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Okay so two things before you go on, one this is my first attempt at writing something... lemony, so forgive what I'm sure is some awkward writing. And two this chapter is actually based off a poem by E.E. Cummings, and anyone who knows his work will understand why some of the wording in this chapter might seem a little strange.

"What are you thinking?" Siegfried's voice was hushed, almost husky as the words slipped from his lips along with the breath that warmed the shell of Jeanne's ear.

Lifting her face from his shoulder, Jeanne backed away just enough to look into his tanned face. The two of them were tangled together, arms and legs and hips and thighs and chests and lips, all pressing together with a feverish need to feel the other. There was a mutual feeling between the saint and the dragon that they could have melted into each other like snow onto wet grass and it still wouldn't have been enough.

In life she had been known as Jeanne la pucelle, Jeanne the maid. She had been a holy maiden, devoted body and soul to her god given mission, it had left no room for doubt or wanting. And she supposed that's what this was, for the first time in her life (was this still life?) she was allowed to think about herself, and ask what she wanted. And as she stared into those beautiful blue eyes, the need to put all that into eloquent wording fell away, they were far past the point of blushes and nerves.

"I like my body when it is with your body." She told him.

It is so quite new a thing, she thought, liking her body. The things her body could do, they way it felt when joined with another, muscles better and nerves more.

"I like your body." Siegfried told her, shifting her in the cradle of his lap so that she was holding his hips between her thighs. "I like what it does, I like its hows. I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones," He moved one broad hand around to her lower back and trailed his fingers up the column of the body part he'd just named, dipping his head down towards her neck, "and the trembling -firm-smoothness and which i will again and again and again," he punctuated each 'again' with a press of his lips against her jugular, "kiss."

"I like kissing this and that of you," Jeanne panted, her core temperature rising, "I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur." She fisted her hands into a mane of silver hair.

"And what-is-it comes," Siegfried's speech was picking up the pace, matching the speed of their movements "over parting flesh…"

There was a swell of sensation, two voices cried out, and then they were both falling from a high, holding onto each other as they basked in the after glow.

"And eyes big love-crumbs." Jeanne giggled, tracing the shape of Siegfried's eyes with the very tip of her finger, to drunk on euphoria to think of a proper sentence.

In her head what she said was, and possibly i like the thrill. Of under me you so quite new.