"You always do."
Her eyes go wet again. Different kind of wet.
"Keer—"
"Talk to me, Mel."
"Okay." She nods. Once. "Okay. I'll talk."
I reach between us. Find her. Wet—soaked, ready—and I groan against her throat at how ready she is for me. My finger slides into her easy. Then two. Slow. Working her open. Her hips rocking up to meet me. Her hand fisted in my hair.
"Oh—oh that's—that's good, that's so good, you're—Keer, you have very nice hands, I've thought that for a while, I've been quietly noticing your hands—oh—okay nope can't talk about hands right now, can't think, can't—"
I laugh into her throat.
She breaks off into a gasp when I curl my fingers.
"More—Keer, please—I'm ready, I want—"
"I know what you want."
I withdraw my fingers. Settle myself between her thighs. Hand at the base of myself. Lining up. Eye on her face.
"Look at me."
She looks at me.
"You've been mine since the woods, Mel. You know that."
"I know."
"Say it."
"I'm yours, Keer."
I push in.
Slow.
Just the tip—and she gasps and her hand grips my shoulder and I freeze.
She breathes.
"Keep going—oh—keep going, I'm okay, I'm—keep going—"
I push in another inch.
She arches. Her thigh hooks over my hip. Her breath catches.
"Don't stop. Don't stop. I just need to—give me a second—oh you're really—yeah okay you're really in there, that's—wow—"
"Breathe, Mel."
I feel her body settle around me, accepting me.
"Move. Slow. Just move."
I move.
