[ Her kiss is sloppy, wanting too much, hurting too much. Any training she's had to withstand pain never included the other factor at play here, destabilizing her mind, weakening every defense, welcoming his touch no matter how painful or unbearably good. Cellar twitches against his fingers, too, thoughts scattered and frantic, a wild bird in a cage after a beast swats at the bars keeping it safe. (Keeping it trapped.) ]
Will that help?
[ She knows and she wants it to, yet the side that sought guidance from Saber last month — the man forbidden from being her mentor because Great stepped in first — floats right back up to the surface, making her sound pathetic and sweet. Her reaction to his bite follows, a sound that never quite makes it past her lips, cut short with a gasp. Legs weak, fingers tense, Cellar starts to make herself limp, biting her lower lip to endure what he's giving her as she tries to drag them both down, where he can have her on her back or on her stomach. She can do this — she's been through worse. Saber has rescued her from worse. That's what he's doing now. That's what he always does when she calls. He makes it all better. ]
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Will that help?
[ She knows and she wants it to, yet the side that sought guidance from Saber last month — the man forbidden from being her mentor because Great stepped in first — floats right back up to the surface, making her sound pathetic and sweet. Her reaction to his bite follows, a sound that never quite makes it past her lips, cut short with a gasp. Legs weak, fingers tense, Cellar starts to make herself limp, biting her lower lip to endure what he's giving her as she tries to drag them both down, where he can have her on her back or on her stomach. She can do this — she's been through worse. Saber has rescued her from worse. That's what he's doing now. That's what he always does when she calls. He makes it all better. ]