[ The press of his leg between her thighs makes her weak, hips twitching a little, then rolling into the curve of his skin, a soft noise in her throat at the surge of pleasure, the pang of pain in her stomach, and the absence of his mouth from her neck. She asked the question that demanded it, yet she looks at him like he just dared to take away the last drop of water on Earth.
I'm always gonna find you, Cellar. Her heart sinks at that, jolted by the reminder of what he is to her — and what she is to him — in this game, a hunter who made good on a promise — a threat. Her mind screams that he was made to devour her; her body insists that this is how the torture ends.
Like it's been conditioned, written into her, Saber nears in and her hand grabs the back of his neck. Her lips are parted, her eyes on his mouth before they make contact; brows drawn together, lashes wet when pain shoots through her like a whip, Cellar closes the distance with a sob, kissing him desperately. ]
It fucking hurts, [ She speaks into the embrace, voice weak, pleading for a cure. ] Can you make it stop?
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I'm always gonna find you, Cellar. Her heart sinks at that, jolted by the reminder of what he is to her — and what she is to him — in this game, a hunter who made good on a promise — a threat. Her mind screams that he was made to devour her; her body insists that this is how the torture ends.
Like it's been conditioned, written into her, Saber nears in and her hand grabs the back of his neck. Her lips are parted, her eyes on his mouth before they make contact; brows drawn together, lashes wet when pain shoots through her like a whip, Cellar closes the distance with a sob, kissing him desperately. ]
It fucking hurts, [ She speaks into the embrace, voice weak, pleading for a cure. ] Can you make it stop?