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Could've Gone Mad	By : dezzu Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 13094 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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On an ordinary day, Rey finds a mysterious stranger.

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Evening on Jakku, Rey's home

Rey hummed a soft tune to herself as she ate her meager evening meal seated against the wall outside the foot of her AT-AT, and made a mental note to remember to check her remaining supplies before work in the morning.

Most days, the hours spent scavenging and getting to know the technical aspects of everything she touched were fun to her. The scarce rewards of her work, and time spent surveying and securing her home every day had become a matter of simple fact and nearly mindless routine.

Her daily rations could be considered the only form of recognition (it would be a real stretch to call it praise) that she received from anyone. Deep down, though, she wanted more – more friendship, more food...but she knew that keeping her expectations low in all things would keep her from feeling disappointment.

If she had wanted to adopt the more underhanded techniques of securing valuable items to trade for rations, which she didn't, she could have more resources at her disposal. Believing that her family would return for her someday drove her belief that her resiliance, hard work and honesty would make them proud of her when they were finally reunited.

Flashes of her last moments with them entered her mind as she used a tool to mark the current day with a small slash on a wall inside the AT-AT. She didn't allow her eyes to wander over hundreds of similar marks that had come before it and turned away quickly. She put away the remains of her rations and dishes, and prepared to do one final check over the land around her home before sealing it up for the evening.

The air outside was becoming a bit hazy with the approaching sundown, and Rey started her usual checks around the exposed parts of the AT-AT. As she began her curcuit, she expected (well, hoped) to see a speeder or two making its way in the distance at some point; perhaps even a puff of sand from some creature surfacing. Little things like those would add a little harmless excitement to her evening. What she certainly didn't expect was to find a man...a human man...sitting against the backside of the AT-AT's rear foot as she came around it.

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Rey backed up a few paces and held her staff firmly in front of her. "Who are you?" she demanded cooly of the man who, in her opinion, was sitting much too casually and closely to where she had been eating just moments before, completely oblivious to his presence.

His head was slightly bowed, with long and slightly wavy black hair obscuring his face from her. His arms were supported by his raised and bent knees, his feet flat on the ground.

While she waited for his response, her eyes rapidly scanned his seated form. He was completely covered from his neck to his feet and hands in rough, black material of different weights and textures. He has to be sweltering, she thought. All signs that she could see pointed towards him being a young man in rather good shape – he seemed to be tall, lanky, and not heavily muscled.

When he didn't immediately answer her, Rey took a deep breath and blurted, "Are you...alive?" Her face scrunched a little as she cringed at her own stilted delivery.

His head suddenly jerked up, and she finally got a full view of his face. He looks so tired, was all that entered her mind as her dark eyes made contact with his. He blinked lazily at her, and her eyes furtively scanned his face for any sign of, well, anything. Her eyes fixed on his lips, momentarily fascinated by their shape. Her breath caught as they started to part, and her eyes darted back up to make contact with his.

"..."

Nothing came out of his parted lips, and his eyes rolled back before his lids fluttered closed. His head rolled slightly, but he didn't completely keel over like Rey thought he would. She sighed both inwardly and outwardly. Just...great. The sun would be going down in just a few minutes, and she couldn't just leave him out here...

Rey gathered all of her courage and crouched down beside him. She lifted his nearest arm over her shoulders and slipped her other arm behind his back, tensed and lifted him as much to his feet as she could. Gods, he's heavy! She lunged forward clumsily, trying not to drop him and her staff, and began staggering with her black-clothed burden towards the entrance to her home.

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2 weeks later

Rey sighed and tried not to slam her hand down too hard on the counter as she received her portion packets for the day. She was tired, and having to share what little she could get with her "houseguest" was starting to take a physical and mental toll on her.

After securing her speeder outside her AT-AT, Rey found him sitting outside the open door in nearly the same pose she had found him in weeks before, only his head was up and he was staring at her as she approached. She noticed his lips quirked a little as she got closer, like he was almost about to smile.

She felt like his eyes were searching hers for something, but she couldn't tell what. She did smile fully – though the smile felt a little strained – at him in return. She had wanted companionship all her life, and now she seemed to have it, though it was costing her dearly in food. His eyes skimmed over her form briefly before he stood up and stepped aside for her. This "welcome home" interaction seemed to repeat itself between them every day, and she had started to welcome it.

He had rarely spoken to her since waking up about a day after she had brought him inside and tried to revive him with the little bit of extra food and water she had. She hadn't found any injuries on him, but she thought that he might be suffering from some memory issues. She had asked him many, many questions over the last two weeks, and he had refused to answer them all, unless they were related to the state of their living quarters. She had considered many times that maybe he's just a jerk because he wouldn't answer her questions, no matter how much energy she put behind demanding answers.

"Have you seen anyone today?"

"No."

She knew that if she pushed past that type of question, she wouldn't get an answer. She didn't even know his name. She could have been clever and come up with a nickname for him, but she felt that she couldn't...none of the ones that she came up with seemed to suit him. If she gave him a teasing sort of nickname and then found out that he did indeed have memory loss, she'd just feel terrible.

Before setting down her staff and the notably too-light sack containing their rations, she quickly looked him over as he walked through the doorway. She had sold most of his absurd clothing to traders in exchange for more rations for them both, so he was clothed simply in his undershirt, pants and boots. He had lost a bit of weight since his arrival in her home, but didn't seem to be losing muscle. She didn't know what he did while she was off scavenging. Maybe he just works on his muscles all day. She had to admit to herself that she didn't find that small fantasy unpleasant in the least.

When she was at home, she couldn't help that he had become the sole focus of her attention – until she knew more about him, she felt like he was completely her responsibility.

As he moved about the small space, turning things on and bringing out dishes for their evening meal, her eyes remained fixed on him. As he bent down to pick up the sack she had dropped by the door, she couldn't help but notice how his muscles moved under his clothing. He caught her eyes as he stood up and held her gaze for a moment, then broke it and resumed his preparations.

She had given him tasks like fixing their meals and tidying up – little things that, in her mind, were meant to initially make him earn his keep, but since he had done them every day without question or hesitation, those little actions had become bigger in meaning – endearing, even – to her.

Rey hadn't grown up around other humans; while she had tons of experience in reading the expressions, vocal patterns and body languages of many types of aliens in her time on Jakku, her exposure to human behavior was extremely limited. She could only seem to note the differences in the way he looked and interacted with her since she had found him, though she didn't know what the changes really meant.

She found his gaze to be increasingly...intense...whenever they made eye contact, and while she was guilty of looking at him a great deal, she found that there were very few times when she was home that he wasn't looking at her. The cold of the AT-AT at night would wake her frequently, and if she happened to be looking in the direction of his sleeping area, she'd catch the glint from his dark eyes in the dim light. It didn't frighten her as much as she thought it would.

If he felt aggression towards her or had bad intentions, why wait so long to act?

They ate their meal just outside of the doorway in their usual silence, though it was ocassionaly broken by Rey humming a little melody she had made up. After she finished, he gently took her plate from her hands and moved inside. She mumbled "Thank you..." to his retreating form and sat outside for a few minutes longer, gazing into the horizon for the little things she always searched for. She stood up, brushed off her pants and moved inside with the intent to make her little daily mark on the wall - one of her automatic little tasks that she never put off.

She grasped the little tool she always used and stepped up to the depressingly and decreasingly empty space of wall to make the mark, but before the tool could make contact with the surface, his hand closed firmly around her wrist.

I didn't even hear or feel or him move behind me!

Startled and letting her defenses kick in without thinking, she placed her foot on the wall and pushed all her weight back against him, trying to knock him backwards so she could spin to face him. She didn't need to do it; he had stepped back in anticipation and loosened his grip on her wrist so that she could turn around and face him fully.

She wasn't sure what to make of the expression in his eyes – sorrow? – but she was furious at his intrusion into her daily ritual.

"What are you doing?!" she scoffed, and jerked her arm to try to break out of his grip. He kept his hand clasped firmly around her wrist and stepped forward, using his advantage in height and muscle to press her back against the wall.

He managed to get ahold of her other wrist as she brought it up to strike at him; he had both of her arms and her whole body lightly pinned against the wall by using the whole length of his taut form to hold her in place.

Her eyes stung with the intensity of her anger torwards him in that moment, and her mind swung to trying to figure out how to punish him for interrupting her ritual...and she realized a heartbeat later that instead what she really should be feeling was fear. She had let this unknown man into her home, and now he was forcing her into a position that she didn't go into willingly. But something made her pause...his eyes.

The look of what she thought was sorrow was still there, but behind that, the intensity she had noticed over the last few days was building with a vengeance, and his face was just inches from hers.

Why is he so close...

"Rey."

She gasped, her anger evaporating in an instant. He'd never said her name before. His voice sounded deep and almost affectionate to her ears, and her eyes dropped to gaze at his lips in case he said anything else.

She noticed that he was panting slightly from their little tussle earlier, as was she. Her heart, which had been beating a little fast before was now beginning to race, and she was starting to feel all of the muscle that she had been admiring earlier pressed against the whole length of her.

It was the closest physical contact she'd had to him since carrying him inside weeks ago, and she found that despite being trapped where she was, she wasn't in a hurry to get away.

When he didn't immediately say anything else, her eyes were drawn back up to his. Gazing into them, she felt something akin to fire starting to lick her insides.

"I want to give you something."

That startled her a little. Give me something? He didn't have anything. She gave him a questioning look, but stayed silent. She had relaxed an incremental amount against him, and he shifted a little against her. He released the pressure on her wrists and slowly slid his palms up her arms, making her shudder from the contact against the parts of her skin that were exposed to his touch.

One hand dropped back down, and his arm suddenly snaked around her lower back, pulling her lower half impossibly close to his. He pressed his other hand gently against her cheek, his thumb lightly caressing the skin under her cheekbone. She stared at him in disbelief, not knowing what he could possibly be working towards. Did he just want to hold her? Touch her?

She was afraid to blink, and her eyes remained wide open as his face inched closer to hers, his lips parted and his warm breath ghosting over her lips. When those lips that she had stared at so often finally made contact with her own, Rey panicked and jerked against him. He pressed his hand more fully onto her cheek, and something happened - she froze. I can't move! her mind screamed.

He pulled away slightly and mumbled softly, "Relax for me."

Whatever had invisibly taken hold of her entire body relaxed its grip, as did his hand against her cheek. Her eyelids drooped and moments later slid completely shut, as his lips dove in at that moment to press gently against hers once more. His strong lips seemed to be holding her captive, and they slid against hers in a way she found soothing, and something else...

She felt herself beginning to tremble from the building intensity of the alien feelings running rampant through her. She balled her hands into fists, wanting to do something – grip something – with them, but not knowing what.

"Touch me."

He had pulled back from her lips, and she immediately found herself missing the sensations they had been drawing out of her. Her eyes opened and found him gazing at her with what she could only describe as heat.

His hand dropped from her cheek and gently gripped her wrist, and he brought her hand up to his face. She relaxed her fingers and hesitated just a moment before touching her fingertips to his skin. Curious, she traced upwards along the strong line of his jaw and then lightly caressed him in the same way he had her. His eyes seemed to suddenly get darker, and he quickly lowered his face to aggressively capture her lips again in his own.

A moan worked its way out of her throat as his body pulled back and then crashed against hers in time to the movement of his lips. Her head seemed to want to tilt on its own to angles that gave him different or better access to what he wanted. Through her parted lips, he slipped his tongue inside, stroking her much smaller appendage and along the roof of her mouth, which made her moan even louder.

Oh gods. She felt hot; her heart seemed to be beating in her ears; her clothing suddenly felt way too tight and constricting, and she found herself thoroughly enjoying the friction of his body moving against hers. His hand on her lower back had dropped down to her ass, and he seemed pleased with the cheek that he was gripping and keading while he continued the assault on her mouth. His other hand had moved behind her head to lightly grip her neck. She grabbed his upper arms, digging her fingers into them for fear of collapsing. Her knees felt so weak.

Whatever was happening between them, her affection-starved mind and body wanted more of it.

Night had fallen completely outside the AT-AT, but the door was still open. Rey hadn't noticed until now, when he suddenly released her from his hold and stepped back. She watched him from her position against the wall, her chest heaving, as he turned away from her and pulled the door shut, locking it.

She felt like an animal being hunted in the slow way he approached her again, his hands relaxed and held slightly away from the sides of his body. His chest was also heaving slightly, his lips were parted and his eyes were roving hungrily over her face and chest as he drew closer.

"Take your clothes off."

For what felt like the 50th time that evening, Rey gazed at him with a little bit of shock. The word "But..." formed and almost flew from her open lips, but she hesitated. He had only shown her gentleness. He claimed to have something to give her, and if it was more of this type of attention – the kind that was making her feel more alive than she could ever remember feeling – she wanted it. And if taking her clothes off meant having his strong hands on her bare skin...

She took a step away from the wall and started undoing the small ties and clasps on the top part of her scavenging outfit. It opened and she let it drop off her shoulders, exposing her midriff and the wrap that held her breasts down tightly against her chest. She shot a quick glance at him and noticed his eyes scanning her now exposed torso; she felt her face and neck grow impossibly hot under his gaze.

After she undid the wraps on her arms, he stepped towards her and gently took the garments from her hands, then set them down on the table. Rey wasn't used to taking off her boots and pants standing up, and felt a little silly, so she crossed the room and sat down on her bed on the floor, facing him.

He swiftly crossed the room and knelt down in front of her, his fingers expertly undoing the ties and clasps of her boots. He really has been watching me, she thought. He pulled the boots gently off her and then firmly tugged on the legs of her pants. Rey yelped and found herself being pulled towards him while at the same time falling flat on her back, her pants slipping off her in the blink of an eye, leaving her only in her underclothes.

Is he laughing?! she thought incrediously. His chest seemed to be shaking a bit, and his lips quirked as he stood up, then turned to toss her pants with the rest of her clothes on the table a short distance away. He seemed to loom over her from her position on her bed on the floor. He reached down and grabbed the edges of his undershirt, then pulled it up and over his head, exposing his bare, leanly muscled chest to her. Her breathing started to quicken again, and she found herself suddenly feeling a little jittery and just a bit apprehensive.

His boots came off quickly and were tossed aside; as he undid the ties of his pants, he found and held her gaze. She thought that his eyes seemed softer as he looked down on her, and she started thinking about how his lips made her feel earlier. She didn't drop her eyes when she heard the rustle of his pants hitting the floor, and as he stepped towards her and knelt down again, she kept her eyes locked onto his. She wasn't sure why she couldn't look away, but something inside of her told her that as long as she held her eyes to his, he would give her more of what she wanted.

"My beautiful little scavenger..."

His whispered words filled her with a surge of emotion that made her chest tighten and her eyes water at the same time. Her arms opened and reached out for him, and he immediately surged into them, pushing her back flush against the thin mattress. He supported himself with one arm next to her neck, the other hand gripping her thigh and beckoning her legs to part. Without really knowing why she was doing it, she followed his direction and he was again giving her that friction that she craved, shifting his hips against her and grinding the hard evidence of his manhood between her thighs. She could feel her own wetness through the tight, hip-hugging undergarment she wore.

His lips found hers and seemed hotter and more forceful than before; he was taking shallow, panting breaths between attacks on her lips, and moved down to start giving her neck the same passionate treatment. She arched underneath of him, his hot breath and lips on her neck sending pinpricks of pleasure radiating down her neck and straight into the tips of her breasts.

She felt like her breasts wanted to break through their thin covering, her chest was arched so tautly. His nimble fingers went to work on the fabric, finding where it was tied and pulling it loose. Her small breasts were suddenly free to the open air, and she softly cried out as the cold hit her overly senstive flesh. His mouth found hers again, and he lowered himself onto her, covering her chilled form with his own. She wrapped her arms hungrily around him, one of her hands finding its way into his hair, gripping tightly as their tongues met and fought within her mouth.

He moaned into her then, and the sound caused a fresh flood of what she now recognized as want and wetness between her legs. She felt like she was going mad; she felt empty there, and wanted to feel filled in the same way her mouth was being filled by his hot, probing tongue. He broke away from her, burning a path down her neck again with his lips, then her chest, where he lightly sucked one of her buds into his hot mouth. She bit her lip to hold back another cry and arched towards the warmth his mouth offered. He gave her other bud the same gentle treatment and moved down further.

Now on his hands and knees, and no longer trapped between her gripping thighs, he ran one of his hands down her hip and then back up her side, gently cupping her breast and ghosting his thumb over her bud. She arched gently at his touch, and he ran his fingers lightly down her stomach to rest at her hip. His other hand lifted her ass upwards and she obliged him; he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her undergarment and then leaned back, pulling it down her legs to her feet.

He lifted one of her legs gently behind the knee and leaned forward; suddenly, his mouth and tongue were gently sucking and probing one of her most intimate places, and she couldn't hold back her surprised cry. Her hips surged off the floor and his hands tightened their grip on her, holding her where he wanted her. His lips and tongue slid easily through the wetness that had accumulated there, and his tongue dipped into her pulsing entrance, making her buck her hips and cry out again from the intensity of the sensation he caused. He continued to flick and dip his tongue against her entrance, the tension in her body forming what felt like a tightening coil in her abdomen.

Her hips wouldn't stop trying to move within his strong hands, and she felt tears starting to stream down her cheeks. What is going on? She felt split in half mentally by the building intensity of the sensations his tongue was wreaking on her, and the desire to have something, anything, filling the emptiness inside of her.

Suddenly, her mind felt blank, white, the intense pleasure radiating from her core seemed to become a focused pulsing, and she cried out breathlessly as her whole body arched in pleasure. The intensity of the sensation from her core was quickly fading, but a gentle pulsing remained as he lifted his face from between her thighs and slowly slid his body up hers.

She gazed lazily up at him, her cheeks hot and her lips parted and panting.

"Lovely..."

He licked his lips, gazing down at her with a hunger that she was surprised to see exceeded what he had shown to her earlier.

He reached up then, and touched her cheek lightly with his fingertips as he had before. He gently tilted her head to the side, so that his lips were directly over her ear, and began to whisper softly to her – about how much he wanted to please her, always, and show her how he felt about her. Her body yielded easily to the unspoken commands being issued by his other hand, which was gently guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist. She felt him press the tip of his manhood, which it briefly occurred to her that she hadn't seen yet, at her entrance.

With a sudden surge of his hips, he was fully seated inside of her, and she was left gasping for breath. She felt so full, and her body arched taut against his, trying to pull away, but he held her hip firmly against his own as she squirmed. She wasn't in pain, but the sensation of having something...someone...inside of her was so strange. She was having trouble making out his whispered words as her brain tried to sort out what was happening.

"Trust me, Rey."

His softly spoken words had something of a calming effect on her, and she tried to relax. "I...please...." She didn't know what she was trying to ask, and felt so uncertain, though she couldn't begin to articulate why.

"I'll show you."

Yet again, his fingertips were pressing gently against her face, only this time, she felt something. It was...him...she could suddenly see him, but not the him that was directly above her, inside of her...but the him who watched her leave every day, the him who sat in front of her door, occassionly breaking off his waiting for her return to do the tasks she wanted him to, increasingly afraid that she wouldn't return to him some day. His growing need for her, emotionally and physically, seemed to flood from the images of him directly into her mind. He had felt what he thought was love and lust for a few women before, but never with the intensity he felt for her. He had never met anyone like her, anyone as strong, caring, honest and beautiful. He wanted to give her everything she had ever wanted, and even what she didn't know she could want – starting with what he knew how to give her tonight.

She gasped as her vision swam and whatever mental connection he had created between them had ceased. She felt a gentle surge of something move through her that felt like light, and then it was gone.

"The Force..." he whispered. "Don't be afraid. I feel it, too."

He then leaned down and gently captured her lips, and suddenly her attention was completely focused on him again. She found herself wondering just what was happening whenever he touched her.

As he moved his lips against hers, her mind seemed to slip instantly into bliss and her eyes slid shut. He slyly dipped his tongue between her lips to tangle with hers, and she wrapped her arms loosely around his shoulders; he also began to move his hips in a slow rhythm against her, pulling his hard, hot length partially from her body and then sliding it back deep inside of her. Every time he surged forward, she felt him touch a spot inside of her that seemed to shoot tingling heat directly up her spine.

He began to quicken the pace, his lips seeming to eat up the small sounds she started to make with each thrust of his pistoning hips. She broke the contact between them to cry out something she had seen during their connection – his name.

"Kylo....!"

That seemed to cause some kind of break inside of him; he pulled out of her, roughly rolled her over and pulled her onto her hands and knees before she could blink. Her skin burned from the contact with the rough fabric of her thin mattress as he pulled her towards him by her hips, his fingertips digging into her soft flesh. Her body seemed to know what was going to happen next, even if her mind didn't; her entrance throbbed in one hard pulse, and she surprised herself by releasing something between a moan and a whine as she waited for his next move.

His fingers relaxed their grip on her hips, and he slid them slowly up her body as his manhood gently slid back and forth between her thighs, getting coated in her wetness. He gently cupped her breasts, lightly gripping and massaging them with his fingertips as he leaned down and whispered darkly into her ear.

"Yesss....that is the name of the man who is going to fuck you, Rey."

He leaned back on his knees, pulling his hands along her sides and dragging his thumbs along her lower back as he positioned himself again at her entrance. She wiggled her hips nervously before he put his hands in place to still her.

He plunged into her so hard she almost fell forward, wrenching a gasp from her lips. There was that sensation of feeling incredibly full again; he felt so huge inside of her, she didn't know how he could fit.

He wasted no time in establishing a hard, fast rhythm with his hips and hands, and it was all that Rey could do to try to brace herself against his onslaught. Through the thick, slapping sounds of their flesh meeting and the surge of pleasure shooting up her spine with each thrust, she vaguely sensed a continued thread of connection between them. If he was feeding things to her that were making her feel this way, she wanted to feed things to him, too...she just didn't know how.

His hands tightened on her hips to an almost painful extent, and then he suddenly dropped a hand underneath of her and slowed his pace, his hips rotating while he remained flush against her ass and ground himself deeper into her depths. His directed her legs to part slightly for him, and his fingers gently began to play against the slippery, soft bud of flesh between her legs. She cried out from the near pain of how deeply he was embedded inside of her, but at the same time, she felt that familiar coil in her abdomen beginning to tighten up. Panting and bewildered, she turned her head as much as she could to look back at him.

His eyes had a half-lidded, unseeing and lazy look, and his mouth was hanging just slightly open. Finally catching her staring at him, he seemed to regain some focus and paused his thrusts to lean down long enough to passionately grasp her lips with his own, swirling his tongue against hers as best he could at that odd angle. He broke the kiss and took hold of her hips again in a harsh grip.

The burning look in his dark eyes said that the short reprieve from his earlier intense pace was all she was going to get.

While his thrusts where more shallow, and seemed to hit all the right places inside of her, he set a blistering pace now. She couldn't even think much less make any sounds to articulate her feelings; she was being pummeled face-first into the mattress. Suddenly, he stopped, pulling out of her and flipping her over.

What...?

In a blur, he had plunged inside of her again, but didn't resume his ungodly assault on her. Instead, he quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her up against him, then stood up and pressed her back against the cold wall of the AT-AT. She was shivering immediately; he held her gaze as he slowly began to raise and lower her body onto him, using her body weight to send him even further inside of her than she could have imagined.

Where she had felt a disoriented form of pleasure moments before, she now felt both tenderness and restraint in his movements. Where she had felt uncomfortably full before, now she felt painfully so. He pressed his face against her neck, and suddenly she felt that invisible thread between them becoming...thicker....a flood of pleasure seemed to radiate from the base of her skull, traveling down her spine and directly into her womb.

Her whole body felt on fire, and she didn't even feel the cold, hard wall against her spine any longer. She cried out from the intensity of it, her body tensing and her walls pulsing with a force she had never felt before around the hard, hot length of him as he slowly worked her over his shaft. Her mind felt trapped in that bright, white and blissful oblivion.

He was panting hard against her neck, his muscles straining under a force she couldn't understand. He pressed her even tighter against the wall, lifting her hips up with his hands and began driving into her smoothly.

"Oh, Rey...."

His muffled cry of her name against her neck sent a wave of heat through her veins, and she reflexively dug her fingers into his shoulders. He let out a harsh, shuddering breath against her neck and his hips slammed against her in a short, ragged rhythm.

He slumped against her, and she felt like she could barely breathe, he was pressing her so tightly against himself and the wall. It only took a moment for him to seem to regain himself; he wrapped his arms around her tightly and lowered her gently back onto the mattress, never breaking their physical contact.

She felt gentle warmth like she couldn't ever remember feeling, and like her whole body was buzzing...she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep against him. He gently pressed his lips to her own and slowly disengaged her legs from around his waist. His softening length soon left her as well, but she was too groggy to really care for more than a heartbeat. He pulled her thin, rough blanket over them both and gathered her limp form into his arms.

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