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She'd been cresting, almost finished with her own shuddering release when he kissed her, and she focuses on the kiss over just the sensation, drinking him in, accepting every ounce of love he intends to offer. When he comes, when she feels him let go inside of her, he'll feel her still, feel her shiver, and she'll draw him in a little more insistently as she rides out her fourth right alongside with him.

"Oscar..."

And she buries her face against temple, soft kisses pressed with his name, all of her becoming pliant and steady as she breathes just past his ear, lets him hear how much he effected her, drove her mad, brought her bliss. One hand lifts just to stroke his cheek.

"My beloved Oscar."

She doesn't sound dazed. She sounds enraptured.

He can feel the third, the fourth as he comes with her. He closed his eyes, feeling now the slickness of sweat on his back, in his hair, his breath coming out in slow, deep pants.

"John..." He turned them so they were laying down, side by side. That way he could stroke her back, nice and warm.

He had no idea he had a smile that was warm, satisfied and a touch smug.

"Lovely John." He stroked her back, over and over. "Thank you. Thank you..."

He does. It's the only reason she doesn't close her eyes, to see that smug little smile, because his hand on her feels just as good.

"Thank you. Mmmmm, that was wonderful. Oscar..."

She might get lost in kissing him for a while. Nothing more than that, but kissing was so good as well.

"Good. Wonderful." He melted against her, kissing her for awhile, enjoying the close contact. They didn't have to make more love, not just then. It was just wonderful to be close and just touching John just then.

But eventually, Oscar pulled away slowly, and pressed his face against her shoulder with a soft, satisfied sigh. He needed to get his breath back, despite the chant before. His heart felt as if it was only now slowing down.

She is just going to gently pet him while he settles down, get his system back into a steady rhythm, relaxes.

Her hand is going to stroke sweetly though his hair.

"Are you happy?"

He nodded, hugging her as much as he could with both arms. He was steadying, but he needed to cling, just a little bit longer.

"Extremely." He told her, nuzzling her skin. He wasn't sure if he'd start crying again. Not because he was sad. Just there had been...so much emotion. "Are you?"

She's not going anywhere.

She nods.

"Very happy." She kisses him again, just a little nuzzle. "You make me very happy. Made me very happy." Another kiss. "Your existence makes me happy."

Oscar made a soft sound- a choked little sob, and he buried his face against her for a few moments, trying to get his breath back.

"John...I'm going to cry again. It's so much." His voice was soft as he kept his eyes pressed against her shoulder.

"You, this place...is this what it's like to be treated as a normal person...?"

She's just going to stroke his hair, the back of his head, and hold him.

"You can cry. It's okay to cry." She pets him a few more times before-

"I don't know the answer to that. I'm not... really... normal." Softer. "But I think this place gives people the chance to be loved when they didn't get that before."

He nodded. John wouldn't know; that was silly of him to ask. He felt a few tears slip out, and he felt himself miss...his people. He missed the Arthur back home, even if he said they couldn't be friends anymore.

A few tears slipped out, and he felt his shoulders shake. For a few moments, he felt so incredibility lonely.

But the warmth of John's hands, over his hair, brought him back to reality. Someone here loved him. Someone cared if he died. Someone cared.

He took in a slow shaking breath, and nuzzled her, kissing her neck.

"You're not, but you're wonderful the way you are." His voice was soft. "Thank you for loving me."

"Thank you for letting me love you." A soft kiss. "Thank you for trusting me with this. And you."

She kisses his brow.

"You're precious. And wonderful. And your love is precious." A softer nuzzle. "Thank you for loving me."

He nodded, giving her a soft kiss back. He took in a slow, shuddering breath, and nuzzled her.

"You're just as precious to me. Thank you for this...for all of it." Another shuddering breath. "I might want to nap for awhile. Is...that all right?"

The body was ready, but the mind needed rest.

She smiles and nods.

"Always, y'maea." A little nudge. "Rest. I'll be here."

"Y'maea?" He murmured, before he got comfortable, closing his eyes. "Thank you."

He drifted into a light doze for awhile. He'd feel better once he had some time to let his emotions and mind settle.

And John will hold him while he does, gently petting his hair until his breathing evens out.

She was good to him. So good. Eventually- it might have been as little as ten minutes, it could have been an hour- he stirred, his breathing shifting to that of someone awake.

He was pretty sure his hand was on muscle, not breast as it flexed and squeezed.

"Mm...John." and he offered a sleepy nuzzle.

It was. And John nuzzles back, rumbling happily as he gathers Oscar against him.

"Mhmm. Yes?"

"Mmm...you put your boobs away." He nuzzled him, before offering a small kiss. "The muscles are nice."

He was still a little doopy from sleep.

He chuckles a little and kisses him back sweetly.

"I wanted to give you a bigger 'me' to sleep on."

Beat.

"Thank you. I'm glad you like them."

"That was very nice of you. Thank you." He nuzzled his cheek, smiling at him.

"They're very nice. Though- that does make me think. Your companion, Sokie- she didn't come by, did she?"

John was unique but also...his girlfriend? Friend? Housemate? Might not like John offering the bed to his priest.

(Nevermind that she happily gave up any bed for Oscar's death toll.)

He shakes his head.

"She checked in. I told her I had someone with me. She says 'hello'."

A pause before-

"Did you want to meet her?"

"Oh. She's not mad? Then...that's all I need to know." He shook his head, moving to lay his head against John's chest for a few moments, feeling a little flustered.

Someone else knew they had sex. Or at least cuddling. Hopefully she only thought it was cuddling. It was only now that he realized he had been very noisy.

"Er...you can say hi back? If you'd like. I was, um. Going to invite you to the bath or something. I feel better." He peered up at him. "I'm not sure why I got so...worked up after. Sorry John."

He shakes his head, not so much 'firmly' as decisively.

"She's not mad. I wouldn't tell her who you are without your okay, but she and I both have other partners and I'm open with her about that. She's happy I'm happy and I feel the same way."

He perks up at the mention of a bath, though, rumbling happily.

"I'd love to take a bath with you. But you don't have anything to apologize for. It was wonderful to share that with you." He nuzzles again. "And you should know that you're loved."

"Oh." That was...a strange sort of relationship, but as established before...John wasn't normal, and Oscar liked him that way.

"I suppose...if I'm coming over more often, or you to me...she should know who I am, and our connection. To be fair to her."

So she'd know how to find John, if something went wrong. Oscar still huffed a little, and leaned up to give John a firm kiss.

"And I know I'm loved. I love you, and you love me. And- that won't change." He breathed out a slow breath. "But- let's get cleaned up a bit. I'm sure we both smell like sex."

And there were creatures and people on board who'd smell and know. And he wasn't sure what the reaction would be if people found out a priest got laid.

Even if it was due to love.

He nods. He's pretty sure that Sokie knows he has feelings for Oscar given the "keeping him in the cabin all week" but he doesn't mind them knowing on another. Especially since Sokie was coming home with him. Oscar would be there.

Some Oscar. And he'd come visit this one regardless.

...he enjoys the firm kiss. He greatly enjoys when Oscar is a little huffy and insistent. Yes, please. Insist. He loves it.

But at the mention of baths...

"I have a nice big bathtub. We can get washed up together."

...eventually.

"I can carry you over if you're still feeling wobbly."

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