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Okay, it's the morning. Susan is not their because Lauren slept in late for once. He'd woken at dawn of course, to do his morning rituals, but then instead of staying awake he'd gone back to bed, tired from the battles they'd had only the night before. Susan, restless as he was, was the next to rise, and rather than stick around while Lauren and Annabelle slept, he'd wandered off to go explore with Fluff. This left the two of them laying close and comfortable in bed, even as the sun began to rise higher into the sky.

"Morning." Lauren says, smiling softly, stifling a yawn when he's through.

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"Sort of," she answer stiffly, as if suppressing a yawn. She squirms backwards, snuggling into his torso. She pulls his arm around her, holding it between her breasts so that shes close, holding his hand with one hand and resting it on his arm. "It was a bit hard to follow... The details are already hazy. But I don't think I dreamt of the sea, this time."

It's been a while since she had a dream about drowning to achieve escape. Which is probably a nightmare, actually, but it's all about perspective, right?

There was probably a time not too long ago when this kind of position would have had him blushing and stammering, but now it's just nice. Anna is warm against him, the weight of her in his arms comforting in a way he can't entirely explain.

"What was it?"

"I don't remember very well," she laughs. She yawns, and tucks her face partially against her pillow, toppling her hair all over it. "Rooms were changing as I was walking through them... It was interesting, and fun."

"Just like you then." he murmured with a smile, kissing the back of her head.

"I would certainly be a lot more interesting if I could do around with my form like that," she laughs. "I envy your ability to do shape changing, Lauren. The hermit was able to do that as well; where I'm from, it's very high, rare magic."

He shifts, hiding his face in her hair at the perceived compliment. It wasn't really such a big deal in his mind. He didn't even change shape that often, but it could be freeing when he did.

"That one was the hardest for me to learn, actually." It's rare for him to talk about druid stuff basically at all, but he can at least share that much.

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"But you're clever with magic, aren't you?" She can tell he's being bashful, which is why she needles him further, her mouth breaking into a grin. If there's anything that Annabelle can find as a universally attractive quality, it's that. She strokes his arm.

"Of course you learned eventually."

He blushes, nuzzling the back of her head in an attempt to hid himself further.

"Not as clever as some."

"That can be said about literally anyone but the most powerful person in the entire universe," Annabelle counters, turning a little as he nuzzles further against her. She laughs, gently patting his arm.

He buries his face into the pillow as she moves, embarrassed that he's feeling embarrassed though he know's it's ridiculous.

"Anna..."

She laughs, delighting in his suffering. It's cute, alright. He's too easy to tease. Plus, it's not like she's saying anything bad.

"Hmm?"

She playfully hooks a leg backwards, snatching up one of his as she beams. She lifts her shoulder a little so she can twist her head a different way to look at him.

"You alright there?" she teases. "You okay, you talented, clever man?"

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"Just fine." he mumbles into the pillow without moving.

"You sure?" She peers over him, lifting a lock of hair, then pulling a little on his ear. His face is completely hidden. "I feel like that's a lie, and you're compromised."

He turns to face her still looking embarrassed, but there's a small smile on his face, secretly shy and pleased.

"I'm fine." he says again, with some emphasis on the words.

Annabelle raises her eyebrows, clearly pleased with what she sees. "Alright then," she responds, and she leans forward, catching him in a fond little kiss on the mouth while she has him. "I'll take your word for it." Her words are quiet, kind of mumbled against his lips.

Kissing is a thing he can definitely do. He kisses her back short and sweet in that moment before she speaks again, and when she doesn't pull away he kisses her again, his lips curving as he smiles into the kiss.

She feels a permeating warmth creep through her that causes her to breathe out a brief chuckle into their kiss. Cheekily, she arches her back, bumping the skin of her ass against his flagging morning erection, hoping to shake him out of his newly found comfort.

If she wanted to make him uncomfortable she succeeded, but only because of how unexpected that was. The feeling of her rubbing against him combined with their kiss has a deeper desire stirring within him and his kiss on her lips grows hungry. He sucks on her lower lip, running his tongue against it, not so much a retaliation as it is desperation.

She's only partially surprised Lauren reacts this way; he's getting further and further away from being the person who could be momentarily shaken before giving into what he wanted, which she was finding she liked. It meant he was getting comfortable, which made her feel... good? Special, maybe.

While she wasn't necessarily intending for things to take this kind of turn, she's not opposed to it, so she goes ahead with it. She lifts an arm to skim her hand along his jaw as they kiss, twisting at her middle a little to do so over her shoulder. She makes a soft, titillated sound when he sucks on her lip, and she deepens their kiss by answering in kind, stroking her tongue into his mouth. Gently, in an bow of her back more subtle than before, she arches against him again.

He doesn't know if it's on purpose or not, but he doesn't think to question it. She rubs against his erection again as they kiss and he groans without breaking from her lips. His own hips twitch, rubbing his prick against her through their nightclothes.

She likes feeling the vibration of his voice against her lips like that, especially when it's a sound so lewd, derived from her actions. She can feel the full of his hardness returning as he rubs his stiffening cock against her—it's something she never thought she would find so enjoyable, but it feels good, and again, there's something vindicating about its depravity. When his hips come forward, Annabelle gently rolls her pelvis back, applying an additional rolling pressure against him as they kiss.

She also finds it arousing, ironically, how easy it is to get him going this way.

It is very easy to get him going, especially when she rolls her hips back to meet his shallow thrusts. He inhales sharply. His hand is just under her breast, his arm wrapped around her, and his fingers pull on her nightclothes as his hand traces a path down her body. He stops right above her sex, his hand pressing against her abdomen. Shes warm and making him feel even warmer. He breaks from her lips, thrusting forward again as he holds her hips against his. The hard shape of his cock presses against her through her underwear and he shivers before moving to leave a lazy kiss along her neck.

Annabelle is surprised with how much it unfolds, every touch and action shocking her more than the last, hot electric shudders moving through her. She feels herself ache with anticipatory tension when Lauren's hand presses against her abdomen, her lips parting in surprise with a little moan. When their kiss breaks, she bites her lip, letting her head fall back on her pillow as the hiking pace pleasantly overwhelms her, which is when she feels Lauren kiss on her neck. His hands on her hips, strong and eager, do much more to get her that much wetter.

"Oh, god," she says, and she laughs a little. Just once, breathlessly, and she swallows for air. She's amazed at how aroused she is, so quickly; he's really learned his way around her body. The way his cock presses against her is reminiscent of a not too distant memory, and she throbs against him, anxiously squirming her hips on him. "That feels—the way you press against me..."

Her mind races lewdly, and she gets an idea.

"Take out your cock," she murmurs. As she says this, she's reaching a hand downwards, lifting one of her legs a little bit as her palm skims along the hill of her pubis.

Her sounds of pleasure increase his own, and by the time she says that he's already thrust against her twice more. Her underwear is a bit wet from where it's been pressed against her, but he doesn't even realize. He groans, but does as she says, pulling his cock free from the confines of his pants and stroking himself slowly as he does so. He laughs, a part of him amazed things have gotten so heavy so fast.

"You're insatiable." he murmurs, amused and aroused all at once.

Annabelle is also sort of amazed, dizzy from their pace of it. But she likes it, too. "I'm not the one with that insistently hard prick," she teases. She wonders if he's right, though. The more they do this kind of thing, the more that starts to feel like a possibility.

She reaches between her own legs, and strokes her fingertips along the urethral vein of his cock where she can touch it, coaxing it to come back against her. "Push it between my legs," she says softly, curling her hand around the glans of his cock when she can, stroking and pulling him forward in guiding strokes. She rests his cock against the flat of her cleave, where she's covered by the slick, damp cotton of her underwear, her clit pert against his dick through them.

Like this, she closes her legs, and rests a palm on Lauren's jaw again as she lifts her arm, turning her head a little to face him, smiling softly, her expression groggy and content, flushed a candy pink.

"Move."

He's always hard in the mornings, he wants to say, but is cut off by the feeling of her hand on his dick. He shudders, pushing forward into her touch, which is just what she wanted. She pulls him forward by his prick. He doesn't protest it, instead a short breathy sound escaping from his lips. He can feel the heat of her sex above his dick and then she closes her thighs around him. He doesn't hesitate to do as she says. He presses his hand to the flat of her abdomen again to hold her against him and begins to thrust. He hides his face in her hair at the feelings. She's so hot, and the texture of her cotton undergarments a strange contrast to the soft skin of her thighs.

"Ah... Shit."

She finds she likes being held, as he does this, and she also likes the way he tucks into her hair. It's a nice contrast of intimate and sweet with lewd and mindless. She moans softly as his cock rubs against the whole of her vulva and clit; the friction leaves a warm residual tingling that adds to her pleasure with every pass, and the thickness of his cock does well to stimulate all she has.

She makes sort of a shell with her hand, guiding the direction of his cock when he pushes it through to stay firmly upward—inadvertantly providing some additional stimulation for the head of his dick. Particularly lovely is the rolling pass of his glans, the ridge catching her clit—which is the sensation she's aiding with this gesture. Her opening aches painfully, but delightfully; she ignores it, wanting her own desperation to escalate.

For this, she thinks, it's good that Lauren's cock is so large.

He doesn't know the exact reasoning behind her hand placement, he just knows that he likes feeling the soft skin of her palm against him. Her curls are soft and his breath hot as he moves and its not long before his own pre is adding to the wet stain of her panties. It makes her skin slick, which makes ot easier to thrust a nit faster than before. His grip on her tightens as his feelings intensify from the change.

Annabelle is impressed by the longevity of Lauren's thrusting; she thinks it must be exhausting, but pleasure is probably a good motivator. Mostly, however, she's thinking about how good this feels. Soft, airy sighs and moans escape her; she unconsciously and anxiously shifts her legs, the painful ache inside growing.

"H-hold on, just one moment, slow down a bit," she manages, biting her lip. She glances over her shoulder again, eyes heavily half lid as she smiles slowly, looking mischievous. "This positioning is somewhat difficult—could you help me?" She reaches down, lifting the hem of her skirt as she looks at Lauren through the far corner of her eyes. "Pull them down."

She shift and the curls hes been hiding in along with her. She looks at him, clearly planning something he has no clue about. He doesn't care enough to be suspicious, he'd accepted a long time ago that she'd always be up to one thing or another in bed.

His face is red and his breathing deep. He follows the movement of her hands seeing jer skirt lift and his breath stops short. What was she thinking? He pulls back, his cock pulling away from the part of her legs as he reaches for the band of her panties. He pulls them down her legs only pausing for a moment when he sees her cunt. It's very distracting.

He's shifted them to her knees, and he looks from her slit up to her face, wondering what she wants him to do next.

She lifts her leg a little as she reaches behind herself, taking and stroking Lauren's cock. She lifts her eyebrows, positioning him against the slick backmost part of her vulva. She knows it might be difficult, but she did pretty alright last time, even if he was only 3/4ths of the way hard, at the time.

"Slowly," is all she says, very quietly. She wonders if he'll fuss, or eagerly oblige for the sake of slating his own arousal. Neither choice is the wrong one, she thinks—but she enjoys taking notes on her companion in these situations.

He licks his lips without thinking as he looks down her body. He can't pretend he doesnt want this. He looks to her again.

"... Anna... Are you sure you want to?"

"Why not try?" she asks, smiling. "If it's too much, you can simply pull out and we can resume as we were."

She arches her back a little in a playful, teasing manner, which makes Lauren's glans slip from its careful positioning against the hole of her cunt—but whatever, it's not like he couldn't reposition himself. His cock slips between the lips of her labia, and she rocks once or twice on him like that.

"You see, I've got such an awful ache inside... I think my body is telling me something."

His eyea flutter closed and he tries not to groan as she teases him. He puts a hand on her hip tob still before looking to her again. He knows she's going to laugh at him, probably tease him to, but he has to say it.

"Even if we couldn't... That'd be fine with me." As usual his words are slow and hesitant. He knows she wants this too, but maybe if she knew it didn't matter to him she wouldn't try to force herself if it started to hurt. He liked being close to her, whether this was a part of it or not.

He blushes and looks away, waiting for her to tease him.

Contrary to his expectations, she smiles at him, but with pause. Whether or not that intensifies Lauren's anticipatory anxiety isn't something she considers.

She places her hand on top of his, where it rests on her hip.

"I know that," she says softly, curling her hand around his. "I trust you, Lauren. You know that, don't you?"

He glances to her when she puts her hand over his own to see her smiling at him. His eyes widen, and his face reddens when she says that, however, and he looks away again. He didn't know that actually, and even now that she's said it he doesn't know if he can. He wasn't very bright, or very strong, or very interesting. He mostly just made mistakes, how could you trust someone so incompetent? He doesn't say that though, he doesn't want to insult her.

With his silence, Annabelle considers something, tilting her head thoughtfully as she gives a little squeeze to his hand. She doesn't understand this kind of thing ("this thing" being emotional inhibitions and sentimentality put in places she finds weird personally like sex), but she's inherently in tune to the energies and vibrations other people give out; she can't be oblivious to Lauren's mood if she tries.

"Of course, you don't have to do anything you aren't ready for yourself." She strokes his arm. After all, after some retrospect, Annabelle had realized that she'd took Lauren the last time without much exchange involved. She'd just assumed it was fine. "I'm not going to be offended or disappointed."

He shakes his head, he knows already she wouldn't mind. He doesn't know if he wants to admit what he is thinking though. He should just ignore it. His prick is still swollen, and she's still wet. It wouldn't be wrong to just continue, so why is he hesitating?

"No... Sorry, you just surprised me."

"Go ahead, then," she says gently, idly stroking the back of his hand with the tips of her fingers in light strokes. The mood is still a little strange, but Annabelle is deciding it's okay to try to push through it, given his reassurance. And if it doesn't end up working out, it was fine; it was so impromptu anyway. Risky, even.

The thought gives her a very unfortunate sudden, needy and sharp ache.

"Let's try."

He glances to her, shifting forward to give her a kiss. His hand pulls away from hers to shift his dick back into position. He isn't really sure where that position is, but he finds it quickly enough. It's the part of her cunt that gives when he presses forward. She's even hotter like this, with no cotton in between them, and he shivers in anticipation before slowly pressing inside of her. The sensation is immediate and intense, much better than thrusting between her legs ever could be. She's so wet, so warm, so... tight. His eyes fall closed as his hand finds hers again, clasping it tight.

Annabelle, despite her confidence and eagerness, is a little nervous. She steels herself with a deep breath, and mindfully and deliberately relaxes her body as she feels him initially press against her. It's like a curious nudge as he finds the proper placement, and it actually feels quite good, even if it makes her brace.

Grateful he can't see her face, she grits her teeth, letting out a tense, brief huff through them. It's girthier than the toy she's been practicing with, which despite its dimensions, used to feel just as awkward as this does. Now, she uses it with ease. It's only natural to step out of her comfort zone at that point, she figures.

"Ah..."

But beyond the discomfort, it's pleasurable, too—the heat of his sex is stimulating in a way she's only known from the narrowest of intrusions from his tongue, and this is of course much different. She focuses on regulating her breathing—deep and slow, and the cramping relents somewhat. She curls her fingers when he takes her hand again, reciprocating its zealous hold. And despite the strange discomfort and mild pain, her clit aches more than ever. It's a very unusual combination of sensations.

"Yes," she whispers tersely, her brow furrowing. Even if it's a little difficult, the fact that she's achieving even this much is definitely getting her off, encouraging her wetness.

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The last time they'd done this he'd been overstimulated and only half hard. It was difficult to focus on the feeling of being inside her. Now there weren't any such distractions. He was needy, desparate even. Although he'd had sex before this was a first, and while he couldn't understand her desire to 'take him,' he was very grateful for her enthusism. This felt amazing in a way he couldnt have expected. She was so hot and slick pressing against him. He closes his eyes, pressing just the tip of his cock inside of her and he groans.

"Fuck, Anna." he barely pulls out, but he shifts back a bit until he feeels like he's going to slip out of her if he goes much further, before slowly pressing back in again.

It's amazing how tremendous someone's presence can suddenly become when it feels like their cock is splitting you in two. The ever meek Lauren was a red blooded man as any other, after all, and feeling the divine split between pain and pleasure as he carefully and considerately pushes and pulls the head of his cock from inside of her, is just beyond exquisite. Rare, carnal form, and she feels privileged to receive it. Haughty, even. She's greedy for this side of him.

Her forehead wrinkles from the way she slants her eyebrows, her mouth held agape as she chokes out a strangled, startled exhale, sweat beading on her flesh. The second time he pushes in makes stars bloom behind her closed eyelids just as much as the first, her ears and cheeks burning pink.

"Oh, stars," she sighs out coarsely. A hand reaches backwards abruptly, clutching at the side of him, somewhere between his hip and his thigh. Her nails dent his skin a gentle bite. Her clit feels impossibly stiff, standing at stubborn attention despite its size. Even though it's hardly any of him, it feels like so much, but she knows it's only a hint of how full she'll feel with the most of him inside of her. "A little deeper, Lauren... Please, lord, just a bit more."

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