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Oooh my. Quill froze for a moment, but it didn't take long for him to "reboot" as it were. He listened to her song, kissed her collar lovingly, and as she unfastened his pants, he lowered his hands to her waist and released the button of her own pants, lowering her zipper, and then slipping his hands into the hips to start to ease them off of her.

Siren leaned up and eased the rest of her pants down and past her feet. This was her first time being so naked in front of anyone, especially a guy she liked, but somehow, she didn't care. She was enjoying it. She was happy. She laid herself back down on top of him and continued singing quietly in his ear as she ran her fingers up and down his arms.

" ♫ And time goes by so slowly... and time can do so much... ♫ "

Quill didn't think it was possible to be more turned on than he was at this moment. He certainly couldn't imagine how. Her song was intoxicating to him, so beautiful and soothing. He slid his hands over her bare legs, tracing fingers over the smooth skin of soft thighs. He pressed his lips against the side of her neck lovingly, sliding his hands up her legs and caressing her panty-clad rear.

As strange as it was, Siren felt more naked than Quill was. She felt she had to remedy the situation, though perhaps it wasn't entirely accurate. Still, once she had paused her singing to kiss him a few more times, she ran her hands down his chest to his thighs and began to remove his boxers.

" ♫ are you... ♫ " Was she at this point making him completely naked? Again, she didn't care. " ♫ ...still mine? ♫ "

Quill could just gulp and nod at the song's question. As she slid the fabric down, she got her first good look at his intense arousal. But as his face flushed with excitement as she bared him, he hid it, kissing at Siren's shoulder. While he was there, his lips nudged on the strap of her bra, making it fall from her shoulder.

Siren had no qualms about what he was doing. At this point, skin-to-skin, unfettered contact was ideal. She reached behind her and helped herself to undoing her bra. She shed it from her shoulders and tossed it to the floor, leaving herself unabashedly bare.

" ♫ I need your touch... ♫ " She kissed him once again before continuing her song. " ♫ I need your love... ♫ "

Siren's confidence was phenomenal. He'd never seen her so in control and bold. He loved it so much. He loved HER so much. She was gorgeous, a picture of beauty and poise that he could hardly believe was here with him like this. Well, at this point there was only one more barrier between them, and it would not be there for long. As they kissed again, lovingly, tenderly, Quill lowered his hands into the back of her panties and pushed them down. This was happening. He kissed her again and again in between her lyrics, hungry for her lips.

Siren kicked her panties off without hesitation once they'd reached her ankles. There was nothing impeding their contact now. She loved him so much. Everything felt right. While they probably should have been engaging in some more intimate contact at that point, all she did was kneel over him, once again hovering over his face, braced on her elbows, whispering to him, still singing:

" ♫ Arceusspeed your love... ♫ " She kissed him deeply, as if they loved each other so much and would never see each other again. " ♫ To me. ♫ "

To Quill, that was one of the most intimate gestures they could have. Siren was a private woman. She carried some pain and sorrow in her, and he'd always been aware of that. Even when he knew he was smitten with her. To see her like this was heartwarming. Siren was showing him a private side of herself. She was sharing with him in such an intimate way, how could he not be warmed by it? He smiled up at her and stroked her arms, listening to her song, returning the kiss tenderly. It was perfect.

Siren had reached the end of her song and had no reason to not act on her more primal instincts. When she looked down to him, all she saw was endearment, free of judgment and antipathy. It made him that much more attractive. She leaned down and kissed him hard, hands cupping his cheeks, body bare and exposed, and hoped he understood how much she loved him.

Quill didn't need to respond. With the song over, he allowed himself to indulge, and slid his arms around her tightly to pull her down close to him and kiss her back with fire and passion. The life and zeal in her actions was beautiful, and made him feel so alive in turn. "You're amazing," he mumbled against her lips as his need finally won out over all else.

They made love for the first time together, with passion and hunger. He burned with need and desire for her, and she for him. It was all he thought it would be and more, and he never wanted the night to end.

With their needs at least temporarily satisfied, Quill and Siren lay together in her bed, and Quill held her tightly to his side, kissing her neck softly. When he finally could catch his breath, he simply mumbled, "Wow."

Edited 2020-03-02 23:45 (UTC)

His response was empowering for her. Siren had never been so forward toward anything in her life, and it wound up being the best thing she'd ever done. It gave her confidence that maybe she shouldn't hesitate as much as she does when it comes to... well... everything.

She lay with him, arms wrapped around him as tightly as she could muster, and sighed. So this was bliss. Just lying with the one person you loved the most in the world, completely unconstrained by the weight of modesty.

"You were..." How could she even put this adequately? It seemed like there were no words that could convey it properly. Well, she might as well go with the literal. "...breathtaking."

"I could say the same about you," he agreed, fingers stroking up and down her back as they cuddled together, pressed tightly against each other, not wanting to lose that closeness. "I'd say that was certainly worth the wait. I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?"

Siren shook her head, face nuzzled up against his chin. "No, you were very gentle. It was nice."

She savored the moment, the two of them intertwined and satisfied as two lovers should be. It made her think back to all the years she'd spent holed up in that cave and wondered if it had been just as grand back then as it was in that moment.

No. Of course it wouldn't have been. Because it wouldn't have been with Quill. He was worth the wait, whether she had known it or not.

"Good," he said with some relief, kissing her cheek tenderly. "I didn't think you'd be so... vocal during it. I liked it," he admitted shamelessly.

Siren took a moment to gaze at him adoringly. She was glad he wasn't put off by her cries of... well...

"I liked it, too."

She'd hoped none had heard either of them. She knew they were in dorms. She knew they were next door to other students. But it's not like she'd never heard their shenanigans before either.

"Good," Quill said, as his fingers played over her skin and he explored her body with curious soft touches. He kissed her lips tenderly again, showing her that his passion for her hadn't diminished at all. "I'm looking forward to hearing it again and again and again..."

Siren was still panting from the exertion she and Quill had undertaken. She was finally starting to catch her breath. She held him close and felt goosebumps arise as he touched her affectionately. In return, she ran her hands up and down his back, enjoying their physical and emotional connection.

"And I yours."

She wouldn't mind singing to him again, nor would she mind hitting such a level of ecstasy that made her cry out as loud as she did. In any other situation, she would be terribly embarrassed. But she was with Quill. It made her feel as if nothing else mattered.

Quill let his lips trail down over her cheek, across her jawline, then to kiss her neck and bare shoulder. He had good stamina at the best of times, and he'd regained his breath after their exertion. Feeling her heart race, he did his best to tenderly worship her as she recovered. He carefully maneuvered her to her back as he kissed back to her neck, and down to her collar. "I think it goes without saying, if you ever want to spend the night with me, I'm more than okay with it," he told her. "You've got full reign over the thermostat," he joked.

Siren smiled warmly as she rolled onto her back and heard his kind words. Honestly, she was impressed he wasn't affected by how cold her blood ran, considering he was a Grass type. If he was, he hid it well, and it made her adore him even more at the even consideration that he'd tolerate it for both their sakes.

She leaned up and kissed him again, long and soft, grateful that he'd be so generous as to grant her even a simple gesture of avoiding heat levels she couldn't tolerate. What a sweet thing to offer her, especially considering he might be sensitive to the heat levels she was used to. (Blaze, apparently, was all right with meeting in the middle. Siren had the vulnerability to fire. Blaze was practically MADE of fire. They found a common ground, temperature-wise, that they could both tolerate. Blaze was probably the best roommate Siren could hope for.)

Once she pulled away from her kiss, she asked him with vulnerability in her voice:

"May I sing to you again?" She hadn't sung in so long, and he seemed to appreciate it so much. Maybe he'd be open to her letting out the impulses she'd held back for decades yet again.

Quill smiled down at her, lifting his hand to stroke her cheek. "You can sing for me any time you want," he told her. "Please." He kissed her jawline. "Sing for me?" he asked, kissing her collar. His hands slid down and started to stroke her arms curiously as he dipped down on her, releasing her so that his lips could find their way down her collar, leaving a trail of kisses towards her cleavage.

Siren was ready to sing to him but held her breath as he kissed her. It was remarkable, the feelings she was experiencing. Never had she felt such adoration or...

...reasons for living.

The many, many times humans had come to try to capture her, she'd lost count. It was as if she was a prize only the most skilled could win. But Quill made her feel like more than a prize. She was a person, someone with a genuine soul worth preserving and honoring.

Trying not to quiver or let her shivering disturb her song, she began:

"Wise men say..." She sighs. "only fools rush in..."

Quill loved her singing voice. It was beautiful and heartfelt, full of melancholy, but also hope and love. It suited her so well. He listened intently to her sing, as he kissed down her body, lavishing loving attention to her soft chest, seemingly determined to kiss every inch of her body with how he worshipped her. She was special. And he was enraptured by her.

Siren wished she could reciprocate as he explored her body, but she felt she needed to stay on key, which she knew she couldn't if she stopped to enjoy herself. In response, she lay still as she let him do as he wanted, welcomely. After a sharp intake of breath from his kisses, she continued.

♪ ...but I... can't..." Gasp. "...help... falling in love with you. ♪ "

She lay as still as she could as she sang, hoping she wasn't disturbing him. She was enjoying it so much. It was the most intimate moment that she'd ever felt in her entire life by far. Aside from what they'd just done, naturally.

Far from being disturbed, Quill was elated. She continued her song, and as she did, he had the chance to return some of what she'd given him before. His hands pet her arms lovingly as his tongue slid over the curve of her chest, and down, as his kisses went further down, over her belly.

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