There was only so much someone could write on a page that described the feelings bubbling up within her as Heisenberg devoured her mouth with his. His hands didn't hold themselves back either, he was raking them along her body like she was about to disappear right underneath him, never to be seen again.

The books she read could never fully describe the way her flesh tingled, the way she wanted him to touch her more, the way his husky breaths on her lips made her shiver. He had begun the slow rotation of his hips between her thighs again, causing a wetness to start forming under her clothes.

After what felt like ages in a tumble of sheets, Circe heard Heisenberg's breath hitch as he pulled himself away, halting everything all together.

Circe frowned while managing to catch her breath, giving him a confused look. Her hands reached up to touch his face, but he took them in his instead, and pulled them to his mouth, brushing his lips across her knuckles.

"Almost forgot somethin'," he said, his eyes never wavering from hers.

"F-forgot what?" Many things were going on in her head just then. "There isn't...someone else?" Her voice was small.

Heisenberg reared his head back, a laugh rumbling from his chest. "No, you silly little thing," he laughed again, letting her hands go to take hold of her face. "You are the only one for me, Circe," he said seriously. "Don't you ever forget that. You understand me?"

She didn't flinch when he firmly grasped the bottom of her chin in his fingers, in fact, she leaned into it. If she didn't know she had fallen in love with him before, she sure as hell knew it now. It shined in her eyes as she looked up at him.

She didn't reply fast enough. "You didn't forget how to talk again, now did ya, sweetheart," he rasped lowly, grinding his hips between her legs suddenly. "You heard me right?" Another slow grind.

Circe gasped, her hands curling up the back of his shoulders. "N-no. Ah! Y-yes," her kind wouldn't work well enough to be able to tell which question to answer, so she answered both.

"I wanna hear you say it," his movements had become rhythmic again, and he lowered himself closer to her body, trailing his teeth and tongue up her throat. "You are the only one for me, Circe. Do you understand?"

She inhaled sharply, still losing herself. "I-I understand," she could feel his hand tracing down her throat, down past the curve of her breast. "I'm the only one for you, Karl, please."

He had not stopped his hips since the last time they started, now working her slowly, his fingers grazing the skin underneath the elastic band of her pajama pants. "Now tell me, while you're writhing beneath me, what am I to you?"

The emotions that were brought upon hearing that question were almost too much for Circe to handle. It nearly felt impossible for her to even think of the words to tell him exactly what he meant to her.

This man found her alone, broken in the woods. Fed her, clothed her, gave her a home, and gave her memories she never wanted to forget. There was so much she wanted to say in what felt like so little time, but she didn't want this to stop, she didn't want him to stop.

So she settled with a breathy, "Karl, you're everything to me," her hands found his face. "Everything."

Circe saw something change within Heisenberg, his hips even sputtered between her thighs, breaking rhythm. Before she could try and get him back on track, his mouth had taken over hers in one swift movement, and he pressed himself flush to her body.

The kiss was unforgiving, passionate, slow. His tongue laced with hers like it was supposed to be in her mouth, so she let it, fed it. He groaned and she had a visceral reaction to the sound, desperate for them to be closer somehow, desperate for him to make more noise.

He lifted away from her then, only a little, while he brushed away strands of hair that had fallen in her face. "You drive me absolutely crazy, you know that? You're driving me up a fuckin' wall."

Something sparked within Circe, and she had no idea where it had come from, but she leaned heavily into it, letting it take hold of her. She kept her eyes on his. "I want you to drive me up a fucking wall."

His lips were on hers instantly, like he couldn't control himself. "Oh, I'm gonna fucking worship you, Circe," his voice was a whispered promise in her ear when he broke away from her. "I want you to lie here and take it, sweetheart, let me do all the work. You've already done so much for me, you're doing so much for me," his mouth was trailing down her neck now, peppering kisses along her collarbone.

Her hand found his hair while she let out a sigh. If that was what he wanted, she would give it to him. "Take me. Take me, please, please, oh-"

One of his hands had made its way under her pajama pants, and a finger started grazing a very sensitive spot over her underwear. She could tell now that her wetness had seeped through the fabric, making her feel a sudden self-consciousness.

"Oh, fuck," he started rotating his finger in circles, continuing his kissing of her collarbone between words. "You're already this wet for me, sweetheart. You're being so good for me right now, you know, letting me make you feel so good," he bit down on her neck then, tugging at the skin.

Her reaction was instant. She let out an involuntarily loud moan, melting completely under him, her hand grasped onto his hair, and her back arched. For some reason, she hoped he left a mark.

He pushed her hips down, finally lifting off of her enough to be able to take her pants off. "I'm gonna have you making all kinds of sounds," the second he pulled her underwear up and down past her knees, his finger was massaging that spot again, making her whimper and he laughed airily.

There was a pressure that was building up from her toes, up her calves, her thighs, and all the way to the very core of her being. She didn't know if there was an end, all she knew was that she needed more of it. "Karl, oh, p-please. Please, please, please," it almost felt like she was in pain, but she was beginning to think she liked it.

He leaned down upon her now, once again taking hold of her lips. His finger was replaced by his thumb, still keeping an even pace as he slowly entered a finger inside of her. It was completely unexpected, but welcome nonetheless, and she made sure he knew it by rolling her hips into his hand and letting out a loud sigh.

"That's it, Circe, you're such a good girl," he praised, slowly pumping his finger. Then he flicked it up, rubbing a spot inside of her that had her writhing. "This good for you, sweetheart?"

The only reply she was able to give was a moan and a nod. She never wanted this to stop and the way he was stimulating two very sensitive spots was bringing her closer to the edge.

He must have been able to sense this because he quickened his pace. She could feel something in her core tensing, a build-up ready to be released.

And then he left her all at once, at least, his hand between her thighs did. His mouth cut off her disappointed sigh, and she leaned up into it with her hands desperately grasping at his face.

He was moving away from her now, and she moved with him trying to get him to come back, but he broke their kiss to push her down. He let out a husky chuckle. "You just lie down and be patient. I want to taste the first time I turn your world upside down."

The words were a promise as he began trailing kisses and light bites down her chest, paying extra attention to her breasts. She made herself relax, the anticipation building in her chest.

Though she has read about intimate situations such as this, it couldn't have prepared her. There were all kinds of sensations sparking throughout her entire body, causing her to let out all sorts of sounds.

He was down below her belly button now, and he paused there to look up at her, admire her. "You ready?" His voice was bleeding with desire.

Her eyes glittered down at him. "Yes," she nodded, her fingers trailing up and down his face.

He grinned. "No, you aren't."

Then he was devouring her, there was no easing her into it this time. She felt like she would cave in right there by how powerful it felt, and she let out a cry of pleasure.

Once again, the sounds only encouraged him as he began to pick up the pace. Her legs were trembling at this point, and she could feel her core tensing up once again. It was nearly overstimulating the way he was sending fire through her, and she didn't know if she should be doing something to help or not.

She wasn't able to control any noise that was coming out of her mouth. She felt embarrassed, without class, and she unclenched her fingers in the fabrics of the sheets to cover her mouth with her hand.

Heisenberg moved in an instant, taking her hand from her mouth, and replacing it with a crushing kiss. "Oh, no, sweetheart," he growled once he broke away. "I want to hear all of those pretty little sighs of yours."

He gave her no time to respond as he trailed down her body with peppered kisses, taking both of her hands along the way. Holding them to her sides so she could not use them to muffle the moaning.

And she did end up making all kinds of sounds as he went back to what he was doing. She told herself that this was what he wanted, he wanted her to be loud, to let everything go. So she did. She just let it all go, relaxed completely, and that's when it happened.

There was a very quick build-up and then an instant release. It felt like her entire body had erupted into a bloom of roses as she arched her back, so much so that Heisenberg had to hold her hips down. This must have been the big climax people would write about in their stories.

Heisenberg kept going for a moment, letting her ride it out to the fullest, but once she was whimpering he stopped. He rose above her, a sharp grin gracing his features. "You did so well, Circe," he whispered, moving strands of hair away that had clung to her face.

She smiled up at him, feeling a sense of contentment, but she knew from her stories that there was something else she wanted to try. She reached up, pulling him to her mouth, and giving him a sloppy kiss. "I want more," she told him, glancing down at his boxers, and knowing damn well that he could see the desire on her face.

His grin grew sly. "Oh, sweetheart, you're gonna get it all," he sat up and lowered his boxers, revealing his rather large member. Well, she assumed it was large even though she hadn't seen one before, at least, from what she could remember. She would be happy if this was the only one she would ever see.

He ran his hand over it and she watched it twitch between his fingers. She didn't even know if she had enough space to fit him. "You tell me if I hurt you at any point, alright?" He said, raising his brow at her, almost like he could tell what she was thinking.

Circe nodded, not knowing what to expect when he lowered himself between her legs and teased her entrance. Then there was a pressure she wasn't used to that caught her off guard which made her gasp.

Heisenberg retracted immediately. "You okay?" He asked, taking her face into his hand.

"Yes, I just... I've never done this. At least, I can't remember if I have. It was just a surprising feeling," she replied, opening her legs a bit more. "It's okay, it didn't hurt."

He nodded and brought himself back to her. She closed her eyes as he slid in, bracing herself. He was slow enough that she was able to get used to it as he was going, and eventually, he was able to fit himself completely. He let out a sigh and Circe wondered if he was going to make noises similar to the ones she made.

"I'm going to take it easy," he said, and when he got her nod in reply he began sliding out partially, then sliding back in.

Time seemed to move in slow motion. Maybe it was because he was taking his time, but she also wasn't used to the pleasure, the friction. Every time he thrust back in she would let out a soft moan. There was that feeling again, the one she knew meant she was going to finish, but it was right on the edge. She didn't know how much more she could take.

He was still going so terribly slow, probably because he didn't want to hurt her, but she had felt no pain yet. She reached up to grab at his face, and when she wasn't able to, he leaned down so she could.

"Karl," she whispered, looking him in his eyes. All embarrassment was gone at this point. "Go faster."

A light ignited in his eyes. "All you had to say," he breathed. Then he pulled out and slammed back in with force, a force that rocked Circe to her core and made her cry out.

"Yes!" She called, letting him know that she wasn't crying from pain, and he did it again, picking up with a rhythm.

This was absolutely delightful. Circe simply laid there, letting the bubbling feelings take control, as he continues filling her up over and over again.]. She just wanted to let everything go, let everything out, and she did. She let it all out in sounds of pleasure.

She was right there, oh so close, and Heisenberg had picked up even more speed, pounding her from the inside. His rhythm was beginning to falter, and eventually, they both let out their own noises as they reached release together.

He pumped in her a few more times, riding out the high of climax, then pulled out. He was heaving deep breaths, and Circe was, too, even though she hadn't been the one doing all the work.

He lay next to her for a moment, moving the hair from her face once again. "Incredible," he said, never taking his eyes from hers.

She smiled at him, then went in for a fierce kiss. He took it by surprise but never complained. "Incredible," Circe repeated to him, and they both grinned like idiots.

"Let's get you cleaned up, buttercup," he said. "I'll be right back." And with that, he got up and walked out of the room. It didn't take him long to come back with two towels, and he walked over and began cleaning her up. "You might want to use the bathroom, too," he mentioned.

"Use the bathroom?" She replied, enjoying the feeling of the warm cloth. He took his time, making sure he got everything.

He nodded, using the other towel now to dry her. "Yeah, to take a piss. It helps flush you out and keep things naturally clean. Don't want you to get an infection. Your bits down there are a lot more sensitive than mine.

Circe sat up. "Does that happen a lot? Infections down there after sex?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Not in my experience, but I want to make sure nothing happens to you."

Circe's expression turned from concern to pure warmth. "Off I go then," she said, then darted out of the room. She wanted to lay back down as fast as possible. It didn't take her long at all, and by the time she was back, Heisenberg was in the bed.

He pulled back the covers and patted the space next to him. "Come on, sweetheart."

She practically jumped into the bed, snuggling as close as possible to Heisenberg. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. His breath smelled of mint.

They lay there with dim candlelight dancing across the walls, simply enjoying each other's company. Circe was content. She knew she would have to think about what happened eventually and process it. It felt so intimate. So real, so raw. Like it was supposed to be.

For now, she was ready to fall into a blissful sleep, and she would have if Heisenberg's rumbling voice hadn't startled her awake.

"Circe?" He spoke softly, and there was a note of uncertainty to his tone, though it was barely there. "You still awake?"

Circe rose from his chest slightly, angling herself to look at him. "Yes?"

He was looking at her intently, eyes roaming to her chest every now and again, but mostly stayed on her face. He looked like he was in awe, like he had no idea what he was going to follow up with.

"Circe, I...," he raised a hand, his thumb brushing her cheek. "I...just want you to know how much you mean to me," he finally said, giving her a smile. "You mean everything to me."

Circe wondered if he was going to say something else, and she almost said it herself while he was thinking about what he was going to say, but she held back. She didn't know if it was too soon or not. "You mean everything to me, too, Karl," she replied, lifting one of her own hands to touch his face in a similar fashion.

She waited, because he looked like he wanted to say more, but he just chuckled softly and brought his lips to hers. It was slow and delicate, and she melted against him. Though they both knew that Circe was strong, he was treating her like she was a fine sheet of glass.

For the rest of the night, they lay there in each other's arms and gazed at each other. Soon, Heisenberg leaned over and blew out the candle and they went into a deep sleep.