[It feels so good, resting forehead against forehead, shameless in muting none of their noises. The wonderful things coming out of Sypha's mouth only serve to draw quicker, shorter breaths from Alucard. They shorten even more as she squeezes, grinds, moves in every way. There's tension blossoming from deep in the pit of Alucard now, and there's no point in attempting a delay.
The short, quick breaths become sudden shudders, the moan of absolute pleasure and release drawing up from somewhere in his stomach and steadily blossoming outwards all at once. Alucard arches forward, aware he's already pressed as close as he can be against Sypha yet still trying, the warmth and stickiness of sweat serving only to bind them closer together.
It crescendos into one loud shout, Alucard trying his absolute best to say something intelligent as he does. Unsurprisingly, the dhampir fails, and all that he manages in addition to being incredibly noisy is a look of absolute bliss over his face, eyes half-open yet clearly focused on Sypha, smile tugging at his lips, fangs just barely visible.]
[And there, there it is, that all but divine moment when Sypha catches that shift in expression. It's sheer stubbornness and determination that has kept her going now, tongue between her two teeth as she murmurs. It is almost as if two may become one, that moment, feeling him cling to her even as she clings to him.
The shout earns a quiver that ripples through her body, that has her toes curling and her grip tightening. He is lovely in that moment of surrender, pure pleasure painted across his features as she continues to rock her own hips, waiting, waiting, until that last possible moment.
It's harder, that shudder that arches through her, that has her breaking contact and burrowing her face against his neck. Those soft pants and whimpers are lost against his skin as her walls clamp around him and her legs tense. Hot breaths are gasped against his skin, that sharp circular motion of her hips, as if to squeeze him for everything he may give.
And yet no matter how hard she may try to make time stop, to remain in that moment of lightning and fire kissing her skin and sparking her senses, that rise has crested, has fallen, that sated lull seeking to wrap her in its embrace. Her face turns, hands cupping his cheeks again, to place a tender kiss against his lips, mindful of those fangs, as she hums her happiness.]
[Alucard struggles as exhaustion tries to claim him. He can't stop moving until Sypha's done, nothing's allowed until that happens, and so for a few precious moments yet, his hips still rock up, up, up.
It's adrenaline that powers him, along with the heat of Sypha's noises and her breath against his skin. All of this, all of it is perfect, and the only crime involved is that he cannot see her face as she finishes.
Oh, but the look on her face after makes up for it. It's beautiful, practically ringed by a halo of light. He sighs in turn, a soft laugh following the kiss.]
Sypha.
[He utters her name with all the adoration in the world, happiness beaming up.]
[It's acknowledgment of her name, although she doesn't quite have her voice back yet. That's fine, as this is fine. It's perfectly wonderful as her hands slip back down to rest over his shoulders, lazily stroking along his broad back.
Her smile is one of sheer pleasure, glad to have driven that sadness away for a time. Step by step, day by day, they'll fill the void, until it no longer exists as it has. He's as worthy and deserving of love as all of them, and Sypha will continue to remind and show him that until her dying day.]
[Inch by inch, Alucard leans back into the sofa. It's slow so that Sypha's hands are not trapped, and because the fingers that are moving along his back feel so, so good.
He settles there, and one one hand moves up to stroke through her hair. It's a little worse for wear (his must be a downright mess), so that's the excuse Alucard uses to start untangling in earnest. The other hand is slung low around her hips, just holding Sypha close. Just enjoying her proximity. Just....being.]
Perhaps they should remember that vengeance will come.
[The gleam in Sypha's eye is met by something similar in Alucard's. A promise that this is a new back-and-forth, one driven by whimsy and love, manifesting in new ways.
There's a happy sigh that follows. No sadness. Just happy exhaustion, wrapped up in absolute adoration for the Speaker in his arms.]
[Her hands move over his shoulders as he leans back, to settle on his chest, palm down. Her face turns towards his hand, pressing gently against it. She basks in the feeling, that after glow and his embrace.
She doesn't fail to note his expression, and it does send a little thrill down her spine. She may well have opened a box that the lid was better left on, but that is Sypha. She would lift the lid and investigate.]
You shall have to wait and see. I can't give away military secrets so easily.
[He says it softly, words wrapped up in an impossibly warm laugh. It goes far too well with the moment, and in that same moment, there's only one action a vampire can take: he tilts his head just a little, leans in, and presses a soft kiss against Sypha's lips.
It is one of those kisses that doesn't linger long, and it would be almost chaste if it didn't come hot on the heels of the last few minutes.
Likewise for the moment, there's only one good follow up. Alucard breathes out, stupefied with happiness.]
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The short, quick breaths become sudden shudders, the moan of absolute pleasure and release drawing up from somewhere in his stomach and steadily blossoming outwards all at once. Alucard arches forward, aware he's already pressed as close as he can be against Sypha yet still trying, the warmth and stickiness of sweat serving only to bind them closer together.
It crescendos into one loud shout, Alucard trying his absolute best to say something intelligent as he does. Unsurprisingly, the dhampir fails, and all that he manages in addition to being incredibly noisy is a look of absolute bliss over his face, eyes half-open yet clearly focused on Sypha, smile tugging at his lips, fangs just barely visible.]
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The shout earns a quiver that ripples through her body, that has her toes curling and her grip tightening. He is lovely in that moment of surrender, pure pleasure painted across his features as she continues to rock her own hips, waiting, waiting, until that last possible moment.
It's harder, that shudder that arches through her, that has her breaking contact and burrowing her face against his neck. Those soft pants and whimpers are lost against his skin as her walls clamp around him and her legs tense. Hot breaths are gasped against his skin, that sharp circular motion of her hips, as if to squeeze him for everything he may give.
And yet no matter how hard she may try to make time stop, to remain in that moment of lightning and fire kissing her skin and sparking her senses, that rise has crested, has fallen, that sated lull seeking to wrap her in its embrace. Her face turns, hands cupping his cheeks again, to place a tender kiss against his lips, mindful of those fangs, as she hums her happiness.]
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It's adrenaline that powers him, along with the heat of Sypha's noises and her breath against his skin. All of this, all of it is perfect, and the only crime involved is that he cannot see her face as she finishes.
Oh, but the look on her face after makes up for it. It's beautiful, practically ringed by a halo of light. He sighs in turn, a soft laugh following the kiss.]
Sypha.
[He utters her name with all the adoration in the world, happiness beaming up.]
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[It's acknowledgment of her name, although she doesn't quite have her voice back yet. That's fine, as this is fine. It's perfectly wonderful as her hands slip back down to rest over his shoulders, lazily stroking along his broad back.
Her smile is one of sheer pleasure, glad to have driven that sadness away for a time. Step by step, day by day, they'll fill the void, until it no longer exists as it has. He's as worthy and deserving of love as all of them, and Sypha will continue to remind and show him that until her dying day.]
Perhaps the gummy army should invade more often.
[That low murmur with a glimmer in her eyes.]
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He settles there, and one one hand moves up to stroke through her hair. It's a little worse for wear (his must be a downright mess), so that's the excuse Alucard uses to start untangling in earnest. The other hand is slung low around her hips, just holding Sypha close. Just enjoying her proximity. Just....being.]
Perhaps they should remember that vengeance will come.
[The gleam in Sypha's eye is met by something similar in Alucard's. A promise that this is a new back-and-forth, one driven by whimsy and love, manifesting in new ways.
There's a happy sigh that follows. No sadness. Just happy exhaustion, wrapped up in absolute adoration for the Speaker in his arms.]
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[Her hands move over his shoulders as he leans back, to settle on his chest, palm down. Her face turns towards his hand, pressing gently against it. She basks in the feeling, that after glow and his embrace.
She doesn't fail to note his expression, and it does send a little thrill down her spine. She may well have opened a box that the lid was better left on, but that is Sypha. She would lift the lid and investigate.]
Is that a promise?
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[He says it softly, words wrapped up in an impossibly warm laugh. It goes far too well with the moment, and in that same moment, there's only one action a vampire can take: he tilts his head just a little, leans in, and presses a soft kiss against Sypha's lips.
It is one of those kisses that doesn't linger long, and it would be almost chaste if it didn't come hot on the heels of the last few minutes.
Likewise for the moment, there's only one good follow up. Alucard breathes out, stupefied with happiness.]
I love you. The both of you.