Catching up [cw]

Saoirse smiled softly at his reply, wanting to encourage him to speak more, wanting to ask him another question. However his frustrated words were clear. "I'm not asking for you to describe everything in detail ... Let me try then," she said, looking at her shoes that she realized she had forgotten to take off. Closing her eyes she playing with her fabric of her shirt, feeling it was a little wrinkled from how he had grabbed her. "When I think of you or look at you, you make me feel happy," she said, wanting him to know that despite everything he could still make her smile. "It's almost like my skin is buzzing, like you just make my body react so strongly and I want to run in to your arms," she said softly. Opening her eyes to look at him. "If you can't tell me how you feel, it's fine, but I would appreciate if you tried," she said softly. Moving up to her knees she crawled over to him, placing her hand over his. "No amount of miracle can change someone in a split second, but then show me - Show me how I make you feel," she said.

The frustration was all over his face, but she knew that they needed this. They needed to find a way to communicate about what they felt. He moved his hand, and as she felt him cup her face, she closed her eyes. Could he feel how much she loved it when he touched her like this? Feeling her heart beat faster, she felt his lips against hers and tears started rolling down her cheeks. The gentle and careful way his lips moved against her, she had never felt this from him before. She returned the kiss, her lips moving just as careful as his. This. This should've been what their first kiss should have been. Tender and comforting, careful and gentle. Her hand moved up, her palm resting against his neck.

He moved away, and her lips were left separated, clearly ready for another kiss. However opening her eyes she saw his teary eyes, she saw how hurt he was, and it hurt her deeply. He apologized but she shook her head, moving her hand up to cup his face. "Don't apologize anymore ... You should know by now that I'll forgive you," she whispered softly. She knew that this was a start. It was something that they could work with, and knowing how he actually felt was comforting in a way. To know that his words of hurt had been empty and that he actually really cared for her. "I know now that this is how you really feel, and it's okay," she said.

"Why do you want me?" She asked, returning his kiss that was growing eager. She knew she would give in, she couldn't deny him anything right now, and yet she needed to know why he wanted her now. Was it simply to hide behind touches to forget or keep the emotions at bay? Or was it because he couldn't go another second without her? She didn't really know what she was hoping to hear, but one thing was for sure, she needed to know the truth. She almost demanded it at this point, done with the arguing and the constant guilt. She just wanted to know.

Torn. That wasn't exactly the word she had hoped for but she was going to take it regardless. He pulled her shirt off, and feeling his arms on her bare skin made her sigh as he spoke of being whole. She knew what he meant, and he didn't need to say more. "I want you too," she whispered, closing her eyes, moaning softly as he started kissing and biting her neck. Her own hand were tugging at his shirt, beckoning for him to just take it off and let her feel their skin rub against each other.

Saoirse knew she was acting bratty again, she was being impatient, but it was hard when it was so deeply rooted in her to be close to him. She had known nothing more driving in her life than to be close to the two bonds she had, it was almost innate. As his hand caressed her body, she felt nervous again. Nervous that he wouldn't like what he saw, but it was so clear in his eyes that he was taking her in. She felt herself blush as he called her beautiful, mostly because she had never heard him say it like that. There was so much meaning behind such a simple phrase, and as he dug his nails in to her skin she whimpered softly. Not because it was hurting, but because he was showing his love for her once more. How he wanted her. She greeted his lips, rather surprised by how quick he was to deepen it, yet she didn't complain. The only thing she knew was that she was getting tired of being on the floor. She wanted the soft comfort of a bed, and then a thought hit her. It was his bed. With his scent all over it. Sighing happily at the thought, she couldn't help but smile against his lips as he kissed her.

He caught her smiling and she chuckled a little, shaking her head and feeling stupid. "I just couldn't help but think ... How much your bed is going to smell like you," she confessed, feeling silly.
He got up from the floor, and carefully she put her hand in his, getting to her feet and moving with him. She didn't think she had ever been on such as soft bed, the silk caressing her body as he pulled her close. She looked at him, her smile still not having left her lips as she could feel his scent all around her. Then he said something that made her frown a little confused. Return what she had done to him? She looked at him a little confused, her fingers caressing his chest over his shirt. "What do you mean?" she asked softly, feeling her stomach turn a little with excitement.

He started kissing her barren skin, opening her pants jolted her memory and as he added where they had been she could feel her cheeks flare up with color. "Ooooh," she said, but she could feel how her heart started picking up the pace. She understood what he meant now, and nodding carefully she gave consent to it. She looked at him as his lips started moving down her chest, feeling her back arch slightly from how his kisses felt. "Yes please," she whispered, humming softly as she felt a little overwhelmed with her own need.

She felt her eyes flutter a little, mostly because his remark was so teasing. She didn't know what to reply, so she just remained silent, only whimpering slightly when his lips touched her skin. He got her out of her shorts and shoes, and as he spread her legs she felt her heart race away.
"Sweet words?" she replied, but it didn't take long before his lips touched her so softly that a moan escaped as she felt like he was so close at yet so far. What had he meant by sweet words? And how was she ever supposed to utter them when all she wanted to do was roll her eyes back in to her skull as he was this close. Her breath was heavy, excited as she looked at him. He looked beautiful himself, his dark hair and blue green eyes just standing out to her in a way she had never considered before.

He moved her with ease, but it was almost as if her body already knew what he wanted. His words made her scoff softly, but she barely had time to reply before his tongue moved along her lips, making her breath tremble as she moaned vulnerably. She felt her core spinning, how her stomach was twisting itself in to knots, just as she looked at him. "I can't really think when you're doing that," she whispered, feeling a little helpless as he seemed to contemplate something. She worried shortly that he didn't want to anyways, that he had gotten this far and now pushed her away again. However instead he slid her panties to the side, and as his tongue now touched her for real, her head shot back in to the mattress, overcome by the stimulation it gave her. His purring words made her frown a little, because she didn't really want to know if you actually could taste bad.
His tongue moved tenderly against her, and as it flicked over her nub, she whimpered with delight, her jaw tending at the feeling. His tongue was warm and she knew it was strong from the way it kept pleasing her, making her moan in sweet joy by how good it felt. Her toes were curling up a bit, and her hips gave a little jerk, making her look a little surprised as she usually tried to remain still. "Mhmm," she hummed in a subdued moan, as her hand moved to his dark hair, entangling her fingers with the strong fibers.

Saoirse had never felt like this with Amos before. She genuinely felt like they had robbed themselves of this moment for far too long, but she couldn't linger much at that thought as she felt her walls cramp a little. Then he spoke, and while his lips and tongue was away from her bell, she looked at him with amazement in her eyes. "It's alright, I trust you," she whispered before she felt his fingers at her entrance. As he slowly moved them in she moaned louder, but nothing could compare to how his tongue continued to please her. She was panting a little at this point, her hips moving a little from time to time. It just couldn't be helped when it felt this good.
"A-a-Amos," she whimpered, feeling how close she actually was. He was making her crumble, and as she felt like the feeling would never lead anywhere, it was as if someone tore down a wall as she moaned deeply, falling back on the bed as her core cramped with delight, her walls tightening around his fingers. She wanted to kiss him, but despite how overwhelming this was, he wasn't stopping. It was as if he was helping her ride off this amazing tidal wave of emotions.

Just hearing how he moaned against her, feeling his warm breath was excruciatingly good. Once she had come down from her high, her eyes flickered a bit, looking at him with soft eyes as he sucked his fingers clean. His teasing words made her blush as he spread her more open. She could still feel her body trembling, and as he leaned down to kiss her, she whimpered softly, pressing her body up against him. "I want you," she just said, her voice pleading and vulnerable against his lips. Looking in to his eyes, her hands moved along his torso, ending at his shirt as she carefully started to remove it. However despite being eager, she was also rather curious. Her movements slow as she got the shirt off of him. Seeing his upper body this time was different than it had been on the beach. This was much more intimate, she just could feel it in her body. "I'm trying to take it slow," she said in a strained voice. She wanted him so badly, but she also wanted to explore everything, just like he had promised her she could.

As his shirt was gone, and he leaned down over her, she smiled at him. It was as if his whole attitude was different right now, letting her take her time. Nodding at his words, her fingers slowly started traveling down his torso carefully. "You're so warm," she whispered. Connor had been warm too, and she wondered if she felt as nice and warm as they did. Kissing his collarbone, she felt her breath growing a little heavy, moving her fingers down to his pants. Slowly she opened them, zipping them up as calmly as she could, but she was growing a little impatient. "Have you ever had another lover in your bed?" she asked, but she felt like she knew the answer was yes. Though she didn't like thinking about it, she felt like she needed to force herself to listen. She needed to accept that she would never be the only one, and perhaps this way she would learn it the hard way.
Her hand had managed to open his pants, driving them a little down his thighs as she slowly started moving his underwear down. Seeing his length once more, but knowing where it would go made her swallow. However her mouth still watered from the memory of the couch. Her fingers grabbed around his length as she had that evening, jerking him softly as she kissed him.