st_ingofthehundred | [for zahra] a girl walks in and carves her name on my heart

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[for zahra] a girl walks in and carves her name on my heart

The remaining fruit had been gathered and put in a basket. The room service cart had been put outside. Socks had been sent off with Lillith and Zvezda....

The door shut behind the last of their friends, leaving Kash alone with Zahra.

In the hours that had passed since her arrival, it had finally begun to sink in that his beloved Zahra had come for him. That she was pregnant with his child (children?) had a ways to go yet.

She had her back to him at the moment. Kash took the opportunity to let himself breathe. And also to appreciate the way the soft grey dress Lillith had brought clung to her curves, caressing them. Holy gods, the woman was beautiful. Perfect.

Before she could turn around, he slipped up behind her and wound his arms around her. One hand rested protectively over her abdomen, but his face was buried in soft, floral-scented spill of her hair. "You're really here," he whispered, like if he spoke too loud, he'd break this dream into a million cutting shards.

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Kash relaxed underneath her, tension ebbing into the slow roll of his hips to meet her, give her what she needed from him while he took what he needed from her. Not satisfied with the angle, or his grip on her, though, he pushed himself up to a seated position without dislodging her, and used the new leverage to pull her down that much further.

When he was seated so deep she couldn't possibly move without feeling him, he met her gaze and told her again, "Need you, Z. I've needed you so long," and then caught her mouth in a kiss. He couldn't say it often enough, couldn't tell her firmly enough. Now that she was here, he couldn't imagine how he'd survived without her.

The new angle drew a pleased grunt from her lips. It was hard not to think of the term 'filled up' at the moment. Her skin felt like it was made of electricity.

Before she could reply, he was kissing her again. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling her chest closer to his as her tongue played along his lips and explored his mouth hungrily. Each time he told her, it built a fire within her. Solidified her feelings and made her want to take care of him more.

He lifted his hand to pass it through her hair, but she moved and his ass muscles tightened, lifting him into her, and he ended up wrapping the strands around his fist instead. Z wouldn't let him hurt her, so he held her fast, kissed her hard, and pumped his hips to fuck her even harder. Everything about this was right, but especially being able to hold her so tight while he had her.

Her breath hitched, his need leaving her breathless and every thrust inward seemed to leave her breathless. At that moment, she was completely his and he was in control and she wanted him in control. The only one she'd ever give the honour to and the ultimate statement for her devotion to him. She moaned, breathless and wanton into his mouth. This time, unlike the first time, he would bring her over the edge. She could feel it building, bubbling right at the surface. Zahra could only hold on for a few moments more.

Maybe not tonight, but soon, he was going to pin her to a wall and fuck her senseless. Put her on her hands and knees and mate her. Not because he needed to, but because she wanted him to, because she was willing to give him that power and trusted him with it just like he did with her.

Right now, tonight, it was enough to know he had her, and know she had him. The memory that he'd gotten her pregnant slammed through him with those thoughts, and he cleansed the regret of not being there when it happened, by concentrating on it now, like he could do it again. Driving his cock up into her like he was planting himself in her, and her wanton little cries and moans made it that much better.

He bit her neck and sucked at it fiercely, like he could pull the sounds and her climax out of her. "Mine," he growled at her softly, because they both needed that as much as he needed to be hers.

Almost like before, his voice, his promise, caused the sudden cry out that anyone outside their room in the hall might have heard. Her body shook against him while he still took her hard, producing a wave of euphoria to spread through her body like shivering goosebumps. Her arms tightened around him she like was holding on for her life and she gasped for breath as the intensity only began to ebb when he slowed down.

This time, he held on, gritting his teeth and pushing through her tightening down around him until he felt that first, sweet pulse of her release. Then keeping on, driving her through it, felt better than floating. That breathless, aching, beautiful cry was what pulled him over the edge with her, and instead of withdrawing, he buried himself deeper and throbbed out thick, sticky pulses of semen.

She couldn't quite speak for several long moments as she clung to Kash tightly and tried to remind herself how to breathe. This moment, the one they were currently in, felt so right and so safe that she'd be happy to stay like this forever, if it were possible. She turned her head to kiss the side of his neck. "I love you, more than the moon itself."

"You are my everything, Z." He sought her mouth again and drew them into a slow, endless kiss.

If he could, he would kiss her all night and never stop. But he did, eventually, lower them down to the bed so she could curl up against him. He stroked her arm with his hand and kept her close, while his breathing slowed and grew deep and even, although he clearly wasn't asleep.

Curled up beside him, her voice was soft and barely audible. "I am glad I found my way back to you." She closed her eyes to listen to his breathing and his heart beat.

It hadn't occurred to him until she said it that she might have arrived here without him, with no one to hold her, and help her find her way. The idea slid like an ice knife along his spine and he gathered her close again, pressed a kiss to the top of her head and sheltered her.

"I'm glad I was here. That you didn't end up in this place pregnant and without me." Z was tough and she'd have survived, but he didn't want to think about what it would have done to her heart.

Her eyes remained closed as her face snuggled against him softly. The thought had crossed her mind several times and she had played out what she thought would have happened, each time with different choices, but she was glad she would never have to find out what that was like, being without him.

"Would it have been the same for you, love." If she could change things, he wouldn't have had to spent so long alone either.

"When it was just Vax, Percy and me, it was okay. We just didn't talk about you and Vex. Pretended not even to think about you," Kash told her, beginning the slow, endless process on filling in his life without her.

"It got worse after Vex arrived." Vax had his twin, Percy had his lover, and Kash had been alone. "But then it got...not better. Different. Trinket's good company. And Vex tried to take care of me. It took awhile for me to realize it wasn't just for you she was doing it." But for him, too.

"Pike helped because she's Pike, then Lillith came. Lilli... I'm glad we had a chance to get to know her in Vassalheim. Having her here made it easier to remember quiet moments being with you."

"Lilith is the only family I care for. I'm glad this place is here. She seems very happy. It's time for her to have that somewhere." And she hoped Lillith would find love too, if it was possible.

"She's safe here," Kash offered by way of agreement. And promise. As much as she'd taken care of him, he'd protected her. She'd needed very little protection. He didn't think she'd so much as shed a tear since she arrived. "We all are, as weird as that is."

He smoothed his hand over her hip, while he stared up at the ceiling. "How are you doing with all of this?"

"It's all a bit to take in, if I'm being completely honest, but the fact you're here, and so many friends from home - it's all I need to be happy." And that she was here to help heal him made her even more happy - Kash deserved to be happy. "I already feel like I'm home."

"Z." Kash lowered his head and lifted her chin on his fingers at the same time. This should have been harder than it was, but they'd worked out keeping her horns from gouging him the first time they slept together, long before sex was involved.

"Baby, it's me. You don't have to be okay just because everything's chill. I know I'm a wreck, but I'm not so much of a wreck I can't pull my shit together for you if you need to be not okay for a little while."

"I know... but it's true." Although perhaps it was just because it still hadn't quite hit her and it would later on. "I have you and our friends. Where we are does not quite matter."

Kash nodded and pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes closed as he inhaled the musky, but reassuring, scent of sex with Z (that somehow smelled intensely different than sex with Vesh and not just because of the absence of copious blood). Whenever it hit her, he would be here.

After awhile, he said quietly, "Feels good to hold you again," because fuck segues, it was Z.

Her lips formed a smile against his bare skin, though her eyes stayed closed. "You've got some extra strength in those arms of yours."

No one else had mentioned it, but of course Z had noticed. "I had to do something with my time. I've been doing something they call 'working out'. I'll show you tomorrow. Or maybe the next day." He might not want to leave the room for a few days.

"I imagine there's a lot you'll have to show me. I couldn't ask for a better teacher, I'm sure." She let her fingers lightly run over his chest opposite of where her head lay.

Kash ran his fingers slowly through her hair. "I'll teach you anything and everything. But you probably haven't slept in twenty-four hours, you need rest, and..." He sighed and mumbled, "...nightmares."

Zahra reached over his chest for his hand to hold and squeeze in a silent reply to the murmur she heard. She could handle the nightmares with him.

Eyes still close, it was his heartbeat that was sending her off to sleep before anything else. His fantastic heartbeat.

"I love you, Z," he told her and hooked the blanket on his toes. He reached down to catch the edge of the blanket and draw it up over her shoulders.

He knew she was drifting off to sleep, so he only whispered when he promised, "I won't ever leave you again."

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