Silvertip Mountain [m]Snuggled up

He could tell when it was right, suddenly things just felt better - though she seemed to find it a shock. He didn't feel as though he was, well - for lack of a better phrase - coming up against a brick wall any more. The motion continued and FitzDutiful began to get into it, still he held himself back; so terrified of hurting his precious Zaria. She leant into him, telling him to move.

The last bit of encouragement broke down his wall.

With a snarl, he let down that barrier and gave it his all. He nipped at her neck, wanting to dominate her, to show the world that she was his. His breathing became laboured and all the feelings intensified immensely. It was enjoyable.

In the aftermath, they stayed locked together. FitzDutiful had never understood why this happened but he didn't try to struggle against it like last time, he stayed where he was; careful to support as much of his weight as he could. "I liked that" he whispered to her, feeling as though talking in normal tones would disrupt too much of the emotion that was swirling around him.

He wanted to ask if she had, if it had been okay, if he had done it right, if he had hurt her. Yet he felt a connection now, a sense that if something wasn't okay she'd tell him.