[It is fortunate for the both of them that no one really sees Lucy naked except for George, because she knows there will be marks, she knows she will trace them in the night, when it’s dark, and he is asleep next to her.
There is no greater luxury than that, then to turn in the night and trace his features and know she is in the safest possible place. That he would guard her until the end of the world.
But right now she rocks against him through the shuddering of her orgasm, and moves off him. She knows he’s close, and there are risks she can’t afford. They can’t afford.
She takes him in hand and strokes him, faster than she was moving.]
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There is no greater luxury than that, then to turn in the night and trace his features and know she is in the safest possible place. That he would guard her until the end of the world.
But right now she rocks against him through the shuddering of her orgasm, and moves off him. She knows he’s close, and there are risks she can’t afford. They can’t afford.
She takes him in hand and strokes him, faster than she was moving.]