[ She keeps them there, nails digging in inbetween the moments her grip slips and slides across his body for a moment before they return, always. She can feel his shields fracturing, slides inbetween the edges with almost gleeful abandon even if she's careful about the moment she opens her mind up in turn and lets him see precisely how pleased she is with this moment, how good it feels and how much she cares about him and the way her body is taking everything he's giving her and turning it into pleasure. The words continue unabated, more and more effort required even for the syllables of his name and the quiet short phrases of encouragement but still absolutely worth it. She wants this, wants him, so badly. Every time he thrusts harder it jars a little whimper from him, pushing down against it, asking for more with her lips and her body. ]
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