. The idea was inconceivable to him.

"But it's not supposed to—"

Sybil kissed him and cut his words short.

"I can choose to do it this way just like that woman chose not to. I want to watch you enjoy it knowing that I'm the one making you feel this way. I want to play with you and show you I am better than her because I can do it right."

"No, I don't want you to, I mean, you don't have to…" Sam's words came out way too quickly. "It's just that, I'll be too far ahead of you. I'll come before you and I won't be able to continue and you'll be mad because I'm already causing problems and you shouldn't lose a chance because this is our honeymoon and you're supposed to have more than this but I'm being such a coward that I can't give you what you want and if I come now then I won't be able to do it again for a while and there's a limit to the amount of days the honeymoon is so if I take one all for myself then I'm cheating you out of an important part of why we're here to begin with!"

Sybil burst out laughing. She tackled Sam and rolled on top of him. Her laughter made her boobs jiggle tantalizingly.

"You're right. The honeymoon isn't long enough. It's too bad you have so much work you need to do after we get home. Now that you've retired your schedule is too jam packed for you to have sex with me. If only we had some money set aside so we could stay here longer."

Sam glared at her.

"You didn't have to say it like that."

"How about you get on your knees and let me have some fun. I'll have you make it up to me next time if it's so important to you."

"No!" he said breathlessly as horrible memories flashed through his head.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Could you lie on your back? I want you to feel comfortable."

It was true but it definitely wasn't the only reason. Sybil had seen Sam's face and now she wanted more. She wanted to see all of the different faces that he would never let himself show to other people. She wanted to know about his immediate responses instead of the ones that show only after thinking about them. Maybe Sam could sense her ulterior motives or maybe he couldn't but he lay down anyway.

He blushed vibrantly as she moved. It was astounding what she could do with just her hands.

"I want to see you come, Sam."

"Wait! No! Um… maybe… not yet," he said indecisively. "I need to remember this."

"Huh?"

"I'm making nice memories to put beside my old ones."

"So they cancel each other out?" Sybil guessed.

"Not really. They're both still there, but it's more like they're connected. It's hard to explain. It's like a balance scale, but not anything like a balance scale because metaphors just don't cut it in this situation."

"So is that a good thing?"

"I'm not sure, but it's not bad… I think."

"Maybe I should keep going."

Sam tried to think for a moment, but his lower half was being extremely loud. He looked into her eyes and saw the love that was inexplicably aimed at him. He gave her a small smile and decided to let her love him.

"I think that will be a heavy memory to add to the good side of my insufficient metaphor."

Sybil showed him a playful smile that eclipsed all his fears. She kissed him passionately. Sam welcomed her inside and obediently surrendered his mouth to her. It was only her tongue, but still the sensation of having her inside him was intoxicating. Sam focused entirely on his wife. The anticipation was killing him. Her hands stopped touching him and once again the fear returned.

"Please don't leave me like this," he begged.

"What do you think I'll do, just get up and walk away?" said Sybil sarcastically.

Sam swallowed hard suddenly uncertain. The woman from his memories had often stopped him from being satisfied. The thought made him shiver. His face fell and he looked away from Sybil. She leaned forward, tilted his head, and kissed him. Her lips were warm and loving.

"I just needed to find the jar," Sybil said. "It was hiding under a pillow." She dipped her fingers inside to make things smoother. "No matter what, I will never walk away from you."

Sam moaned as her slick hands rubbed him with just the right amount of pressure. It was the feeling that he wanted but didn't get back then. This was how it should have gone. This time it was right simply because Sybil was the one doing it.

It can't just be me though.

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Originally I had a scene where Sybil inspected the damage to Sam's asshole. It was a remnant of "Past the Dark" after I split it off and uploaded it to another account.

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