[ It escapes his lips like a wisp of smoke, yet she might find the nudge of his forehead more intimate.
His name? If she is familiar with the Chinese classes, maybe she would know who he is. He doesn't expect her to. Even if she did, he knows she wouldn't care to remember his name out of all 108 Stars of Destiny. Still, when he understands what she is—
When two people such as themselves are like this, bodies entwined and distance an absolute zero, he wants her to say it. ]
Call me Yan Qing.
[ Jade eyes lock onto hers as his thumb traces the curve of her cheek. ]
Don't tell anyone I told you, [ because a Servant's True Name is an enemy's greatest weapon. ] but that's the name that makes me happiest.
Now kiss me. [ Another suck, another gasp. ] And don't stop.
[No one had ever said her name like that; a way that made her breath hitch and her knees weak. It barely lasts two seconds, yet the effect lingers dangerously. She'd thought names and such couldn't possibly bear any real importance. She was... wrong.
It makes her want to hear his more.
There are two things that Maki knows. First, that his name is Chinese. Second, that it's important. More than one reason exists for such secrecy. She'd come face to face with them several times in her life. The reason doesn't matter. It matters that she knows-- that she was let in, allowed to come in contact with this intimate part of himself.]
Yan Qing...
[Her voice treats the foreign name like a magnificent work of art, unique and beautiful. It's soft, softer than she has any right to be.
The grip on his clothes loosens and her right hand comes up to brush against the side of his face, tracing the curve of his jaw. As it slid to the back of his head, she pushed herself up on the balls of her feet and rekindled the kiss. Arms loop around his neck. Gentle, where her kiss is an uncontrollable flame.
She's contained and suppressed the part of her that was most human for so long that when it comes out, it breaks out wildly. Maki has a long way to go if she ever hoped to restore that. But it was still there inside of her. It wasn't as dead as she liked to think.]
[The force that overcomes his lips brings a heat that spreads like wildfire, color blooming on his chest and core as she kisses him relentlessly. He doesn't know if he's her first, but she certainly makes him feel that way with the way she sweeps him into her passion. Her arms are around his shoulders and he brings her closer to his chest, hand pressing flat on his back so that she can feel his wild heartbeat. If she touches his face and says his name like that, he doesn't know if he can stop her from saying it any more than she should. Maki is flesh and blood, but he is only born from words on a page. The sound of his name is everything. Yet for both of them, he thinks, this is a confirmation of their humanity.]
Yeah, like that. [The taste of her lips leaves his mouth when he speaks, so he is quick to take it again between the catches of breath.] You're doing great, Maki.
[He moans into the kiss, and his hands start to wander down her curves. His body begins to roll into her hips, letting her feel what she's doing to him and the length of it.]
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[ It escapes his lips like a wisp of smoke, yet she might find the nudge of his forehead more intimate.
His name? If she is familiar with the Chinese classes, maybe she would know who he is. He doesn't expect her to. Even if she did, he knows she wouldn't care to remember his name out of all 108 Stars of Destiny. Still, when he understands what she is—
When two people such as themselves are like this, bodies entwined and distance an absolute zero, he wants her to say it. ]
Call me Yan Qing.
[ Jade eyes lock onto hers as his thumb traces the curve of her cheek. ]
Don't tell anyone I told you, [ because a Servant's True Name is an enemy's greatest weapon. ] but that's the name that makes me happiest.
Now kiss me. [ Another suck, another gasp. ] And don't stop.
[ Make him feel like he exists. ]
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It makes her want to hear his more.
There are two things that Maki knows. First, that his name is Chinese. Second, that it's important. More than one reason exists for such secrecy. She'd come face to face with them several times in her life. The reason doesn't matter. It matters that she knows-- that she was let in, allowed to come in contact with this intimate part of himself.]
Yan Qing...
[Her voice treats the foreign name like a magnificent work of art, unique and beautiful. It's soft, softer than she has any right to be.
The grip on his clothes loosens and her right hand comes up to brush against the side of his face, tracing the curve of his jaw. As it slid to the back of his head, she pushed herself up on the balls of her feet and rekindled the kiss. Arms loop around his neck. Gentle, where her kiss is an uncontrollable flame.
She's contained and suppressed the part of her that was most human for so long that when it comes out, it breaks out wildly. Maki has a long way to go if she ever hoped to restore that. But it was still there inside of her. It wasn't as dead as she liked to think.]
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Yeah, like that. [The taste of her lips leaves his mouth when he speaks, so he is quick to take it again between the catches of breath.] You're doing great, Maki.
[He moans into the kiss, and his hands start to wander down her curves. His body begins to roll into her hips, letting her feel what she's doing to him and the length of it.]
You're so good...