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He would have been very startled if he hadn't been warned.

There was only the slightest pause before he dove in, drinking her in. Worshiping, devouring, drinking John in, his mouth working. Licking, sucking, and parting her with his tongue. He picked up on her energy, became frantic in trying to please her. Wanting nothing more then to make her happy, inspire more cries of his name.

Enough that he could feel happy shivers down his smile, and was startled, feeling her come.

So this was what it was like to be petted and to give such devoted sweetness.

"John." He murmured, kissing her inner thigh, nuzzling skin, and sighed, feeling, simply content. Peaceful as he rose up, moving from his place between her legs, so he could sit, and pet them, soothing her as she came down from her high.

"John." He felt nothing but tenderness towards her then.

He'll get to feel her shiver at the sensation of his kiss, at the nuzzle to her oversensitized skin, and when he rises up, she uses arms that feel as solid as the waves and not a drop more so to tug him up against her and rest her head against his shoulder.

Her breathing is still wobbly and uneven but she buries her face against him and makes an effort to go in and out before she surfaces again.

"Oscar," is what she says, the word soaked in drowsy delight and deep affection like sunlight. Her skin has a light sheen of sweat from it all but her eyes are glowing from it, outlining the dark lashes with their shine. Finally-

"Thank you. That was... mmmm."

Oh, that was nice. Cuddles! He helped her lean against him with his arm wrapped around John, a kiss pressing to her hair. She's all wobbly, and needed that support from him which...was nice. It was nice that he was someone who could offer support.

And, also, get to offer hair kisses to that gold streaked hair.

"You're most welcome John." He nuzzled her hair, offered a gentle squeeze. "Mmm. That was wonderful."

She nods and nuzzles against his throat, breathing him in and sighing happily behind his ear.

"Isn't it? It's as lovely to do as it is to receive."

But her hand very gently reaches up to run light over his lips.

"Are they numb? Tired?"

She brushes the hand through his hair.

"And you? How are you feeling?"

Her leg shifts a little, gently testing to see if he's still hard, if his body is still hungry. There's no rush, but she wants to make sure he's okay. She tips her head lightly to one side, gesturing at the bed table.

"Maybe a little water?"

He felt a little shiver. Funny how he didn't realize the back of his ear could be sensitive too.

"Maybe even better to give." He murmured, offering a peaceful sigh.

"My lips aren't exactly numb but...I could use the water. My jaw...mostly feels a little sore."

His hips shifted. He was still hard, still wanting, but he was happy to wait, let her body settle.

"Could you get the water for me please...?"

He didn't want to let John go. Especially if he could get some light finger strokes over her breasts.

She was going to lean into the touches, smiling at him and preening happily at his attention.

"Will you keep giving so wonderfully after you've had a sip or two?"

She turns her hand and the water floats over. She's not silly enough to touch anything else while he's taking care of his body's needs. Even if she wants to.

"May I ease your jaw, Oscar?"

That she can do while he drinks.

If she was a cat, her tail would be doing happy shivers, he thought.

"Happily." He kissed her neck, and her shoulder, before taking the glass with a quiet thanks.

"And I would appreciate it. Thank you John." He was sure it wouldn't ache the next day or anything. But it would help with talking, among other things.

She shivers happily at the little kiss and curls up closer to him. Then, careful not to nudge him while he's drinking, she'll gently murmur the chant to help ease his pain. It's not as if he'd actually injured himself; she just wants to ease the ache.

She might have forgotten the other effect of the chant as she watches him drink with deep fondness.

"Mmmm, don't let me tire you out too much," she says, laying against him, running her hand up and down his side with gentle fondness, "I don't actually get tired. So if you need to rest, we can rest."

The ache eases as he drinks steadily, swishing some small amounts in his mouth to help his tongue. He had a bit of cotton mouth.

...not that it mattered anymore. Or that it effected him too much after the spell. Oscar felt as if he had a refreshing night's sleep and then some.

"I'll tell you, I promise." He kissed her hair, and offered her the empty glass to float back to the side table. "But actually I feel...fantastic."

Better then he felt in days. Maybe he'd been dehydrated all along. "Are you ready for me?"

The glass will be floated back to the table as she pulls him closer and draws him into a kiss, nodding all the while. Oh yes. She most certainly is. She'll draw his hand down between her legs to feel how slick she still is just to reassure him, but her other hand is going to check on him, sliding fingers around his length and offering an encouraging stroke.

"Do you know how you want to have me?" she asks in a little nuzzle against his jaw. "We can try a few different positions."

He kissed her, happily, and marveled at the sensation of...wetness, slick on his fingers. It felt different then how his tongue and mouth felt so he...might have been distracted before John did her check on him.

That got his attention back from simply pleasuring her with his fingers. "Positions?"

He had to think on that. Which was not easy as he was enjoying stroking John's skin, and moving to find a certain area to drive John a little wild.

"What...positions are there?"

She lets her eyes close as he strokes her and she's just as distracted as he is, shifting and nuzzling up to him before he pulls his attention back. Then she smiles sweetly against his skin.

"Positions. How we put our bodies. It's a little more important for this kind of sex." She shifts a little to run a hand along his length, and then gestures between her legs again.

"They all have different advantages and disadvantages." She lifts her hand up along his hip and brushes over his belly fondly.

"I could be on top of you, with my hands on your chest. That way, I'm the one doing most of the movement. We can also have it so that I'm on my back and you're between my legs; it works a little better if one leg is up so you might want to lift my leg or they can rest on your shoulders. There's others, all sorts of different combinations," and she's more than willing to go through all the ones she knows, "but we should know before we start. That way you feel steady."

She leans up to kiss the tip of his nose.

"We don't have to stay like that if you or I don't like it. Nothing's carved in stone. We can try lots of ways." A chuckle. "There's even some that are better standing up. I bet you'd feel wonderful fucking me against the tiles in the shower."

He hummed gently, nuzzling her back. It was nice to just touch like this, and be close, even if he was eager to have sex.

"Ah." He was distracted for a moment by her hand, but paid attention. The positions John suggested were appealing, especially where he could get in nice, deep and close. And gently, he nuzzled her cheek with his nose.

"I'm sure it will feel amazing in the shower. But I am worried about my balance." He admitted. He had been reaching with his left arm, had been pressing on it, but it was still new, and still working around his ingrained muscle memory.

"Maybe we should...move together, with you on top of me? At least to start, and change it if we want to?"

He still blushed when John said fucking, but he didn't stammer in embarrassment.

She nods, and takes a moment or two to kiss him sweetly before she addresses any of the rest of it.

"I can't help that you make me think of more things. But we take things one at a time. Get you more used to how it works. And maybe you'll think of things you'd like too."

She leans in for another kiss, this time using it to press him onto his back as she lowers her own hand to position herself over him and stroke his cock in the right position. Then, it's just a matter of lowering herself down, the head of his cock sliding inside of her and her body swallowing the rest until she's seated across his hips, knees on either side of his body.

It gives him a lovely view of how her nipples have hardened up again, how her eyes are fluttering at the feeling of fullness and connection, and how much she very clearly likes it.

"Oh, Oscar." Like she's found another miracle. Her breath is slow and deep, measured purposefully, until she rocks on top of him, sending him just the tiniest bit deeper for a moment and her body squeezes around him. She shudders happily. "Mhmm, I was right. You feel so good."

Her eyes flicker down to take in his face, his eyes, his expression.

"I love you, Oscar. So very much. I'm so glad you're here. I'm so glad I get to love you."

She'll wait to see how he is before moving in earnest.

He nodded, and gave John a few kisses, before moving to position, getting comfortable as John got top of him, and...took him in. Oscar shivered, and closed his eyes briefly, his hand moving to help anchor her hip as she sunk down on top of him.

Though while he was admiring the view, hardened nipples, molten eyes and all, he didn't expect what John said. Yes, her saying he felt wonderful- John felt the same to Oscar, overwhelmingly good- he was still caught off guard.

"You love me?" He didn't expect that. His breath came in a a deep, shuddering breath, and he stared up at her as tears welled up in his eyes. "Y...you love me? Oh...oh John."

She's surprised and she's not.

It's something she's expressed to him without words frequently enough, pure emotion, affection, the feel of it, but it's not something she's ever put into words before. She had known it for a while, but then there'd been kisses and soft touches and so much care and Oscar had eaten it all up and John'd only wanted to give more. Then, knowing he was dead, and carrying him home to the cabin, caring for him for the week, all the softness...

It hadn't been a question for a while but now had been when she couldn't help but say the words. Her throat is tight and heavy and she nods before leaning down to take his lips, pressing close against him. She only breaks the kiss to tell him again.

"Yes, Oscar." Her voice almost breaks and she leans up to kiss away the tears on one eye, then the other. "Yes, I love you."

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He's expressed it too. He's trusted John to be with him while he slept, to talk to him about things, and he didn't realize...how much he looked forward to seeing him. He didn't think it was romantic- not really. But he wouldn't do this with just anyone. He has only kissed John, only touched John like this.

And John was there for him when he died, when he expected no one to show up for him. That he would have to recover alone. But John was there.

John was there.

He was still crying as they kissed, and his arms rose. His hand rested against her cheek, and he nodded, his voice breaking.

"I-I love you too." A sob emerged from him, and he tried to take in deep breaths. "I-I'm sorry John I..."

Having someone- a god- tell him that he was loved was so overwhelming.

She gives just the tiniest little headshake before she kisses him again, not smothering his words but drinking in the love, holding him as he's overwhelmed.

It's okay.

It's okay to be overwhelmed.

It's okay to cry.

She's here with him, exactly as he is, exactly as he feels, exactly as messy and overwhelmed and intense as he is. He is wonderful and he is loved and there is no way he could doubt any of that in this moment. Her hands rest lightly on the bed and on his chest, one hand playing in his hair as she leans into his touch. Having him inside of her in this moment doesn't feel inopportune, doesn't feel awkward. It's another way she can hold him, another way they're wrapped around one another, happy. Loving. Together.

She's just going to give him little kisses as he works his way through it. Lots of soft little kisses and gentle touches and the gentle pressure of her body on and around his.

Being inside of her was warm, comforting. Just like her touches, her kisses. He was was wrapped around her, in her comfort, in her love, as he cried from simply...

Being wanted.

Being loved.

He didn't know how badly he needed to hear the words.

He wasn't sure how long he cried, but he eventually calmed down, and got his breathing under control.

"So-sorry." He sniffed, and made to rub the last of the tears out of his eyes. Thankfully, he was still hard. His desire hadn't wavered, even in the outpouring of emotion.

"I...didn't know I needed to hear it so badly." He sniffed, and looked up at her eyes. "If you still want to...I'd still like to."

Have sex, that was.

She reaches up to cup his cheek.

"Oscar," and there is so much tenderness in her voice, "of course I still want to." Now she laughs, joyful, and she punctuates it by kissing him, passionately pressing him against the bed. "You love me. And I love you." She flexes the muscles within her, giving him a coaxing squeeze.

"There is nowhere else I want to be right now. No one else I want to be with in this moment." She'll kiss him again. "Now let me show you how wonderful it can be... not to just 'have sex', but..." she smiles as she leans up, rocks against him, presses her forehead to his, "to make love."

Which is when she's going to start rocking her hips, and she'll gently put her hand over his on her hip.

When she laughed, so joyful, so happy, he had to smile. Even as he sank down onto the bed, he watched her his thumb brushing over her hip, anchoring her so she could...

Make love in earnest.

"Show me. Please." His voice was soft. Ragged from the crying, but earnest as he moved to rock with her, help her stay close. "Show me how to make love with you."

He wanted that, pour out his love for John, more than anything in the world in this moment. Nothing else but John, and her pleasure mattered right now.

Just the two of them.

She feels the same. And for a few minutes, the movements are slow and steady, an aching, coaxing rhythm meant to allow them to hold one another. John didn't want to pull away, didn't want to move her forehead from his, but soon enough, her breathing goes to gasping and her gasping turns to short, scattered moans as her pace increases.

She leans down, in, and takes his mouth in a kiss that breaks desperately as the change in angle hits something deep inside of her that finally draws one of those moans from earlier, a full bodied sound that is just for Oscar, just from Oscar. It has her arching up, her hands resting on his chest as he'll feel her chasing it, the wave of pleasure building up inside of her as gravity and her hips send him inside of her over and over again.

Her eyes are closed, the gold just a thin line between the fluttering lashes, lips parting almost against her will to let out another sound of satisfaction and want.

"Oscar," but her eyes are closed, "Oh, Oscar. Oh, Oscar, it's so good. It feels so good, Oscar. I love this. I love it with you. Love you. Oscar."

She'll take his hand, move it to her breast. Take his arm and gently press it to her thigh, help her steady that way. Touch her. .

It's wonderful to feel such closeness. It felt like it was soothing the ache he had in his heart, after feeling so unloved, untouched.

But the movement made him groan for John, with John as the pleasure grew and grew. She was so beautiful, so heart achingly gorgeous, knowing he was giving John pleasure, just like this.

"I love you. I don't want this with anyone else John- just you."

His hand squeezed her breast, fondling it as his other arm aimed to support her.

"Can I...move you onto your back? I need to- I need to move more. I need you John." He had so much want just burning in him now, making him want to fuck her into the mattress.

That squeeze will get a moan, but his question is answered in a swift nod as she'll shift her weight to one side, making sure to lean so that he has his good arm to push off with. It will end with her on her back, one leg wrapped around him at his hip while the other splays out, one hand on the headboard while the other seeks his hip.

"I love you, Oscar. I love you. Please-"

She can feel it. She can feel how much he wants and there's nothing in her that wants to deny it to him. That intense desire, that focus of affection: she feels like she might glow with it.

He appreciates the help. The lean on to the right means he can grab onto the bed at first, then gently roll them both so John was on her back.

"I love you John. I love you. Fuck-"

He started to move in earnest, his left arm pressed into the bed as he pumped his hips with increasing ferocity. His love made him fierce, focused. He wanted to be inside her so deep, connect as much as he could. Show her how much he loved her with every movement he made.

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