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Title: A Precious One
Prompt: Lights Out, Words Gone (Subtle Rinne Matsuri Edition)
Note: Yis.

The glow of the tree from outside the window is all he needs to know she's tucked away within the door before him. The thickness of the cool air, and the lanterns that lit his path to her but a fading memory with his hand wrapped around the cold door knob. It's a press and then it's a step within the darkness only lit by the glow of the tree that dares to paint his shadow across the walls. Inhalation, and that sweet lingering sensation. This was home—it's where she lays, and her scent plays. Lids flutter down and he's embracing all that comes from being within her space.

She's a precious one of pale rose-colored locks, and striking viridian eyes. Lost in time he's holding on in the chance to see her face before she wakes. Foot steps soft as he makes his way to her—she's not in the bedroom she's within the living room curled upon the couch with a scroll rolled across the floor having slipped from her fingers. There's the trail of obsidian upon her and onto the mess of scrolls that linger on the table. She had fallen asleep while researching. He had expected such a thing when it came to her of all people.

Kneeling he's hesitant to wrap his fingers upon the scroll as a shift from her comes. She's turning, and then she's raising so slow within her sleep as she props herself up upon her elbows. The yawn she releases shows her lack of attention, and the click of her tongue follows in it's place as she seeks to bring taste within her mouth once more. He's waited—he's been patient. He's refrained from coming back on more than one occasion. The holiday had been what had called him.

Turning and curling herself back into place she's still yet to take note of him—the fuzziness of sleep still keeps her snug. She's cuddled her head against the pillow and then she's shooting up and he's disregarded the scroll instead captured by her. Those lips are parting and she's getting ready to let words fall from them. She's a precious one, and he hopes she'll close her eyes. Seeing her face filled with grace lights the darkness all around him. Her embrace makes him at her mercy.

She's yet to speaking within the dark—the lights are out—just the glow of the festive tree resides. That former life of his is but a memory. Those times when he had pushed her aside, and when he had sought out something far cruel. Everything is amplified as she dares a whisper.

He'll embrace her, and he'll take her all the way through—

Pressing her deeper upon the couch he's at a loss at how to pull back. They are both in haste to run fingers across skin hidden deep within cloth. He cannot help but wonder if this had been what had scared him away from her those years deep within his youth. He begins to press fingers under that darling green sweater that seeks to keep him from her. She's reactive, and she's responsive to ever skim of his fingers. Pale rose-colored strands are so much longer than they had been when he had last seen her. Viridian are still striking as they watch him so intently. Lips press against her knuckle as she seeks to keep herself from spilling every whimper. There's the momentary longing of his left hand—and then the capture of her sound within his mouth.

Every lewd movement, and every lewd breath that fills the air only seeks to make him press things further. It hasn't taken him much to get her to this state—just a push of that darling green sweater and the yank of those shorts. Milky skin is what captures his attention so vividly. He doesn't have to be afraid of this new life he's built. She's taken him to this new life so carefully.

It's a nip here upon her neck, and then the grind of his hips. There's a shallow breath as his fingers push up the bra so white, and a suck in of air as the make their way south. It's hot and it's heated. He's not slow—he's doing it all as fast as she's needing it. There's no denying her when he's got her panting and his fingers dare to play across her thighs. He might only have one hand within this new life—but she's never had to long for the one that's missing.

He's embracing her, and he's taking her with fingers deep inside her. She's all arched back, and fingers deep within her pale rose-colored locks. Viridian shut tight from the world it's a roll of those hips in time with each curl of his fingers. She's divine, and her face is filled with grace even in an act so lewd—she's mouthing words with sound unable to fall. Those words are dirty, and seek to say his name but he's unwilling to return air to her lungs as he fills her with another finger. This was home—it's where she lays spread before him, and her scent clings to his skin. Lids flutter down and he's embracing all that comes from being within her space. She had promised so much as children—she had kept her word as a woman.

The sound locked within her throat isn't given release with his mouth upon her own. She's grinding his fingers deeper as she's hit her desired limit. She's exotic, and she's a whole new level of tonic. She had given him the key long before he had walked from her side to seek atonement for the harm he had caused so many. He'll take her key—he'll take it willingly. He's sure this new life of theirs has just begun now that he's home, and he's here to stay.

There's an ache to his skin and an ache to his mind as he seeks to feel her so much more. He'll take her thoroughly, and he'll take her farther. It's only been six month's since he went back out and he had craved her. The lights are out in this house only filled with the glow of the tree she's put up—they don't need words to do what they're doing. It's all motion, and it's fumbling fingers as she seeks to assist him. The pull of cloth and he's pressing her back. She's about to let a frustrated noise fall but he's not letting her with the dip of his tongue and the press between her legs.

Viridian seek to hold his—but she's a precious one and he wants her to close those eyes. Everything amplifies when she holds him so dear. It's her embrace that's got him at her mercy. Those fingers twisted within his hair, and sweat having already dewed her skin. Rolling and his hips has her squirming, and thrusting deeper has her arching. He's locked that sound back within her throat—she can't even begin to utter his name.

Nevermore, would he be gone from her.

Breathing mixes, and mingles. Hot kisses and trails of those soft fingers sliding underneath his clothes continue. She wants more dewed skin, and physical contact with him only brought with these lewd actions. There warmth around him has him ready to let go—he's so close and it's home. She is the home that he sought, and she is the home he has found. She is his life—she is all that matters in his flow of time.

Her breathing has caught within her throat as he hits right where she wants him. It's enough to make him thrust harder, and pound quicker. Filled with so much grace he feels as though he needs to taint her. She's elegant and glowing even as he takes her. Skin set up in flames has him panting unable to control his features, and unable to control his longing. Viridian finally flutter shut and away from the world once more, and it's as his hand yanks her by her hip roughly down upon him that she's found the power to let her moan out loud and throaty. He's holding out and he's holding on to every bit that he can as she quivers and shakes around him head tossing and those longer pale rose-colors locks daring to stick upon her.

She's a precious one of pale rose-colored locks, and striking viridian eyes. Lost in time he's holding on as he chances to catch a glimpse of her as he fills her. Her whimpers and the bite of her bottom lip is all it takes—it's got her twisting those tiny hands within that darling green sweater. Heavy half lidded obsidian don't dare to fall shut as he drinks in ever move, and shudder she makes.

It's the end of his time away. Nevermore, would he be gone from her—he'll embrace her, and he'll take her so willingly.

Fingers dance across her skin seeking to sooth her as they find a hold of the control they need to make this moment last longer. It doesn't take words—and they never should. It's an understanding, and a look of eyes, and a touch of skin necessary and showing from deep within.

She had given him the key long before now, and he's using it so willingly as he seeks her out through this physical, and undeniably emotional action. She's opening her mouth as if to speak, but no words every truly did float between them. Inhalation, and the smell of what they've just done fills his nose—it's enough to make him quiver still inside of her.

She is a precious one—she is home.