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Quill lifted his hand to grip and squeeze hers, looking up at her warmly as he paused his assault on her below. He laced his fingers with hers, observing her, looking into her eyes. Her body was dotted with scars and faded wounds from a lifetime of trials and difficulties. She was so strong to come out of it as she had... She was so beautiful. Each of those scars was a story. He knew he would hear them eventually. But nothing could shake the love in his eyes as he gazed into hers.

Siren gazed back into his eyes, understanding the voiceless connection they shared, and squeezed his hand. Hardly eager for him to stop, she released her grip and lay back, confident in his acceptance of her, and enjoying the incredible ways he was touching her.

" ♪ For I... can't... help... ♪ " She closed her eyes and sighed as she anticipated the return of his affection. " ♪ ...falling in love with you... ♪ "

And her anticipation would be well rewarded. He rubbed her thighs firmly, and lowered his head in between her legs to lick and kiss at her. He teased at her and nibbled at her, warming her up while massaging her soft thighs.

Siren couldn't help but shiver. It seemed like every touch was magic. Maybe it was. Maybe their type differences had never been explored before. Maybe that was the key to true bliss.

She made a note to herself to do whatever she could to do to him what he was doing to her: tremble with anticipation.

It was becoming harder to sing at that point. Her voice was becoming more of a whimper and her eyes were clamped shut.

" ♪ Like a river flows... ♪ " A soft gasp from his touch. " ♪ ...surely to the sea... ♪ "

She loved singing. It was a passion she never got to share. But this was a new passion to which she was quickly taking a liking.

Edited (got a lyric wrong, oops) 2020-03-04 00:24 (UTC)

Quill licked and nibbled between Siren's legs for a little while longer, indulging and playing with her. Her gasps were delightful. Her song continued in earnest, and he admired her control, even as it waned. He played with her below for a little while longer, before lifting his head and kissing his way back up her belly towards her chest.

The need for a more intimate connection with him was becoming unbearable. Siren, uncharacteristic of her typical shyness, gripped him by the cheeks and leaned down to him, kissing him passionately. Her song didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that the two of them be together in the best way possible.

She wrapped her legs around his hips invitingly. She loved him so much, and it was the best way to her to indicate exactly how much she was opening herself up to him.

Quill couldn't agree more. As she reached for him and pulled him to her, Quill knelt between her legs, her grip pulling him in close. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back with hunger. And, lowering his hips to meet hers, Quill made love to her for the second time that night.

Quill had introduced Siren to a kind of ecstasy she'd never known was possible. Not only did she love him, not only did she feel the pleasure that came with that love, but she knew an introduction to that kind of pleasure would have meant nothing if it wasn't with him. Again, quite out of character for her when they'd finished, she sighed as she caught her breath again, stroking his cheek gently with her fingers.

"I don't know if it's apparent or if it should need saying, but you are very good."

She was perspiring. Something she rarely did. Either she avoided heat altogether or was simply running cold all the time. It was a relatively unfamiliar sensation for her. Yet, it wasn't unpleasant. It was a sign what they'd done was unique, and she was enjoying it.

"High praise indeed," Quill replied, smiling as he caught his breath from that wonderful exertion. He moved off of her to lay next to her again, arms around her middle to hug her. "In case you had any doubts... so are you. I'm enjoying this sort of training," he chuckled.

Siren let out a quiet laugh, gripping his wrist and holding his hand to her cheek fondly. She scooted up to him so their bodies were in full contact again, missing their connection already. She decided to mirror his comical approach to their experience. She wasn't used to making light of any situation, but he was making it so easy for her...

"Do you think you will be able to take on a Charizard at this point?"

Really? A Charizard would be a death wish, but it was asked in jest.

"Heh!" Quill laughed, arm around her waist to pull her body up against his, pressing his chest against hers, leg rubbing against hers. "If it was for you? I'd take on a hundred Charizards. And as good as I feel right now? I bet I could beat them," he teased.

Siren, at heart, wasn't much of a kidder, so the idea of him going up against a hundred Charizard made her worry. That was... just her. A worrier. She wrapped her free leg around his and looked him dead in the eye, probably more intensely than she intended. His safety was her primary concern at that point. She didn't want to lose him.

"But... you won't, will you?"

"Ah. No, I won't," he assured her, blushing a bit at her comment. "But I mean... If it meant protecting you, I'd do anything I had to. I just want you to know that. If I had to protect you, I would do whatever I had to."

Siren frowned. She should probably have been flattered—well, more than she was—but to think he'd assume she'd be all right without him was frustrating for her. She wasn't a fan of self-sacrifice. Not in her name, at least. She'd seen too many pokemon be sent out to attack her in the name of their trainers and faint to appreciate selflessness. Does no one realize how much it hurts the survivor to watch someone else get hurt?

Still, she held her tongue. She didn't want to ruin the moment. She just tried to focus on the sentiment. She hugged him close and responded softly, trying to hide her exacerbation.

"I would do the same for you."

Quill wondered if he'd said something wrong. He was truthful. He cared about her, and wanted to protect her for as long as he could. But... it seemed she didn't want to hear it. He squeezed Siren tighter.

An idea popped into his mind. "Though I suppose... The easiest way to protect you is to keep you right here," he suggested, giving her a playful smile and kissing her. "Right where I can keep an eye on you..." He whispered in her ear. "And make love to you over and over again."

Siren seemed to calm down when he hugged her. Honestly? It wasn't something she should worry about. It was a hypothetical she'd brought up herself anyway. She should have expected an answer that would upset her. It was her fault. So, she nuzzled his neck and hugged him back. She was feeling better already. As long as she didn't think of anyone hurting him.

"I would like that," she responded with a smile before she kissed him back.

At that point, there wasn't anything else she wanted to say except, "I love you."

"I love you too," he mumbled back in between loving kisses, fingers exploring her soft skin. Their closeness let Siren feel his body heat keenly, especially down below where she could feel him getting aroused again. "This is the best night of my life," he admitted.

'The best part?' Siren was immensely flattered. Surely he lived a more adventurous life than she had. Sure, she'd lived a long life, but at least he'd been around the world somewhat, experiencing different cultures and pokemon. She, on the other hand, had been holed up in a cave her entire life with nothing but a handful of water pokemon acquaintances.

She could feel his arousal and it made her even more admired, in a way. Why was his attraction so flattering to her? Was it because she'd been isolated for so long and hadn't known anything so rich in emotion? Or was it because she felt the same way about him?

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him with loving vigor, intending to convey the level of attraction to him she held. He was her favorite person. He had to know that. He had to.

Quill was amazed at how easily she brought this out of him. How she entranced him so easily, made him feel like this. He needed her, he thought. In every way imaginable. He rubbed her back, sharing the heat of his body with her as they pressed together and kissed with hunger. "Mmph..." He mumbled against her lips. "Can I...?" he asked her between needy kisses, hoping she had enough of her strength back for another joining.

If Siren was honest with herself, she knew she did indeed need it one more time. She was exhausted physically, but emotionally, she couldn't get enough of him. She felt it was a long time coming, that they'd held back for far longer than they should have, and that this night was making up for all the waiting and pining.

Without hesitation or prompting, she rolled herself on top of him, proceeding with their affectionate gestures with kisses from his lips, down his cheek, and down to his neck.

What was it about this encounter that was making her so daring? She decided she'd figure it out later. In that moment, showing him how much she loved him was all that mattered.

"Tell me how much you love me."

She knew it was a presumptuous thing to say. She knew she would regret it in the morning. But she couldn't help herself. She wanted to hear it from him, in that moment.

Quill adored her confidence, and this was such a powerful turn-on for him. As if everything she did wasn't already having that effect... He lifted his hands to rub her hips. "More than anything," he told her honestly. "You're what was missing from my life... I want to be with you, Siren."

Siren halted her kissing session to hover over him and soak in all the nice things he'd just said to her. She pressed her forehead to his and confessed her feelings in the best words she could.

"And you mine," she said quietly. She leaned down and pressed her cheek against his, whispering in his ear. "I want to be with you too..."

She laid herself down on top of him and cupped his face as she rested on her elbows.

"...however you like."

"Always," he told her quietly, kissing her lips softly. He wrapped his arms around her middle, and slowly, tenderly, they made love one more time. It was a patient, caring time for them, and Quill adored her with soft kisses. They would be sore the next day. But as far as Quill was concerned, it would all be worth it.

When it was all over, and they were covered in sweat and satisfaction, Quill lay with her again, heart racing, hugging her warmly. He didn't want the moment to end at all. He could just stay here the rest of his life.

"...Your roommate might be back soon," he finally admitted, breathing a disappointed sigh.

She didn't want to admit it, but—

"You're right. Perhaps we should go about making ourselves decent."

She had every intent to roll over and reach for her clothes, but she couldn't get herself to. She was too attached to him, too enamored. Though she had managed to separate herself from him for a moment, all it made her do was miss him, so she turned back and hugged him closer, burying her face in his chest.

"I don't want you to go," she mumbled into his bare chest. Their intimacy had left an imprint on her at that point. She tried to hold back tears, but she was unsuccessful. She genuinely didn't want him to leave. She loved him so much. They had shared something so genuine, so tender, that to think it was over was killing her inside.

"Please don't go."

Quill wanted to will himself to go pick up his clothes from the floor, but it WAS too pleasant there in Siren's grip. "I have to," he sighed in disappointment, reaching for her and clinging to her tightly. He thought it over.

"My roommate is never in," he finally commented. "If we get dressed quick, we can go there. And then I can UNdress you again."

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