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Shit, Maya--
[ Now that she's in a better position, he tangles his hand in her hair, his other running up and down her back encouragingly. It only takes a couple of seconds for him to realize what she's doing, and he huffs a laugh. ]
Branding me, huh? [ He can't help how breathless he sounds, but at least his amusement is easily conveyed. He won't stop her, though -- hickies are kind of awesome. ]
[ Now that she's in a better position, he tangles his hand in her hair, his other running up and down her back encouragingly. It only takes a couple of seconds for him to realize what she's doing, and he huffs a laugh. ]
Branding me, huh? [ He can't help how breathless he sounds, but at least his amusement is easily conveyed. He won't stop her, though -- hickies are kind of awesome. ]
[ She laughs a little too, the sound low and breathy, but amused. ] Well, you are all mine, aren't you?
[ She gives a little roll of her hips, as though to punctuate her point ]
[ She gives a little roll of her hips, as though to punctuate her point ]
[ She gives him a mock salute ]
I'm going to sit outside for a bit. Let me know when you're ready to go.
I'm going to sit outside for a bit. Let me know when you're ready to go.
[ He bites down on his lip again, suppressing another moan and turning it into a choked grunt instead. His hips buck, and god dammit he's already hard and aching. He really hopes the others are gone, because sooner or later, Maya is gonna seriously drive him up a wall, and he doesn't know if he'll have the capacity to keep quiet.
For now, though, he at least has it in him to smirk at her, gaze half-lidded. ]
Not sure on that. Pretty sure I haven't seen your name anywhere on me.
For now, though, he at least has it in him to smirk at her, gaze half-lidded. ]
Not sure on that. Pretty sure I haven't seen your name anywhere on me.
[ It's not too much longer before he finishes up and gets his belongings together; Maya has healed him well, but his muscles are stiff and sore as he pulls on his coat. He feels like he just finished swimming for four days straight, and he's not looking forward to having to travel like this (and there's the nagging feeling that, really, he'll just be slowing them down).
Still, he knows it could be worse, considering the nature of the blow he took; he's seen an assignment go wrong on more than one occasion, where a Ravager (or sometimes only his body) would return covered in ugly burns and weeping sores after setting off some sort of arcane trap. So for him, this is a good sort of pain. It's the sort of pain that says, "At least you're not dead, you dumbass."
He pauses when he moves to gather up his satchel, opening one of the pockets and reaching in. His fingers brush against his mother's pendant, the silver metal warm and reassuring and there; oftentimes, simply touching it has a way of chasing away his anxiety and fears and makes him feel like a child again, when his mother would scare away the demons hiding in the shadows. This time is no different, and he just feels-- better, somehow, like a fog has lifted.
For a long moment, he just kneels there with the pendant in his hand, eyes closed, breath slow, and his thoughts is more serene than they have been in days.
The moment passes, though. Once his bow and quiver are in their rightful places at his back and the strap of his satchel is slung across his shoulder, he joins Maya at the entrance of the den, leaning against the cave's mouth. The time spent holding the pendant has done quite a bit to improve his condition, it seems, and he's visibly calmer, brighter. ]
I'm good when you are.
Still, he knows it could be worse, considering the nature of the blow he took; he's seen an assignment go wrong on more than one occasion, where a Ravager (or sometimes only his body) would return covered in ugly burns and weeping sores after setting off some sort of arcane trap. So for him, this is a good sort of pain. It's the sort of pain that says, "At least you're not dead, you dumbass."
He pauses when he moves to gather up his satchel, opening one of the pockets and reaching in. His fingers brush against his mother's pendant, the silver metal warm and reassuring and there; oftentimes, simply touching it has a way of chasing away his anxiety and fears and makes him feel like a child again, when his mother would scare away the demons hiding in the shadows. This time is no different, and he just feels-- better, somehow, like a fog has lifted.
For a long moment, he just kneels there with the pendant in his hand, eyes closed, breath slow, and his thoughts is more serene than they have been in days.
The moment passes, though. Once his bow and quiver are in their rightful places at his back and the strap of his satchel is slung across his shoulder, he joins Maya at the entrance of the den, leaning against the cave's mouth. The time spent holding the pendant has done quite a bit to improve his condition, it seems, and he's visibly calmer, brighter. ]
I'm good when you are.
[ Maya has her own methods for centering herself, for regaining her clam an focus. She's seated cross-legged in the grass, hands on her knees, face turned upward towards the rays of sunlight poking through the trees. Her eyes are closed and she looks perfectly serene.
It was the only thing of value she ever took from the abbey- some of the kinder Brothers had taught her their meditation methods. "Respect the silence," they had said. "Treasure the moments of inaction." And honestly, it was probably the only reason she didn't go insane after so long in that relic.
She hears Peter approach, hears him speak, but she stays where she is for a moment more. Deep breath in, and out. ]
All right. Let's be on our way.
It was the only thing of value she ever took from the abbey- some of the kinder Brothers had taught her their meditation methods. "Respect the silence," they had said. "Treasure the moments of inaction." And honestly, it was probably the only reason she didn't go insane after so long in that relic.
She hears Peter approach, hears him speak, but she stays where she is for a moment more. Deep breath in, and out. ]
All right. Let's be on our way.
[ Ohhh, she can feel the way he's straining against his pants and she just loves turning him on. It's empowering and intoxicating, and the smirk she gives him has a definite wicked edge to it. ]
No? I think I see it right here- [ she indicates the new bruise forming on his collarbone with a playful swipe of her tongue ] -and here- [ and she scrapes her nails over his stomach again, leaving pink lines trailing over his skin in their wake ] -and... hmmm...
[ she trails off, sitting up a little to look him over thoughtfully for a moment. Not once does that smirk leave her face ] Ah- and riiiight--- [ now she leans back down, and begins circling one of his nipples with her tongue, flicking it across the tip a couple times then: ] -here. [ she bites him- not too hard, but not very gently, either. ]
No? I think I see it right here- [ she indicates the new bruise forming on his collarbone with a playful swipe of her tongue ] -and here- [ and she scrapes her nails over his stomach again, leaving pink lines trailing over his skin in their wake ] -and... hmmm...
[ she trails off, sitting up a little to look him over thoughtfully for a moment. Not once does that smirk leave her face ] Ah- and riiiight--- [ now she leans back down, and begins circling one of his nipples with her tongue, flicking it across the tip a couple times then: ] -here. [ she bites him- not too hard, but not very gently, either. ]
[ His breath hitches each time she marks him, and then he stops breathing altogether as her tongue moves over his nipple in expectation. And then-- ]
Oh, shit, fuck--
[ Yes, he definitely moans in earnest now, and fuck the others. If any of them are here after all, they can either shuffle off awkwardly or enjoy the music, because Peter is way beyond giving any kind of a damn right now.
(There's a brief, surreal second where he gives thought to the idea of Drax listening-in to dirty talk in general, and he imagines getting stopped in the cargo bay for Drax to ask, "What is the purpose of demanding your partner to say your name?"
It nearly kills his mood.)
His nails dig into her skin on reflex, and he's aching and Jesus, she's good, she's really good, and he grinds his hips against hers, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
When he speaks, his voice is hoarse and a distant, clearly focused on something else at the moment. ]
Alright, hadn't noticed those.
Oh, shit, fuck--
[ Yes, he definitely moans in earnest now, and fuck the others. If any of them are here after all, they can either shuffle off awkwardly or enjoy the music, because Peter is way beyond giving any kind of a damn right now.
(There's a brief, surreal second where he gives thought to the idea of Drax listening-in to dirty talk in general, and he imagines getting stopped in the cargo bay for Drax to ask, "What is the purpose of demanding your partner to say your name?"
It nearly kills his mood.)
His nails dig into her skin on reflex, and he's aching and Jesus, she's good, she's really good, and he grinds his hips against hers, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
When he speaks, his voice is hoarse and a distant, clearly focused on something else at the moment. ]
Alright, hadn't noticed those.
[ The way he moans and grinds his hips against hers just so is almost enough to make her say fuck it, and take him right then and there. Her hand actually twitches towards the waistband of his pants before she decides, no.
No, it will be much more fun to make him beg for it.
She kisses her way across his chest and takes his other nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling with a little more care than she'd shown the other one. That one, she takes between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently as she glances up at him, breath hot on his skin. ] Mm. So we're agreed that you are mine, then?
No, it will be much more fun to make him beg for it.
She kisses her way across his chest and takes his other nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling with a little more care than she'd shown the other one. That one, she takes between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently as she glances up at him, breath hot on his skin. ] Mm. So we're agreed that you are mine, then?
[ Staying on the move, it seems, was far easier said than done.
Although they were avoiding them, they were still using towns as landmarks to guide their way, and the next one from the little den was approximately three days' travel. Maya had done an admirable job of repairing the damage from Mondo's magic, but Peter's body was still exhausted and repairing itself and, in a perfect world, he would've had another day or two to rest. But the world isn't perfect, because sometimes you get chased by a band of bloodthirsty thieves and maniacal wizards, and sometimes you make blood pacts with Sirens, and sometimes you lose the ones you love or get imprisoned by a bunch of assholes -- so, Peter thinks, you just have to make do with the hand you're dealt.
On the bright side, Peter's fears of slowing them down weren't proven true, mostly because sheer stubbornness and willpower (and, in some ways, fear of a repeat of their encounter with someone like Brother Mordo) kept him upright far after it was wise for him to still be moving. If it hadn't been for Maya noticing his unsteady steps and forcing them to rest, and subsequently lecturing him for how idiotic and irresponsible and bull-headed (and a whole lot of other negative attributes that Peter didn't hear because she was using her magic to heal him by that point, and once she did that it made him seriously drowsy), Peter would've kept going until he collapsed from exhaustion.
At the very least, he slept dreamlessly that night.
It's midway through the second day that Maya had had enough and gave him an earful, and whatever it was he heard finally got through his thick skull. Guilt probably had a lot to do with it. Pride, too, perhaps. He probably had those dark thoughts about being a burden and a liability, and what would happen if they were attacked and he was too exhausted and couldn't put up a fight? He would look ridiculous. Bad enough he was out-classed in every possible way when it came to a magic-user battle; the least he could do was be an annoyance and a distraction if members of the Order appeared.
So Maya stops forcing their breaks, because Peter's the one finally asking. Perhaps they're not stopping as frequently as they should, but that he's asking to rest at all is surely an improvement.
He's feeling a lot better by the third day, but still not quite at his best just yet. Maybe another day or two and he'll be fine, he thinks -- or he hopes, anyway. But at the moment he's leaning against a tree, trying to catch his breath as Maya moves on ahead. They're not too far from town, maybe another hour or two, and he'd really like to just keep pressing forward to at least reach the outskirts, but his legs are starting to feel like jelly, but they're so close, and maybe he could just keep going--? ]
Maya, hold on. [ He sounds a little pissed and embarrassed. ] Sorry-- could we stop again?
Although they were avoiding them, they were still using towns as landmarks to guide their way, and the next one from the little den was approximately three days' travel. Maya had done an admirable job of repairing the damage from Mondo's magic, but Peter's body was still exhausted and repairing itself and, in a perfect world, he would've had another day or two to rest. But the world isn't perfect, because sometimes you get chased by a band of bloodthirsty thieves and maniacal wizards, and sometimes you make blood pacts with Sirens, and sometimes you lose the ones you love or get imprisoned by a bunch of assholes -- so, Peter thinks, you just have to make do with the hand you're dealt.
On the bright side, Peter's fears of slowing them down weren't proven true, mostly because sheer stubbornness and willpower (and, in some ways, fear of a repeat of their encounter with someone like Brother Mordo) kept him upright far after it was wise for him to still be moving. If it hadn't been for Maya noticing his unsteady steps and forcing them to rest, and subsequently lecturing him for how idiotic and irresponsible and bull-headed (and a whole lot of other negative attributes that Peter didn't hear because she was using her magic to heal him by that point, and once she did that it made him seriously drowsy), Peter would've kept going until he collapsed from exhaustion.
At the very least, he slept dreamlessly that night.
It's midway through the second day that Maya had had enough and gave him an earful, and whatever it was he heard finally got through his thick skull. Guilt probably had a lot to do with it. Pride, too, perhaps. He probably had those dark thoughts about being a burden and a liability, and what would happen if they were attacked and he was too exhausted and couldn't put up a fight? He would look ridiculous. Bad enough he was out-classed in every possible way when it came to a magic-user battle; the least he could do was be an annoyance and a distraction if members of the Order appeared.
So Maya stops forcing their breaks, because Peter's the one finally asking. Perhaps they're not stopping as frequently as they should, but that he's asking to rest at all is surely an improvement.
He's feeling a lot better by the third day, but still not quite at his best just yet. Maybe another day or two and he'll be fine, he thinks -- or he hopes, anyway. But at the moment he's leaning against a tree, trying to catch his breath as Maya moves on ahead. They're not too far from town, maybe another hour or two, and he'd really like to just keep pressing forward to at least reach the outskirts, but his legs are starting to feel like jelly, but they're so close, and maybe he could just keep going--? ]
Maya, hold on. [ He sounds a little pissed and embarrassed. ] Sorry-- could we stop again?
[ His hands roam down, gliding against her sides and resting against her hips and-- yeah, he's definitely getting impatient, because he's trying to pull her down while he pushes up against her.
His hands tighten their grip as she pinches his nipple, back arching, and heat is surging through him and he just really. wants. this. ]
Yes. [ Still breathless, a little needy, and if he were in a better state of mind he'd be somewhere between embarrassed and ashamed. ] Yep. All yours.
His hands tighten their grip as she pinches his nipple, back arching, and heat is surging through him and he just really. wants. this. ]
Yes. [ Still breathless, a little needy, and if he were in a better state of mind he'd be somewhere between embarrassed and ashamed. ] Yep. All yours.
[ Maya is well-aware of the frailty of humans, Peter's, it seems, most of all. She's not sure what would compel him to push himself far beyond his limit, but having demonic strength and stamina, she has yet to actually reach hers so she really has no place to wonder.
She has no problems with sitting Peter down and telling him when he's being a dumbass about it. She cares about him (again, in what capacity, she has no idea), and would rather not see him exhaust or further injure himself.
So when he starts asking to take breaks, she really and genuinely appreciates it, because it means he's willing to take his own well-being into account and not just hers.
Which is why she stops walking, and turns to him with a nod and a look on her face that she hopes it reassuring. ] Of course. If you want to sit down, I can get you some water.
She has no problems with sitting Peter down and telling him when he's being a dumbass about it. She cares about him (again, in what capacity, she has no idea), and would rather not see him exhaust or further injure himself.
So when he starts asking to take breaks, she really and genuinely appreciates it, because it means he's willing to take his own well-being into account and not just hers.
Which is why she stops walking, and turns to him with a nod and a look on her face that she hopes it reassuring. ] Of course. If you want to sit down, I can get you some water.
[ At her invitation, he slips off his bow and flops down immediately and gracelessly (but only because she suggested it, honestly). At least he's careful not to sit on his knapsack. ]
I'd appreciate it. [ He leans back against the tree, head tilted back against the bark. ] Sorry again. I know we're near town, I just...
[ He trails off, shrugging a little helplessly. ]
I'd appreciate it. [ He leans back against the tree, head tilted back against the bark. ] Sorry again. I know we're near town, I just...
[ He trails off, shrugging a little helplessly. ]
[ She resists, bracing herself against his efforts to pull her down and hovering just on the edge of contact with his hips. And, oh the tone of his voice is just delicious, but she wants more.
She laughs, the sound dark and predatory. ]
Something you want, Peter?
She laughs, the sound dark and predatory. ]
Something you want, Peter?
Peter, please don't worry about it. The important thing is that you recover.
[ she moves to the knapsack, rifling through it for the empty skein. ] There's a creek nearby. I'll fill this and be right back.
[ She lifts the skein free and turns to go, though not before jarring something small and silver from one of the pockets. ] Ah- I'm sorry. I didn't know that was in there.
[ she moves to the knapsack, rifling through it for the empty skein. ] There's a creek nearby. I'll fill this and be right back.
[ She lifts the skein free and turns to go, though not before jarring something small and silver from one of the pockets. ] Ah- I'm sorry. I didn't know that was in there.
[ He's a little puzzled when she resists, his hips bucking up and his cock just barely brushing against her and does not sob, he absolutely doesn't -- he hums. Yeah, hums, that sounds better. Less pathetic.
But then he catches her gaze and, oh God, her voice sends more warmth surging through him, but at the same time he's suddenly nervous.
Because now he knows what she's doing. He knows what she's doing, and he's really fucking turned on.
He tries again, hips lifting and it's not enough and he bites his lower lip as his head falls back against the bed.
Nope. Not begging. Definitely not. Nuh-uh. Still-- still humming, though, and his nails dig into her hips a little deeper. ]
But then he catches her gaze and, oh God, her voice sends more warmth surging through him, but at the same time he's suddenly nervous.
Because now he knows what she's doing. He knows what she's doing, and he's really fucking turned on.
He tries again, hips lifting and it's not enough and he bites his lower lip as his head falls back against the bed.
Nope. Not begging. Definitely not. Nuh-uh. Still-- still humming, though, and his nails dig into her hips a little deeper. ]
[ His eyes are already slipping closed when she moves to grab the skein from his bag, but he glances over lazily when she apologizes, and the light catches on something small and silver.
The pendant.
He starts immediately, eyes wide, and working on some base instinct, his hand flies out to snatch it up. He doesn't realize how desperate he looks, because he's busy remembering the last time he lost it, how fear of losing it forever had made him physically sick, and how finding it after hours of searching in mud was the only thing that had helped him recover.
Weirdly, he calms the instant his fingers close around it and he sighs with relief. He takes a few breathes and pulls a hand through his hair before he finally answers. ]
It's okay. Just-- try to be careful.
The pendant.
He starts immediately, eyes wide, and working on some base instinct, his hand flies out to snatch it up. He doesn't realize how desperate he looks, because he's busy remembering the last time he lost it, how fear of losing it forever had made him physically sick, and how finding it after hours of searching in mud was the only thing that had helped him recover.
Weirdly, he calms the instant his fingers close around it and he sighs with relief. He takes a few breathes and pulls a hand through his hair before he finally answers. ]
It's okay. Just-- try to be careful.
[ Later, she'll have to give him shit about trying to keep his dignity, but right now it's really fucking sexy to watch him squirm and try to grind against her and totally not whine when he can't.
She clamps her hands around his wrists, and wrenches his hands from her hips (she's going to have bruises there, she just knows she is. Fuck if she won't think of them as a trophy for making him cling to her for dear life). ]
I said-- [ She shifts her entire body weight, moving to pin his hands down on either side of his head, and braces one leg on his hip to keep him from arching against her. She stares down at him, hair framing her face in blue cascades, eyes dark and wild and wanting. ] Something you want?
[ She punctuates that last word by pressing him into the mattress a little, grip tightening around his wrists. She's sure he has her beat on pure physical strength, but she has the advantage of the high ground. She hopes she also has the advantage of him not being in possession of all of his faculties, either. ]
She clamps her hands around his wrists, and wrenches his hands from her hips (she's going to have bruises there, she just knows she is. Fuck if she won't think of them as a trophy for making him cling to her for dear life). ]
I said-- [ She shifts her entire body weight, moving to pin his hands down on either side of his head, and braces one leg on his hip to keep him from arching against her. She stares down at him, hair framing her face in blue cascades, eyes dark and wild and wanting. ] Something you want?
[ She punctuates that last word by pressing him into the mattress a little, grip tightening around his wrists. She's sure he has her beat on pure physical strength, but she has the advantage of the high ground. She hopes she also has the advantage of him not being in possession of all of his faculties, either. ]
[ That reaction was strange and startling, and she looks a little concerned, but nods all the same. She goes quickly to refill their water supply, and comes back a few short moments later.
She offers him the skein, quiet for a beat before saying softly, ] I assume that's important to you.
She offers him the skein, quiet for a beat before saying softly, ] I assume that's important to you.
[ He's still holding it when she returns, looking down at the metal pendant decorated simply with some sort of black, swirling design; and he's considerably calmer when he takes the skein from her.
He takes a long pull from it, then nods; and he struggles, a little, to get his phrasing right when he speaks. ]
My mother gave it to me, before she-- when-- when the Ravagers took me. Kept it ever since.
He takes a long pull from it, then nods; and he struggles, a little, to get his phrasing right when he speaks. ]
My mother gave it to me, before she-- when-- when the Ravagers took me. Kept it ever since.
[ She takes a seat next to him, leaning against his shoulder to peer over at the pendant.
Well, at least his reaction makes a little more sense. ]
Very precious indeed. I'm sorry I dropped it.
Well, at least his reaction makes a little more sense. ]
Very precious indeed. I'm sorry I dropped it.
[ She definitely takes him by surprise, and his eyes widen -- and in any other situation (say, if he were being attacked, for instance), he'd be working to flip their positions. As it is, though, he's not in the right mindset for grabs or counterholds or whatever the hell, because Maya looks hot as hell right now, and yep, that dark, scary, predatory glint in her eye has him seriously excited.
... Apparently he likes being dominated. Good to know.
But he still struggles against her grip a little, and despite her holding his hips down, he still tries to raise them. The positioning is terrible for him, though, and his attention is way, way, way diverted right now. ]
Fuck, Maya. [ And the last syllable is drawn out a bit in something that is not a sob. Nope. Just a ragged sort of exhale. ]
... Apparently he likes being dominated. Good to know.
But he still struggles against her grip a little, and despite her holding his hips down, he still tries to raise them. The positioning is terrible for him, though, and his attention is way, way, way diverted right now. ]
Fuck, Maya. [ And the last syllable is drawn out a bit in something that is not a sob. Nope. Just a ragged sort of exhale. ]
Maya what? [ She's really not sure what kind of weird power trip she's on right now, and to be honest she doesn't quite care. She caught this wave, and she's going to ride it out until the end- anything to watch him struggle like that, desperate and wanting. It sends electricity shooting down her spine.
She feels him try to move his hips, and digs her knee in a little as if to say no, no, silly boy. She leans down, careful to still keep him pinned, and murmurs darkly in his ear, ]
I want to hear you beg.
[ May as well be blunt about it, or else he'll hold onto his pretense of dignity until she teases him to death. ]
She feels him try to move his hips, and digs her knee in a little as if to say no, no, silly boy. She leans down, careful to still keep him pinned, and murmurs darkly in his ear, ]
I want to hear you beg.
[ May as well be blunt about it, or else he'll hold onto his pretense of dignity until she teases him to death. ]
[ He shrugs his other shoulder, trying for a reassuring smile. He's a little surprised by her closeness, but he tries not to show it -- in a small way, he's afraid drawing attention to it might startle her. ]
Hey, no harm done.
[ He holds the pendant a little higher, giving her a better view. ]
Used to wear it around my neck, but I nearly lost it once. Guard grabbed me around the collar while I was on a job, snapped the chain without my noticing. Didn't realize it was gone until hours later. Had to sneak back to look for it.
Hey, no harm done.
[ He holds the pendant a little higher, giving her a better view. ]
Used to wear it around my neck, but I nearly lost it once. Guard grabbed me around the collar while I was on a job, snapped the chain without my noticing. Didn't realize it was gone until hours later. Had to sneak back to look for it.
[ Yes. Dominating Maya is an awesome Maya, Peter decides.
Scary, though. Seriously scary, but really fucking sexy, too.
The way her knee presses against his hip provides just some pressure, just a little, and he sighs in a mix of relief and desire -- it's not enough. His hands clench into tight fists and he tries to free his wrists again, desperate to touch her, desperate to get his hands on her hips to physically pull her down, but it's a shitty effort, because apparently all the blood in his body has moved elsewhere, and-- fuck it, he whines when he feels her breath, hot against his ear.
Shit, she's seriously gonna kill me one of these days. ]
Maya-- [ And he'll admit it-- that came out very sob-like. He tries to buck her off, tries to twist his hips on the off-chance he might imbalance her. Jesus, he must look like a fucking idiot right now, seeing as how Maya, as strong as she is, shouldn't be able to overpower him like this, but he can't quite seem to care. When his efforts yield no results, his head falls back on the bed again. ]
Maya, please--
Scary, though. Seriously scary, but really fucking sexy, too.
The way her knee presses against his hip provides just some pressure, just a little, and he sighs in a mix of relief and desire -- it's not enough. His hands clench into tight fists and he tries to free his wrists again, desperate to touch her, desperate to get his hands on her hips to physically pull her down, but it's a shitty effort, because apparently all the blood in his body has moved elsewhere, and-- fuck it, he whines when he feels her breath, hot against his ear.
Shit, she's seriously gonna kill me one of these days. ]
Maya-- [ And he'll admit it-- that came out very sob-like. He tries to buck her off, tries to twist his hips on the off-chance he might imbalance her. Jesus, he must look like a fucking idiot right now, seeing as how Maya, as strong as she is, shouldn't be able to overpower him like this, but he can't quite seem to care. When his efforts yield no results, his head falls back on the bed again. ]
Maya, please--
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