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OH THAT'S A SPICY MEATBALL

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[his talons are tearing at her dress, little rips and tears getting bigger the more he runs his claws over her, until they're basically tatters, and he mouths and bites at her neck as his thrusts get swifter and harder]

Close--

[She gasps and shivers harder, rocking back against him in small motions, her own claws carding through his feathers]

Good... c-come on... I need... to feel you...

[he groans and bites the side of her neck, worrying it with his teeth as his hips thrust up, basking in the throes of pleasure for a few more moments before he comes, pressed deep]

[The scrape of his teeth sends sharper waves of heat through her and pushes her over the edge again, and she tightens around him as he comes, mouthing his name again, though barely any voice comes out behind it.]

Glory--

[he pants her name into her ear as he rides the high of his climax, the feeling her tighten around him prolonging it, until he collapses with a gasp]

[She buries her face into his shoulder, her breath coming shallow and uneven even as she slowly recovers, but eventually she manages to murmur roughly]

Raven. I love you.

[he's doing the same, nuzzling at the crook of her neck where he bit, mouthing at the marks lightly]

... and I, you.

[She makes an incoherent noise at that, too, different from the ones she's been making. This one is more emotional, overwhelmed.]

[it takes him a moment to register the change, and then he's lifting his head, just enough to gently nudge her forehead with his]

Glory?

I'm—

[It sounds like she's about to say "I'm fine," but she stops and is silent for a moment, keeping her head firmly ducked against his shoulder, before continuing, much more quietly]

I... I don't know what to do with it. With how much I feel for you.

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... does it burden you?

[that makes her head jerk up to look at him]

No!

[her eyes are wide and alarmed for a moment, and then her expression dissolves into something else as she struggles for words]

It—if anything it's the opposite. I don't know how to describe it... it's like... it makes me feel so light and happy, when you say you love me. Like... like nothing else ever. Like if I have that feeling it can carry me through anything.

But if I let it carry me, then... I'll get carried away... It'll be too much, and if I lose it, I'll fall... But it doesn't matter, because I can't do anything about it. You can knock me off my feet with a few words, like it's nothing.

...

What if you don't? Get carried away and fall, that is.

[her mouth opens and then closes again a few times]

...I don't know. What happens then...?

... I don't know either.

[makes another noise, half snort and half something else]

You're supposed to be the one who knows about these things.

Am I? I don't recall saying anything about that.

You've read all your books and poems.

That doesn't give me all the answers to life's mysteries. If it did, perhaps I'd have an easier time of things.

[brushes some hair from her face]

I think... it's alright... to let yourself be happy, even if things are... uncertain. That is something... I'm struggling with, myself.

[She tilts her head into the motion as she thinks about that for a few seconds]

...It's not just that. If I feel that strongly, I feel like... I should be doing something about it. More than just telling you I love you too. More than... even this.

But I don't know what that is... that would show you how I feel, and not... mess things up.

You don't have to measure yourself against anyone. Especially not me. The way you are... is part of why... I love you. I don't need you... to change anything about yourself... for me. If you wish to change, that's one thing, but... you're not lacking when it comes to expressing your feelings.

...You can say that. People say that a lot—that I'm fine at expressing my feelings—and then five minutes later I tell them something about my feelings and they say... oh, I didn't know you felt like that.

I don't know... if you really know. And... I want to show you more, either way.

... then, show me.

I don't know how.

You shouldn't let that stop you. Do you think any of the rest of this family thinks before they try something?

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