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Re: Innocent DB/Hadvar - "Useless" 3g/?

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Hadvar paused to look down at her hand, which was fingering the Amulet of Mara delicately, then raised his eyes, slowly, to meet hers, a question behind them that both thrilled and terrified Abi. The thrill of what this meant overrode the fear, and she cleared her throat a little, to try make her voice come back to her. She had to acknowledge it. That was how the custom worked, right? 
"I see..." she started slowly, "you are wearing an Amulet of Mara?" 
Hadvar nodded, and his hands stilled from their work on her dress, resting on her sides, his eyes searching hers. "I am. Are you...interested?"
Abigail smiled, absurdly nervous, and took over what he had paused doing - unlacing the last few strands of leather that held the sides of her dress together. At her movement his hands went back to work and they had it unlaced swiftly. With a gentle wriggle, it pooled around Abigail's feet, along with her undergarments. 
She embraced him, and for a moment the two of them stood, still, in the flickering firelight, holding one another and enjoying the feeling of their naked bodies against one another. 
"Am I interested in you?" she breathed his question back to him, running her fingertips down his back. He stayed silent, but shuddered under her touch. 
Then Abigail stepped back. Hadvar's hands trailed her sides, as she stepped, and came to rest on her hips. 
She put a hand on his chest, urging backwards. "Sit, my love." 
Hadvar didn't break her gaze as he obliged. He knelt, his hands still secured to her hips, and he stared up lovingly. Abigail knelt, putting her palm to his chest again, urging him backward.  He leaned back, against the pile of woollen blankets that had pooled at their feet, and Abigail leant with him, over him, her hair falling forward to caress his cheek. She shifted her knees so they pressed against his sides. 
Veiled from the world by the curtain of her hair, he reminded her, "You haven't answered me." His eyes were dark, longing, his pupils dilated, but she heard the pang of worry in his tone. Did he believe – did he fear, that she would only be interested in sparse, brief trysts now the war was over, she wondered? They had never talked of marriage, not in all their years. Marriage was for those lucky enough to not be part of the war.
She leaned down, kissed him in answer, and felt his hands on the small of her back pull her forward, deeper into the kiss. 
She broke it to run a hand down the side of his face and gaze into his eyes. "I am amazed, truly, that you would have me for a wife. Yes, I am interested in you," she laughed a little, as the smile broke out on his face. "I've been in love with you since I was a useless child, since you saved me at Helgen."
She could see his eyes misting as she spoke, and she shifted the angle of her head, to renew their kiss, and at the same time inched her body backward, closer to his tip. It tickled her backside, smooth and warm. The feel of his erection, throbbing against her, but not inside her - the anticipation was intoxicating and she let slip a gasp, biting his bottom lip again. Hadvar's hands clenched to her waist as he tilted her upward into a sitting position and she reached behind herself, to grip him at his base in her hand. She pumped him once, taking her time with her hand, arching herself back so his enormous girth pressed firmly between her buttocks, the warmth of her core grinding against his lower abdomen. As she arched, he moaned her name and reached for her breasts, cupping, massaging them, and supporting her at the same time. 
"Abi," he breathed.
"Shh," she whispered, taking one of his wrists with her unoccupied hand, leading him from breast, to between her legs, urging his fingers forward. "We don't have to rush, this time," she whispered again, leading his fingertips into her folds, as she pumped her other hand back down him again and they arched against each other. 
"I know, my love," Hadvar replied thickly, as he dipped his fingers into her again, and she rocked against him, pumping her hand down and pressing him against her buttocks again in time. 
He hissed and closed his eyes a moment, then said, "But I need you. Now."