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[Lust watches as he finishes undressing. A healthy, fit, undressed man is still a rather new and rare sight to her. And Boone is certainly a healthy, fit man. She can't help but bite her bottom lip as her eyes rake over his form, lingering between his legs. She feels that familiar flutter of anticipation and nervousness as she shifts on the bed to let him join her.]

It's ridiculous, really. She's had sex. As a human. But those odd little fears pop up anyhow - will it fit, will he care about the mess?

She tries to shove them away as he stretches out over her, covering her easily. Lust's arms lift to embrace him as he touches her, body rising into his hands. Her thighs part, despite all desire to press tightly together.]

Touch me, Craig. Please.

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[He's not much of a talker, and that carries over to the bedroom. But he'll do as he's asked, kissing along her collarbone as he lets his hand wander between her legs. His finger starts to work her slowly, small circular motions. He glances up at her face as he does, wanting to see her expression. She's somehow even more beautiful like this. There's a vulnerability about her that's undeniably attractive, something he hasn't seen in her until now. He can tell she's somewhat nervous, but he hopes he can ease those fears out of her before he actually goes any further.]

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[He knows what he's doing.]

[That alone is something relatively uncommon in Lust's experience. Her partners...they were either men with no knowledge of how to pleasure a woman or men who simply didn't care. It wasn't as though no effort had ever been made, but... Boone knows what he's doing. It does help to relax her some, her hands moving idly over his back.]

[She thinks she's never more human than like this, naked and opened to another person.]

[It's clear Boone's ministrations are working. Lust's sex is slick and quivers under his fingers, parting eagerly for him.]

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This feel okay?

[He murmurs it against her skin, as his finger dips inside her. Boone likes to make sure he actually asks how his partner is feeling as he continues, at least for the first few times, but he also wants to hear the quiver in her voice. It's a turn on in itself, knowing that Lust wants him as badly as he wants her.]

[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust's first response is simply to nod, not trusting words. But she realizes that's hardly helpful, can he even see that she's nodded? But it seems such a difficult task, to bring forth coherent words and not simply whimpered sounds of pleasure.]

Yes!

[The word is breathless and sharp, torn from Lust's lips as she arches herself into Boone's hand. Her lower lip catches between her lip tight enough to bruise and her hair cascades in flowing patterns across the pillow and sheets. Her toes curl. There's a flush on her cheeks and down her throat, her skin alive with desire.]

[There's no doubt as to how badly she wants him.]

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[That's all he needs. He moves back slightly so he can position himself properly at her entrance, pushing in slowly so they can both savour the feeling. He breathes out a slow, shaky breath as he presses forward, and once he's buried deep inside her he stays like that for a moment. She's tight around him, and he's so turned on that he barely trusts himself to move.

He swallows, before moving his hips finally. Keeping the pace slower than he'd like for now, because if he goes too fast it'll all be over too quickly. He runs a hand through her long, dark hair, and takes in how beautiful she looks right now. Flushed and wanting, all for him. Goddamn, he's lucky. And for once, he ignores the little voice inside his head that tells him it'll be ripped away from him soon enough.]