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Well... that didn't help him keep control of himself. As he carefully added a second finger and crooked it upward, finding that spot and playing around it, not directly on it, he went back to licking up every last bit of her- all while his glamour dropped and he let his attention focus solely on her. On her heartbeat. On those little breathy gasps. On the way her hips moved as she sought relief.

Sansa thrashes against the pillows and as she does, the mask comes off and she catches a glimpse of Rowan between her legs, glimmering bright. It's possibly the most beautiful thing she's ever seen and her breath catches before her body just clamps down on his fingers and flutters around them.

Gods, she's never felt so good in her life. Her heart's beating fast and her lungs feel as if they cannot get enough air. She cannot help but tugging at his hair and pulling him as close to her as she can while riding it out against his face.

"Oh! Oh Gods, Rowan, please," she whimpers.

He growls against her sex, his fingers crooking and teasing at her as she came around him, wanting to draw it out, but not too long. She'd be oversensitive, but he couldn't quite bring himself to be all that worried. It was, it seemed, her first pleasure. And he wanted very much to watch her come undone, to know that she could. That the bedroom could be a place of joy. "There she is, my lovely one. My heart."

"Very...very much so."

It takes Sansa what feels like an eternity to calm down from that exhilarating feeling and she just pets Rowan's hair and his back and everything she can reach while he's still between her legs. At a certain point, everything is too sensitive so she lightly pushes at him.

"It's too much just now," she murmurs. "Too sensitive."

He stops then, hand moving from her, face moving to kiss up along her thigh, pressing one to the dip where her hipbone juts from. He rests there, low on the bed, smiling up at her with a beatific look on his face. "Good. Well, not the too sensitive bit, but that's to be expected after an orgasm. But you enjoyed it?"

"Oh, very much so. Even afterward when it was a bit too much it still felt good," Sansa says, giving him a lazy sort of smile. She ruffles his hair a bit.

"You should take your pleasure from me now."

Brows raise, and he climbs further up the bed, dipping to wipe his face on a far flung sheet, then leaned in to kiss her. Slow, soft, but with a little more to it than the chaste ones he'd given her before. "I very much enjoyed that. Your pleasure is mine." Yes, he was almost painfully hard in that moment, but he could ignore it in favor of curling up with her in his arms with her being as sated as she was.

Sansa falls into the kiss easily and when he says that her pleasure is his, she shakes her head a bit.

"No, I am not a naive girl," she murmurs. "I know how a man's body works. I want you to take what you need from me."

"No," he says, moving to lay beside her, arm sliding around her to pull her closer. "Not tonight. I won't die from having an erection denied, love. It'll go away on its own. I would much rather lay here and enjoy your enjoyment. What parts did you like? Were there any you didn't? This? This is much more important," he said, a flick of magic moving to pull the sheet up over them.

"There weren't any parts I disliked," Sansa says, thinking that is the most important thing to address straight away.

"There...I was so shy to begin with and it felt good not to know what was coming with my eyes covered. However, my favorite part was looking down while I found my pleasure and seeing you glimmering."

He was still glimmering, nuzzling in against her as he tucked her against him. "I didn't mean to do that. You seem to strip me bare of any control." He kissed her hair, her skin, her lips, smiling as he kept that persistent length from prodding at her.

"I don't want you to hide from me. You are... breathtakingly lovely, Sansa. I am your servant."

"Well sometimes I might want to be your servant," Sansa says. Still, she knows her skin is flushed from both exertion and the compliments and she nuzzles up against him. Being together like this, being with someone she wants to be with makes her feel incredibly affectionate.

"Is that allowed?"

"I want you happy. Content and well. However that looks." She's still naked now, and he's not, which means that his hands smoothing over her, petting her, are enjoying the warmth of her body. The bareness of her that he delights in just touching to touch.

"Eventually, you'll concede to letting me please you," Sansa says. She doesn't have much of an argument, however, because when he starts to run his hands along her body all she can do is close her eyes and sigh.

"You're very distracting."

"Good. I like distracting you. You're beautiful when you're lost in pleasure." Well, she was beautiful anyway, but there was a certain flush, a certain glow she had all on her own. It made him wonder how much of himself she'd take into her once their bond was consummated.

"You speak flattery," Sansa accuses but it has no heat behind it. Instead, she ruffles her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of it against her skin, and stretches as if she were a very contented cat.

"What if I wanted to make you feel good? I know I do not have to but what if I wanted to?"

"You do make me feel good. I feel wonderful with you here in my arms. But," he said smiling at her and leaning in to kiss her. He let that linger out, almost distracting himself from his point before he continued. "I've already told you that all I am is yours. If you want to look, touch, whatever your heart desires, you may."

Sansa pushes him gently to roll him over onto his back. She wants her chance to look as well and while she’s completely naked, he’s still wearing all of his clothes.

She reaches for the hem of his tank top.

“May I take this off, Rowan?”

"Yes," he says, though he's the one squirming a bit to help get the shirt off over his head. He's less glowing now, as he's not using his power, but his glamour is off. His skin has that dusting of gold to it, and his eyes and hair have glimmers of metallic colours that set them off, making him seem like a sculpture.

Shirt off, he tosses it aside and lays on his back for her. "I am at your mercy, my lady."

"I shall be merciful, then," Sansa says, giving him a brilliant smile. She trails her fingers along his cheekbones and then down his neck to span the breadth of his collarbones. He's still glimmering a bit, beautiful and tempting, and she cannot help but lean in to kiss him once before resuming her touch.

She presses her palms against his chest and feels the muscle there, slides them lower to his abdomen.

"You are powerfully made for a healer, you know."

"Bless," he sighed, laying mostly still, though the hand closest to her was content to find stray tresses of her hair to toy with. Her hand moved over him and he hummed in pleasure. "I stay fit. I'm on my feet most days and we fae have a high metabolism- ah, our bodies burn excess energy quickly. Rare is the sight of a portly sidhe, and that one would have to be entirely gluttonous to maintain it. But, you'll find that in this land, health is something people can obsess over. They've made exercise into a sport, as well as something to do for fun."

Was he also gloating a little that she liked what she saw? Entirely.

Touching him makes her forget that she is still completely nude and where her hair slips over her shoulder, it brushes against her breasts where she's still sensitive. Oh. It seems that her body isn't quite done with arousal even though they have finished being together at the moment.

She straddles him to make it easier to touch him and when she does, she can feel how hard he is beneath her. She knows enough about that to know what it means and she speaks soft and low.

"I should take care of you the way you took care of me."

"That... is not necessary." Even though his body was viscerally attuned to her and wanted nothing more than to keep touching her, keep being touched. He's grateful he still has his sleep pants on- for now. But her straddling him, sitting over him was a sight that he found himself quite taken by. The windows had the shades pulled down, but it was still light enough out that the light slipping through was making her hair turn into his own personal sunset. "You are heavenly, my little dove."

"Perhaps not necessary but wanted," Sansa says, sliding her hand down his abdomen to rest just above the waistband of his pants. She can feel the hard muscle there and she thinks she's never seen a man more beautiful even without his glamour.

"For you do want it, do you not?"

"Yes," he hissed out, shifting slightly as he felt her tease at the band of his pants, licking his lips as he looked up at her. His hands had moved to her thighs, drawing little curlicues and circles along her legs from knees to upper thighs. Just teasing, but enjoying it with her looking at him like that. All proud and assured.

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