To Have Lost and to Love

The kiss was hesitant at first. But only at first. The slow, halting approach of their lips, the hesitation before actually meeting. But after that the emotions sparked into a raging fire. Ahsch could see, quite literally, the desperation in Avery's every movement. Her desire to be honest. Her regret at not doing so - with him or herself - before she lost him. Her relief at having him back. Her determination to hold on this time.

For Ahsch, it was a realization months in the making. Certainly, theirs had been a marriage of convenience and opportunity. They hardly hated each other and got along quiet well, and it hadn't taken long for Ahsch's affection to become something more. For him to fall in love. He had his regrets as well, most prominent being that he held himself back from being honest with Avery because he had assumed she felt differently. He felt no small amount of relief at finally having his wish for a closer relationship be realized, and his feelings reciprocated.

After several long, blissful moments, Avery all but crawled into Ahsch's lap, straddling him and beginning to paw at his clothes; it didn't take him but a moment to return the favor, and their hands pulled and pushed, swiftly moving obstructive cloth out of the way and baring their skin to each other. Taking the lead, Ahsch began to kiss down, his lips trailing across her jaw, down her neck, and finding a home in the hollow where her neck and shoulder met just as her shirt hit the floor. Even as Avery continued, almost frantically, to remove their clothing, Ahsch's hands caressed her back and sides, one coming up and around to gently cup and squeeze one of her perfectly perky tits; the other stroked up and down her back, going a little lower each time, until finally wrapping around the base of her tail. She all but growled at that, and the thin, whiplike appendage wrapped a couple times around his hand in return.

Ahsch turned his head, lightly kissing and nipping at Avery's neck, his tongue darting out to lick away the marks of his sharper bites. Despite his distractions, she managed to get all of her clothes off and fully pressed against him, grinding her hips against his lap - and his firm erection. "Get up," she hissed, then gasped as he did so, standing and helping her to wrap her legs around his waist. The feeling of her hot, wet pussy pressed against his belly made the strain in Ahsch's pants even worse, and he quickly shucked them off, stepped out of them, and made his way over to his desk.

Not willing to wait, Avery's tail slipped down and around his cock, lightly stroking several times before she wiggled down, arching and twisting just so, until the tip of Ahsch's cock nudged against her lower lips. With a purred moan, she dropped her hips as he took a step, engulfing his length in a smooth, graceful motion that spectacularly showcased her dancer's flexibility. Ahsch groaned, then leaned over and pushed Avery against the desk, giving her neck an especially sharp nip. She openly moaned, reveling at the sensations, then gasped and gave a small cry as he began to pump his hips, slowly, steadily drawing out, before he reversed both direction and method, and plunged back in at full speed.

"Fuck!" Avery hissed, her back arching and her tail wrapping around his thigh. As Ahsch leaned down and caught a nipple between his teeth, se groaned. "More," she begged. Demanded.

Smirking, Ahsch gave her a couple fast, rough pumps, then slowed on the next plunge, drawing a long, keening whine from Avery. It broke off into a plaintive gasp when he was fully settled in her and suddenly pulled back, his length slipping out in less than a second, only to once again slowly drive into her.

"Please," she gasped, her cunt clenching just as he filled her. "Don't tease me." Ahsch could feel her legs, which tensed around his waist, yet never gripped him tight. She never pulled him in or forced his pace, despite the fact that Avery was undoubtedly the stronger of the two of them.

Ahsch's next thrust was another slow, languid one, and it made Avery squirm and shake. Regretfully, he gave her nipple one last suck, then moved up to whisper in her ear. "But I love teasing the woman I love."

"Fuck!" Avery's cry was long and drawn out, her body vibrating as she came. Ahsch stared at her, caught off-guard by the sudden orgasm. It had happened just as he became fully sheathed inside her, and she was sensitive, but not that sensitive... except he could tell this one was different. It felt... deeper. More intimate. More... emotional.

He could probably blame the rhythmic, pulsing clenches of her pussy on his subsequent orgasm, but he knew it was the realization that he'd set her over the edge with his words.

Love was a powerful thing, after all.

They continued for a while, uninterrupted. Ahsch drove them to mutual orgasm once more with Avery lain over the desk, before she shifted up and took control for a time, pushing him back into his chair and taking him for a slow, deliberate, pulsing, primal ride as she danced in his lap, their bodies always connected. When he all but melted onto the floor after that orgasm, they spooned laying down, Ahsch gently grinding into her from behind, before she straddled him again and gently, softly rode him, more rocking and thrusting her hips back and forth and in circles than any up-and-down.

Serendipitously, their final, joint climax as Ahsch drove into her with her legs up on his shoulders was when knowledge flooded into him. The knowledge of Avery's Innate Magic to affect the attention of others. His heart clenched at that, even as the slowly collapsed, holding each other close and lightly kissing. The magic itself was useful, but the intent that allowed him to learn it - the trust and intimacy Avery allowed - was clear.

"Did you... get something?" she asked, panting, her hand caressing his hair.

"Yes," he replied, hugging her closer. "I did."

She hummed quietly. "Good." Ahsch could feel her smirk. "Want some more?"

He chuckled. "Yes, but..." he propped himself up to look at her. "We should get some sleep."

Avery pouted. "Fine," she eventually agreed, then moved to disentangle from Ahsch, only to be stopped. She frowned at him.

"Together," Ahsch suggested.

A look crossed Avery's face. "That... I'm not sure..."

"I know you have nightmares," he interrupted her. "I... the night of the ball..."

"I knew I forgot to... but wait, I didn't... usually I wake up at some point..."

"I... I might have... Dreamweaved..." Ahsch admitted.

Avery frowned at him. "But... you weren't there when I woke up, and I know how heavy of a sleeper you are, and you've told me how much you struggle to drag yourself out of Dreamweave if you're asleep..." her eyes opened in shock. "Don't tell me you stayed up all night!" Something in the sheepish look Ahsch gave her tipped her off. "You idiot! You need to sleep too!"

Ahsch nodded. "I know, and... well, even if you don't want me to Dreamweave every night..."

"I don't, you shouldn't need..." Ahsch held up a hand to stop her.

"I have an idea how to make sure you have pleasant dreams, even if I'm gone." He went on to explain the gift that his mother and father had given the twins - the dreamskein. Normally a hrafthi was needed to draw the sleeping minds into the dreams, but given Avery already knew how to Daydreamweave, Ahsch was pretty sure he could eventually teach Avery a spell version of Dreamweave.