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

[st_ingofthehundred]

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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[st_affofthemoon]

She knew that he wasn't necessarily the same man that she ran into battle with just hours ago, but on the other hand, he was. For him, some of this was still really new and he was taking some of it in good stride. She listened, letting him bare what he needed to bare to her while he took off his shirt. When it was off, she did noticed a difference. He looked a little stronger and definitely cleaner, though with baths in this world as they were that would always be a given.

Her hand reached out to touch his chest, palm light on his body as she watched him, studied his expression, and listened. To know he felt this way, even so early on in their relationship made her heart swell. Her hand rested on where his heart was.

"I can't imagine being away from you for so long." Not anymore. Not since they had become what they had become back home. "I know how you feel, my love. You don't ever have to worry about how I think of you." Her hand trailed down to his abdomen and across, enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers.

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"Is it weird for you that you saw me a few hours ago and I'm acting like it's been a lifetime since I saw you last?" he asked as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a deeper kiss than those that had come before. Deeper and more sensual.

He didn't want to ask, except that he couldn't bear not to know if she felt any dissonance over him not being the Kash who'd gotten her pregnant. Been with her as she crashed out of the sky. She didn't seem to, and he knew she'd never treat him differently because if anyone knew how much he needed her, it was she. But her feelings mattered even if they wouldn't change anything.

Everything mattered with Z.

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She kissed him back, chest rising as if to try to press herself against him entirely. Her kisses lingered, tongue dancing along his teeth before she finally pulled back just enough to talk, but she like their closeness.

"It's a little different." She would never lie to him. "It's strange to think we've had so many experiences and yet, for you, we haven't. We both fell in a battle you have no knowledge of." Zahra paused, bringing her lips to kiss him again, eyes closed, breathing him in.

"A part of me is perhaps worried I am not the woman you remember."

[st_ingofthehundred]

Her hands on his bare skin were intoxicating. For most of his life before her, he had avoided being touched. He still did, with few exceptions, but her touch, holy gods, he'd craved it. The nights when the nightmares were bad, he'd brought himself out of them by forcing himself to try to remember what couldn't be remembered--the feel of a caress. To have it now was almost overwhelming.

But not so much that he missed the hitch of something like an admission of worry in her voice.

He lay himself down beside her and drew her over to her side and in against his chest. "All the things I've missed, all of what you have, they're a thorn in my paw, but you?" His hand smoothed up her back, subtly (for him, okay?) sliding her dress up part of the way with it. "You are everything I remember and everything I want."

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She fit against him like a puzzle piece, molding to him instinctively. Her eyes closed as her head rested on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat and it calmed her, as it always did. She hoped he was right. There was a small part of her, a part bred and brewed by her father's cruelty, that held onto the 'what if there are regrets' but Zahra was good at pushing those thoughts deep down inside where no one had to deal with them, not even her on most days.

"You are all I want too, my love. What I want and more."

[st_ingofthehundred]

If anything she'd done or said since she got here told him she was still his Z, it was the way she'd fit herself to him like she was made for him and rested her head on his chest without worrying where her horns ended up. It wasn't the comfort of her body against his, but the fact that he knew in that instant that she needed him to love her enough to soothe away what her father had done.

It didn't happen often but when Z showed even a hint of weakness, everything he was leaped in to protect her. So he held her, lips pressed to the crown of her head, and let all the love that had had no outlet for months flow into his fingertips against her skin.

with two fingers he tugged lightly at the shoulder of her dress. "You've got to be about dying for that after-battle sex by now, and I need you like you wouldn't believe." Which was not very subtle code for I need to be yours and know you're mine.

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Her eyes opened and she moved her head upwards to look at him from where she was on his body. A slow-forming smile spread across her red lips as her tail found its way to Kash's inner thigh, lightly moving upwards. He had given her tail freedom when he not-so-subtly hiked up the dress. She'd have to make a hole for her tail, but right now she knew she wasn't going to need to worry about that for much longer.

"I do have several months to make up with you, now don't I." He would discover she had opted not to put on the underwear despite Lillith taking the time to explain it to her.

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"Eight and a half," Kash tried just to say but it came out a deep-seated groan. Her tail was as unsubtle as his hitching up her dress had been and instantly the pent-up frustration of needing her so much for so long had him standing at attention.

He sat up again, all but tore off his blue jeans, shoes and socks with them. Thank fuck he'd never taken to the small clothes they wore around here. He'd be choking to death.

This time when he joined her on the bed, it was at her knees, to raise her dress and lift it off her. He meant to raise it an inch at a time, trail kisses up her gorgeous thighs to her hips. But even thinking about it left him so overstimulated his vision blurred.

So off the dress went, leaving Z bare before him in all her glory. She hadn't taken to the small clothes either, and he immediately bent to worship. Lips pressed to the curve of her belly, he looked up her body at her both gold and blue eyes shining with adoration. "Want you, baby. Can I?"

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Every time she got to see Kash naked, she drank him in like it was the first time. He was very easy on the eyes and impressive in several ways. And it was clear as he pulled off his clothes that he really had missed her.

As lay down against the sheets that we're softer than most of the linen she was used to sleeping in except, perhaps, Whitestone's. She was already wet, her body having wanted him since the shower and increased in its want when everyone had left and the promise was made.

She nodded to him, to his question, her tail lightly running down his back affectionately. "Always, my love."

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"If you get any more beautiful," he murmured and didn't finish either words or thought.

Instead, already, he was running his hands down her thighs to draw them apart. He never stopped at her thighs, but continued, stroking and massaging her legs all the way to her hooves where he scratched lightly at the join between hoof and skin because she'd once told him that they itched. He ran his hand up her tail and caught the tip to draw to his mouth, too, then sucked and bit gently at it.

Her tail, her hooves, her claws, her horns, her fangs -- everything about her that was nothing like Vesh, he loved especially, but Z would have to forgive him for being brief about it tonight. With a painful, rising urgency, he shifted to lower himself between her legs and bury his face in her cunt.

At the taste of her wet and open for him already, a near-whimper escaped his lips and then that sob he'd been choking back for hours. His fingers gripped bruising tight against her hips while he laved her clean and then laved her wet again. And if the odd tear mingled with her flavor or he shook with more than the strain of need, it had been eight and a half months and he had missed her nearly every minute of it.

[st_affofthemoon]

Her eyes fluttered closed as he touched the part of her other partners had never considered to touch. Lips parted as his mouth took in her tail, lower back rising momentarily. His touch always seemed to bathe her in a warmth she hadn't known before.

Her back arched the moment his mouth made contact. Briefly she registered the sounds he didn't normally make, sounds that she would have stopped to fix, but his mouth was relentless on her and she could hardly think in seconds. A loud gasp, followed by a series of moans left her mouth as she reached down, hands burying themselves in his hair. "Kash" she managed to press out in a needy, 'You have me' breath.

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Her hands in his hair were all the benediction Kash had ever needed, steadying him and reminding him where he belonged. He caught her lashing tail between his cheek and her thigh and rubbed his face against it.

He'd said once that losing her was like losing Sarenrae for Pike, and it had seemed excessive, but now, with shudders wracking him while his tongue teased out Zahra's pleasure, it seemed nothing more than simple truth. She was his everything. His light, his love, his heart, his goddess.

He would stay here happily, tongue rolling over her clit and along her slit, pressing into her, with his own hips rocking for the slightest friction against the bed until she asked him to have her. But he did need to lift his head, both to breathe, and to urge her, "Let go, baby. I've got you."

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The energy he was creating inside of her was mounting quickly. He knew all the right movements, the right spots, that it always sent her into a dizzy of bliss. Breath already heavy, Zahra's eyes opened when Kash lifted his head. His words spread out around her and wrapped her in warmth and the moment he went back down, the moment his tongue made contact, Zahra let out a shuddering moan as she came against him. Her body shook, thighs tightening against his head.

[st_ingofthehundred]

Nothing had ever made him feel as right as the sound of Z's pleasure crashing over her, when he'd brought her to it. Especially today, this minute, here. He looped his arms beneath her thighs and loosely over her, without putting pressure on her belly, and hugged her close while his tongue lashed her through the last of it.

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When her body stopped quaking, Zahra lifted herself up on her elbows first to fondly look down toward him and then sat up more so that she could help beckon him up.

"Kash, my love." Her hand caressed the side of his head, her eyes filled with want, but also adoration and both only obvious to someone who has experience seeing it her pupilless eyes. "Come, and let me show you how real I am."

She wanted him. Wanted him because despite her orgasm, still wanted release. Wanted him because she knew he needed her at that moment. Wanted him because nothing felt more right then when they were connected as one being.

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His balls hung heavy between his thighs, so full if she wasn't pregnant he'd worry about getting her that way. He winced when they bumped her knee, caught his breath in his throat when they brushed against the silky skin of her inner thigh.

Too stiff to bend up against his belly, his cock slid through the wet mess of her arousal to nestle between her labia. His breath hissed out against her shoulder from the enveloping heat of her. "'Fraid I'll hurt you," he confessed to the crook of her neck. "Need you too much." Among other things, but the need to protect her stood out now--he wasn't going to be able to hold back once he took her, not his body or his heart and he was scared of that too. It was going to hurt.

[st_affofthemoon]

Her hand moved to wrap around the back of his neck and she turned her head to kiss the side of his face with whatever purchase she could get. "I am yours and you are mine." Her voice was soft against his ear as she hugged him. "You cannot hurt me. My life is for yours." And she would endure whatever she needed to for him, though she didn't think he would actually hurt her in this case. She wanted him, desired him. The feeling of his hardness almost inside of her made her ache for him and her hips were trying hard to stay still, but there was slight involuntary wiggles.

[st_ingofthehundred]

"My life is for yours," he repeated back to her, because it was exactly how he felt. Like he existed for her life's sake. He turned his head to catch her mouth, take it in a kiss that screamed his need, his hurt, his desire, while his hand slid down from her hip to her thigh to draw it up against him.

His eyes rolled back at the deep, welcoming heat his cock sank into with a simple shift of his hips--she was here, real, his, and she wanted him still, wanted him enough for how he needed her. Fingers dimpling her thigh with his grip, and propped up on his other forearm, he groaned and started to move.

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Zahra's back arched, pressing closer to him for a moment as he entered her and she uttered a pleased sound into his mouth while they kissed. Her arm held onto the back of his neck as he started to move and she felt her knees grow weak like they away did when they joined for the first time. Her kisses grew in intensity, tongue exploring as she encouraged him with her hips, pushing back against him slightly.

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When her hips canted to meet his thrust, Kash lost any semblance of control. He drove deep, buried his cock and months of grief in her willing body, and loosened the knot in his chest with one guttural cry after another.

Somewhere in it, he knew that this was how it had happened, the baby. They'd almost lost each other, probably on a contract, and she'd ended up under him. They'd fucked raw and desperate, wanting each other with every fiber of their beings, and conceived a child as a result.

He came with a shuddering crash, emptying out, the way he must have that night and whispered her name.

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Her body ached for him, to give him comfort and solace with every fiber of her being. She knew that he would not be able to last long, that he wouldn't be able to control himself, and that was already with her. Every needy thrust he made, she matched his with breathy exhales, eyes lovingly on him as he took her. She did not climax, though perhaps she might have been close, but that didn't bother her at all. The pleasure Zahra got at that moment was from giving him what he needed. Kash's comforted warmed her soul.

She held onto him with her arms and her tail. Held on tightly, lovingly, feeling his body shake from release. She loved this man with every fiber of her being.

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His body hurt from the force of his release, as though he'd been wound so tight he'd finally snapped instead of relaxing. Of course he'd taken himself in hand over the past months, but only often enough to keep from exploding.

He drew them both over to their sides, rubbed the back of his wrist against his forehead to wipe away the sweat. "Fuck, baby, I needed you," he said, trying to be normal for her sake.

But no sooner had he looked at her again, thrown his leg over her to pull her close, than he shattered into a thousand pieces. "Needed you so much, for so long Z. Missed you so much. Everything was wrong without you."

He'd told Vax he just wanted to cry in her skirts, but he'd thought he'd been exaggerating. Fuck. "Sorry," he muttered, and buried his face in her hair.

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Zahra pressed close and when he started to cry again she embraced him as much as one could on the side while tangled up in your lover. She made a soft shhhing sound, running her hand over his body. "You don't need to be sorry. You don't need to apologize for missing me, love. I'd have fallen apart without you too."

Though rare, this was a moment that she wished she had magic that could heal or warm without hurting. That she could do something more than simply hold the one she cared about most and provide reassurance.

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"Not sorry for missing you." Through his tears, he caught her mouth and kissed her hard. Gods, he had fucking missed this woman. His woman. "Sorry you showed up, almost died, and I'm falling apart all over you when I should be holding you safe."

Part of him knew better than to pull 'should' bullshit with her, but even hearing her scold him for it would be the best thing that had happened to him in months. And part of him needed her to know that he would pull himself together to take care of her when she needed him.

[st_affofthemoon]

His kiss sent a burst of heat through her stomach as it always did.

"If you're not holding me right now, I'm not sure what we're doing." She knew he had to know she didn't mind him crying. Maybe being away that long made him forget that. "You're doing just fine. Besides, it's not the first time I almost died. You and I like to get into trouble."