#bloody touches his cheek tenderly and PRAISES HIM ALL THE TIME and wants to die with him and misses him till the point of FURY

[magnusbae]

been having some rough few days in the sw books tags

[oberynmartell]

the hour of the wolf part v

[Prologue | Part One] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV] 

"I've got you, omega. My omega."

Rey allowed herself a moment to luxuriate in the words after they were uttered by the massive man before her, the unflinching certainty and aplomb that had been present in his deep voice making her lips tremble, her knees nearly giving out beneath her at the look in his dark eyes as he spoke.

She had spent so many years on her own in the barren wastelands of Jakku, working her callused fingers bloody to find enough salvage to trade for food that day, trudging through the sand each night to return to an empty home where her only company were her daydreams and the whip of cold desert wind. She had been utterly and completely alone, dreaming about the day her parents would come for her— when someone would come for her, to tell her they loved her, that they cared for her.

After so many years of unending isolation and loneliness, it was almost overwhelming to be in Ben's presence now. To see him standing before her, pledging his care, his protection, his affection, for the rest of her life, promising that he would carry her not only through this heat, but, from the unwavering sincerity in his soft eyes and the firmness with which he spoke, through all the heats to come.

Pleasure unfurled in the cavern of her chest at his words, filling and filling and filling until it overflowed. Rey's body flooded with affection, the pleasure brought on by his praise palpable in every charged moment that passed between them, every milimetre of distance between their bodies, every breath sharply exhaled from her heaving chest.

He claimed her, he wanted her— and just the thought of not spending the rest of her days alone made Rey feel as though she might burst from the warmth that spread through her chest and belly.

She preened under his attentions, captured in the cage of his strong arms as he planted them on either side of her, backing her against a tall oak tree that seemed to be trembling just as much as she. His eyes were black as the obsidian curls shining in the silver moonlight that bathed them, gazing over her as she stood before him, concealed only by the soft flush that coloured her cheeks and began to arc down her slim throat.  

He moved slow, deliberate, closing what little space lay between them, bowing his head to catch her earlobe between his front teeth and tug gently. She moaned, feeling his warm breath fan out across her neck, sharp teeth dragging down the arc of her jaw beside her ear, teeth marking her skin in a way her omega craved would stay forever.

Rey watched the rain fall down his face as it sprayed down from above, water arcing down his scarred cheek and over the corner of his soft lips and she could not help but lean forward to catch the water that fell from his skin like teardrop diamonds. His skin tasted like warmth and rain and sweet, southern spices, like all the comfort of a home she had so long ached for, like darkness and hunger and barely restrained desire. Like Ben— and Rey couldn't get enough.

Her lips pulled a soft bruise to the surface of his skin beneath the flushed gland on his neck, his moan reverberating through her as though it had been uttered flush just against the shell of her ear, and he tilted his head so that she could continue, could follow the line of his jaw, could lower her mouth to his throat and plant a hundred kisses there.

Ben groaned, more animal than man, hands clenched at his sides to keep from reaching for her. His hips jerked, twitching forward to grind against her belly, hungry, rabid, near feral with want, unable to resist the unbridled longing that coursed through him, thicker and faster and more potent than his alpha blood. Anxiety thrummed in his chest like the impetuous beat of a hummingbird's wings, a silent battle raging between alpha and Ben as the beast urged to protect and fuck and claim.

“Alpha...” she breathed, her voice clouded and far away.

He could smell the heat on her skin, could see the way a flush curled down her neck as it heated her, the hand not curled around his shoulder clutching weakly at her aching belly. The alpha within him reared, furious that Ben wasn't sating his omega's heat, wasn't keeping her safe and protected from this pain.

She wound her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him down towards her knowingly, rising up on her toes and urging his face down into the curved bend of her neck and shoulder.

He followed her lead, bending his head to nose at her gland, letting the tip of his aquiline nose drag along her neck as he breathed long and deep. He could feel himself ease almost at once, the scent of his omega causing a sedate, syrupy calm to twist through him like smoke from an extinguished wick.

She bent to nose at his gland, curling against him like a kitten as she scented him. Ben was happy to relinquish control for the moment as Rey sought out a proper taste of him, the bold omega grasping hungrily at his chest as her teeth grazed his gland, aching to savor the headiness of his skin, to swallow down his scent until she could memorize it, until it became part of hers.

A growl rolled through his chest like thunder, the way her tongue ran over his gland setting his teeth on edge, setting him on fire— so that he soon began to tremble with barely contained want, the hands that had fallen over her hips tightening until they were locked around her, holding her against him, rutting gently against her smooth belly.  

Ben was too far gone to bother with cockiness at the desperate whine that pulled up from the back of her throat as he pulled away from her. He grabbed the cloak he had been pulled free from its clasps around his shoulders and tossed the thick sheepskin mantle down at their feet until it blanketed the wet earth, and he sank to his knees before her, his umber eyes hooded and blown impossibly wide, the brown long ago swallowed by darkened lust.

Rey spread her legs wider for him and he growled, an apodeictic heat present in the way his hands smoothed over her waist, an undeniable urgency to how he spread his fingers along the backs of her bare hips and pulled her close enough to bed his head against her belly. The way his eyes swept over her was animalistic, barbarous, appraising her in a way that sent a wicked thrill of pleasure surging through her, a feeling of virtuous power flooding her at the idea that she had brought this man, this alpha, this prince, to his knees.

His palms were big and strong and warm against her naked skin, rough with the telltale calluses that told of his familiarity with a sword, and it sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her belly and down between her legs, her mind flooding with wonder as she imagined what his fingers would feel like on her arse, on her lips, on her cunt.

"Please, alpha." Rey breathed, her voice weak enough to be blown away by the wind. She could barely think, barely breathe, without his hands on her. She felt hunger like she had never felt before, desperate for his touch in any way, in every way, that it felt like she might actually die without it, without him.

"Come." said the Prince of Alderaan, and before Ben had even a moment to prepare she was upon him, crashing down into his body and sending them both tumbling to the forest floor, all grasping limbs and hungry mouths and cold, wet earth.

But he doesn't care about the cold or the rain or the dirt or anything at all, not with her in his arms, her lips besotting his face and neck with hungry, open-mouthed kisses, her eyes leaking big, fat tears that he hurries to kiss away before finally finally finally returning to her mouth.

Rey wriggled under his firm weight, made to roll on her belly and lift herself up on her hands and knees, but Ben stopped her with a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her back up toward him. "I would look upon you, omega." He growled, the rasp in his voice making her quiver, making slick run down the insides of her thighs.

Rey opened her mouth to speak, but the words gave way to a moan as he ran the flat of his burning tongue along the ridge if her gland, sucking greedily so that she could feel a jolt of tingling pleasure ripple through her from head to foot. She could only nod, taking the brunt of his weight down atop of her small frame with impressive resolve. His broad chest and muscled belly pressed flush against hers, the slide of skin on skin making her mouth water as the smell of arousal flowered in the air like fresh spring blossoms.

He bedded his head against the cavern of her breasts, his kiss swollen lips moving over each of her pert nipples as his hands roamed her body, smoothing down over her rounded hips, her shapely thighs, each of her lean, athletic legs.

She gasped as his lips closed around her nipple, her chest jutting unconsciously upward to seek further contact as his tongue swirled across the pert pink flesh, and the alpha was more than happy to oblige her silent request, mouth widening to pull her small breast into his mouth.

Ben wanted to memorise every inch of her, each of the sun spots that stood as a testament to her time in Jakku, each healed over scar from her years scavenging in the deserts, each one of the freckles that spattered over her skin like constellations in the night sky above.

His mouth followed the smooth plaines of her chest and down to her taut stomach, brushing light kisses across her sweet skin and nosing playfully at the thatch of hair between her legs. He could smell her sweat, her skin, her slick, pressing warm kisses across the divot of her waist, the rounded bones of her hips, the curve of her navel.

Rey trembled as he touched his lips to each extended hipbone, thinking that when she became his queen he would feed her ever delicacy, every treat, until the bones no longer protruded. Next came her thighs, twin curves of golden skin and sparse sunspots, tenderly caressed by soft, warm kisses as he made his way toward her inner thighs, the allure of tasting her too sweet to ignore.

He nosed at the thatch of fine hair between her thighs, so agonisingly close to her warm centre that it was all Ben could do not to bury his face between her legs and sup on her sweet, wet cunt until the silent Alderaanian forest came alive with the sound of his name as she screamed it.

“Please alpha!” she whined, high and hungry. Her eyes were blown wide and dark with lust and desperation, her parted lips seeking out the gland on his neck as though magically drawn there by the gods. She found she could barely speak, could barely think, so overcome with want for her alpha that she could think of nothing else. "I need— I need you."

He was so hard he could feel himself leaking, the way his cock pushed at the leather laces of his breeches tipping over the canal from discomfort into pain— and it was as though Rey could read his mind, for soon her fingers had migrated to his laces, hurriedly pushing his breeches down over his bare hips so that they pooled loosely around his thick thighs.

Rey pushed herself up on her elbows to shuck the breeches further down his legs, desperate to feel bare skin on bare skin, until nothing stood between them but words and wind. Her eyes caught on his cock, finally freed from its woolen prison and standing at attention between well muscled thighs, and her eyes glazed, so bright and edacious.

The Prince of Alderaan kneeled between her legs, the words she had opened her mouth to say suddenly giving way to a rapturous moan as he manoeuvred her legs around his hips and pressed his weight down into her.

His hands pressed down on either side of her head as he braced himself above her, caging her in in a way that she had never before thought she would enjoy. Her eyes followed the corded lengths of muscle that rippled across his forearms and chest as he held himself above her, bending at the elbow to nuzzle his nose against hers, playful even now— when his cock was hard as beskar steel and the rut she had triggered was half blinding him.

He lowered a hand between her legs, a dual gasp filling the air as both found the wetness that had gathered there, sweet and alluring as the pool just out of Tantalus' reach. Rey’s hips bucked at his touch, sparks popping just behind the eyes she screwed shut, overcome by the way his rough fingertips grazed over her folds. She gasped in pleasure and surprise and reached for him, carding her fingers through his dark hair, her fingers pulling just hard enough to make him grit out a low, animalistic growl.

His palm worked at the cock that hung thick and heavy between his legs. The sight made Rey’s mouth water, the slick that baptized her thighs growing as she saw the knot at the base of his cock had already begun to swell beneath his rough palm.

Rey met his gaze, dark eyes as desperate as his, as hungry. Ben's hips settle into the cradle of hers as he shifted his weight to rest over her, guiding his cock between the lithe legs that shone with slick and the marks of each warm, open-mouthed kiss he had laid there. Voices rise and meet and break apart in the cold air, moans of pleasure, of ravenous hunger, of relief, his cock slowly slotting into her as though it was made for her.

But then again, she supposed, it was.

She felt so good around him that the alpha could barely breathe, knowing then what he had known since the moment he had come upon her in the clearing, that he wouldn’t be able to last. Not when she gripped him like that, her cunt pulsing around his cock as she writhed and moaned, blunted nails digging into flesh as her arms tightened around his wide shoulders, hips lifting off grass as she silently encouraged he press more deeply into her.

It was a stretch her body had never experienced, a completeness that she had never felt, and as she turned her gaze up to look up at him, it was to find the same relief reflected in his dark eyes.

For all his scent had intoxicated her his cock was only better, so that soon her eyes were rolling back into her head, a half scream pulling from her lips and dissipating in the forest air like fog as his cock sheathed fully into her. The sound seemed to reverberate through the trees like echo against stone, the most erotic music he had ever heard.

Rey tasted so sweet he couldn't resist stealing another searing kiss. He leaning down to ravish her lips with his own, to taste her, to swallow the moans she offered and let his tongue move against hers until she was so breathless and he so lightheaded that there was no choice but to pull away.

He rolled his hips up against hers, knocking the breath from her lungs as he bedded his face against her neck, nosing at her gland and catching the sweat that beaded at the hollow of her throat with harried, hungry kisses.

Her body, intuitive, clever, programmed by nature to read the signals of his body, moved against his as an omega never had, for even though he had lain with other maidens no one had ever been able to read the tightness of his belly, the trembling of his thighs, the clench and pull of the muscles in his back, so that she seemed to know just where to touch him, tease him, taste him.

No one had ever seemed to be able to read him, to know him. But she did.

She always had. From the first time he had seen her in the forest all those years ago, standing opposite him, her fingers trembling as she launched arrows at his shoulders, his back. From the first time she had narrowed her eyes and spat at his feet, calling him names, calling him a monster, glaring at him as though he had struck her. She had seen his future, his present, his past, and she loved him anyway.

He could feel it in the way Rey touched him, caressed him, gentle and sweet— even now, when her heat burned through her so hot that if asked she might not even remember her name. Her long fingers combed through his rain soaked hair, brushing it back from his brow so it ceased to bother, as though somehow she had sensed his discomfort.

Her legs knotted around his hips, his head dropping down to her neck as though drawn there by a force unseen, and he can't resist drawing his lips across the flesh, feeling her gland pulse beneath his tongue. The swollen flesh was already sensitive from from the induced heat, mottled now after being gifted with so many beloved kisses.

"Next time I'll taste you. I'll make you come on my tongue." he moaned. "You taste so good."

The scent was intoxicating, the alpha within rearing at the way it appealed to him, called to him, begged that he claim her and take her scent into his own so that it would mark him forever. It was like summer rain on fresh trimmed grass, smokey autumn wind and cold spring water, like the fresh flowers his grandfathered had always gathered in the drawing room of the palace for his grandmother after each bloom.

"Sweet girl. Sweet omega." He breathed, lapping at her throat, her head turning away from him to offer better access to the nose that brushed against the underside of her jaw. "You're mine, aren't you? I'm gonna make you mine. Would you like that?"

She let out a guttural moan as he head of his cock struck something within her that made her back arch like a drawn bow. "I am." Rey promised, and it was only after she cried his name several more times that he realised she was no longer calling him Ben. "I already am."

Ben looked a tenuous mix of wrecked and beautiful, the moonlight that dripped down from above illuminating the shadows of his skin, emphasizing the muscle that flexed beneath his pale skin like waves over still water. Her blunted nails left long red scratches down his back and he hoped they left marks, hoped he could see them in the morning, hoped they scarred and he could look over his shoulder at them for the rest of his days.

"I know, love." he promised, affection and lust colouring his words like the redness that filled his cheeks. She could feel the way his thighs flexed with the force of the pleasure. "You're being so good for me. Such a good omega. Perfect." He could feel the way her cunt clenched around him at that, making him gasp out a curse, eyelids fluttering. "I'll take care of you, Rey. I promise. I always take care of whats mine."

She moaned loud as a crack of thunder, the forest once more coming alive with the sound of an omega in rapture, the sounds that proved the hunt was once more a success, as it had been when he was a child all those years ago.

He pressed a hand down on her belly so that he could feel the way his cock drove in and out of her. Sparks formed and burst and fizzled behind her eyes, her mind pressed so full of alpha and knot and yours that every other thought seemed to slip right away and before she could even speak.

Her hips jerk upwards as her peak washed over her, and in the throes of pleasure her cunt had gone were tight as a closed fist around his cock, her body quivering through the aftershocks of such overcoming pleasure, and he tipped her hips back and pushed them down to be able to keep her from jumping off the ground, the large hand he spread over her hips making her seem so small beneath him, so fragile.

The sounds of her moan screamed across the quiet clearing like a stone skimming across still water and it had the alpha grinning as his ego inflated, hoping in the back of his mind that they could all hear the writhing omega, that all of Alderaan knew she was his.

He was so close to his climax that he could practically taste the pleasure on his tongue, especially at the way her tongue had chosen to move teasingly over his gland, her mouths half muffled by the way she buried her face between his neck and shoulder.

Ben could feel her her lips parting at the side of his neck, where they had taken to sucking at the puffy skin of his gland, and the alpha knows at once what was happening, knows that the overstimulation of pleasure in heat has flooded her mind with the need to take him as he's taking her, to claim him as her alpha forever.

“No.” He managed at the last second, the rhythms of his hips stuttering.

Rey pulled away. For a moment she looked as though he had reeled back and struck her suddenly, the look of shock and hurt that crossed her face making his heart sink into the pit of his belly, the alpha in his chest roaring in rage.

“Omega—“ he called, letting his alpha influence seep into his voice, and caught her hands as she made to pull away. His cock throbbed, screaming that he move, that he come inside of his omega, but the hurt on her face had gutted him.

“I want to do it right." he said, the set to her dark brows shifting as she listened. "I want you to be my mate, my empress. I want you at my side, to rule Alderaan with me, to be my mate for as long as we both walk this earth. It has to...” He swallowed hard, hoping that the earnestness he felt showed on his face. “When I claim you it has to be part of the ceremony to make it official. It’s the tradition of the royal family. My mother and my grandmother and my great-grandmother...I want you to be mine, the proper way."

Her hands slid over his broad shoulders as she dropped her legs from around his hips, a hand of ice gripping his heart as she pulled back. He knew his eyes were glassy, watching as she extricated herself from his grip and pulled away, but he said nothing. His cock twitched absently, the alpha within languishing in the last few moments of knowing the pure bliss of being inside her, knowing that he’d never again know the feeling of such a perfect fit.

It was her choice, though it broke his heart, to decide which alpha she wanted to be hers.  

Rey pressed her palms flat on his chest and pushed gently, urging him backward and Ben did as he was told, inching off her until he sat flat on the cloak — but to his surprise the omega in hid lap didn’t ease off of him as he had anticipated.

Instead her grip around his neck and shoulders only tightened as she moved, maneuvering herself in a way that kept his cock from slipping out of her, and in that moment both Ben and alpha were so relieved to still be in her favour that they were more than happy to let control.

"Alpha..." she breathed, so soft that he nearly missed it. She let her legs fall open on either side of his lap, stretched wide by the thickness of his thighs, and as she settled onto his lap his knot throbbed at the tightness of her cunt as they shifted.

Rey pushed at his shoulders until Ben eased down onto his back, his hands automatically lifting to her hips as she wobbled uncertainly, and he stroked the soft skin there with his fingers. He basked in the heat of her skin and the smile she shone down at him, her skin scorching hot to the touch— hotter still as he dipped his head to nuzzle against her breast, inhaling her scent as though it were the only thing tethering him to this earth. His Rey of light, bright as the sun and just as warm.

Her chest was flushed pink all the way down to her nipples, a perfect parallel to the sweet soft pink of her cheeks, and she hissed gently as he claimed one between his fingers, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger.

Rey nuzzled her cheek against his hair as he bedded his face against her breast, Ben watching through hooded eyes as she threw back her head and moaned in pleasure at the way he suckled at her breast. Her hips undulated urgently against his as she whined, high and needy, the sound of an omega in need drawing his attention back to her, between between her legs. He could see where his cock disappeared into her, and Ben, overcome at the sight, could only nod at her urgency, could only slide an arm around her waist and bring her back to him.

He pressed his open mouth to her gland and sucked with an exigence he had never felt before, the way Rey cried out, loud and bright and full of pleasure, making the patter of rain and the howl of wind seem like a whisper in comparison.

"You smell so good, omega." He groaned, cupping her breast in his palm and letting his thumb run over the pebbled ridge of her nipple. "You taste good, you feel good. Gods, I've never felt anything so good."

She moaned at the praise, the sound half muffled by the way she buried her face into his shoulder, her teeth nipping just hard enough at his collarbones to mark the skin with a trail of pink bruises. He rolled his hips up into her, feeling his cock slide between her folds as she arched her back, her body so smooth and soft against his that it was all he could do not to knot in her right then and there.  

His palm slid between them to press down on the bottom of her belly, making her choke out a gasp as they both felt the pressure of his cock driving in and out of her, hitting a spot within her that her fingers had never reached.

Ben stretched up to capture her lips, unable to resist kissing her again, to claim those kiss swollen lips and leet her tongue sweep across his mouth in a desperate search for a way to sate her hunger. He had seen her this way before, with her dark eyes wild with barely masked fire and her brow set and firm, an aura of unfettered passion surrounding her. He had thought her passionate then, when the cool blue-tinged steel of her sword had been pressed to his throat, its steel singing as it sliced through the flesh of his cheek and brow— but it was nothing compared to now.

She was so beautiful, wrapped up in his arms like that. Her small hands braced on his shoulders as she rode him like he were a prized stallion and she a practiced rider, her thighs gripping him so tight he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be locked between them. Her head was thrown back so that her dark hair could sweep over her bare back like braided strands of satin, falling through the fingers he combed gently through it, and her cheeks were alight with a pink flush that curled down her neck and over her bare chest as she moved against him in the throes of heat and longing and aphrodisia.

"You're so good, Rey. You feel so good omega. I could stay like this forever. Sweetheart, I could live like this." Rey preened at the words, omega and woman both caught in the rapture of his praise.

He could feel his knot swelling almost to full size as she ground her hips down into his, bracing her palms on his firm chest so that she could widen her legs and take more of him. His palm is big enough to cover the entirety of her mound, slipping between her warm thighs to reach toward the part of her he had so long ached to touch, to taste, to know as carnally, as somatically, as he knew the rest of her. His callused fingers moved through her folds, coating themselves in her unabashed wetness, obeying her need as she silently rolled her hips into his palm.

"A-alpha..." she moaned, feeling sparks of white hot pleasure jump through her like a spark across the jagged stone of a flint, like embers of a roaring fire crackling into the night sky.

The forest air was thick with sticky heat. It was as though her blood had been set aflame, as though not even the chill of a torrential downpour could cool her properly. Rey couldn't think of anything but how he felt inside of her, her mind washed free of everything except the way his cock moved in and out of her, the way his fingers circled her crest as though he were reading her mind, as though he knew just how she had touched herself, to the thought of him, the thought of this.

“Come, sweet girl.” Ben cooed.

His hand moved between her legs with practiced ease, the corners of his mouths quirking as he thought that this was the first time he had been able to touch her like this, to make her moan like this. It would be the first of hundreds, of thousands— for if Ben had his way he'd never spend another not slotted between her thighs, not touching her, not making her come on his cock and on his fingers and on his tongue.

“Come on, little one.” he grated, his voice so deep that it made gooseflesh run down her arms. He was unable to tear his eyes from her, her body laid before him clad in nothing but the cool water that dangled from her fingertips and eyelashes and nipples like teardrop diamonds. “I want to feel you come on my cock, omega. I want to feel you come on my cock like I’ve been dreaming of since that first time I saw you.”

As though to punctuate his point he jerked his hips harder than ever, making a scream pull from her lips before she could mask it. His hips had changed their rhythm, his arm snaking around her back and crushing her to him.

“You feel so—“ Rey moaned. Her voice was broken, a mix of breathily high and comically low that would have made her laugh in any other scenario.  

Her muscles ached with the way they stretched as they never had before, with the way her back arched and her hips writhed and stuttered, with the way her core pulses, her body electric with the need for relief that only her alpha can give her.  

She felt so full, so unbelievably, undeniably, unforgettably full, and despite knowing that she would feel the pain of his enthusiasm in the morrow Rey found she couldn't bring herself to care in the slightest. Not when his cock pulled tantalizingly out of her before slamming back in, not when his lips were at her gland and his hot tongue was running over the bare skin there.

“Don't be afraid." he began, teeth gritted as he watched his cock disappear into her, giving another deep thrust that hit hard enough to make him choke as he attempted to speak. “I feel it too.”

Rey stifled another loud scream, breathing shakily, the way his nostrils flared making her wonder what she smelled like now, if she smelled like an omega well pleased. His dark eyes reflected the images of a thousand words that swam tirelessly through them, all the words he wanted to say but found he couldn’t, all the words that had been pushed aside to make way for the moans and sighs that filled the air around them.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his thick fingers circling over the nerves at the crest of her folds. The rain fell hard over his back like a hundred dulled pinpricks, the way her nails dug into his bare shoulders making his hips shake. "Are you ready for my knot, omega?"

“Yes alpha.” she keened. Her skin felt tight, itchy, her cheeks so hot they could melt butter as well as warm bread. She arched her back, her chest pushed out toward awaiting lips and Ben was only too pleased to graze each breast with his teeth, nipping just hard enough to tip over from pain into pleasure. “I want all of you, Ben.”

The words make him utter an almost helpless moan, a deep, rumbling purr that's born at the base of his chest and reverberates through his body like a live wife, making her cunt clench around him.

Rey could feel the familiar pleasure of her peak begin to run its course through her body, a liquid heat that tickled at her spine and surged into her belly. She was filled with an almost blinding pleasure as he nosed at her neck, his tongue lapping at her gland while somehow still managing to whisper utterly filthy things against the shell of her ear, both his words and the low, thunderous tremble at which he spoke them doing wonders to increase her pleasure.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this." he grunted, crowding up into her space. He was so close to his climax that he could practically taste the relief on his tongue, the way his knot throbbed and tightened as foreign to him as it was to the omega that squirmed beneath him. "You're doing so good, omega. You're perfect, so perfect for me."

"Please, alpha." she begged, crying out in both pleasure and agony. "Please give me your knot. Alpha, please."

The hand not wrapped around his shoulder rose to his face, her soft fingertips moving over the line of his jaw, the curve of his cheeks, the pad of his lips, watching him through half-lidded eyes, her lust-darkened irises sweeping over his face as though she were studying him, mapping him, memorising him.

He rose up to nose at her hair, pressing kisses there that left her toes curling and her fingers grasping at his wide shoulders, pulling him closer closer closer. His lips found her gland again, closing over the swollen skin in a tight seal, his tongue lapping at her like she his first taste of water after years of desert heat, and he had barely began to taste it properly when she felt her pleasure burst forth.  

Pleasure exploded in front of her like a physical proxy, all heat and tightness and blind pleasure, and she was nearly bowled over by the sensation, by the way he didn’t let up on her, not even for a second, the push and pull of his cock, the gentle jerk of his fingers, the lazy drag of tongue on teeth and soft lips.

His pleasure crested as hers did, his knot anchoring them together as he filled her with wave after wave of hot spend, finally finally finally cooling the burning heat that curled through her body like sparks of fire catching on dry brush.

She screamed his name loud enough to pierce the silence of the forest like a clap of thunder, and it pleased him to to end know that in that moment, even in the midst of her heat, even as she met her orgasm headlong and unflinchingly, that she was thinking of him. Not his alpha, not his cock, not his seed or his gland or his bite. Just him.

Ben held her tight to him, roaring with his release, the alpha inside him banging its chest and rearing its head and shouting in pleasure as he finally achieved what he had so long wanted. His hips slowed as his come flooded her waiting body, wanting to fill her up as he had wanted to for weeks and weeks and weeks, and his lips found hers again. He claimed her lips once more, kissing her long and deep and slow, somehow completely at odds with the way she still stretched around his knot, with the way his cock continued to flood her with his spend.

She sank down on top of him, her legs falling on either side of his hips weakly, suddenly too exhausted to even lift herself any longer. Instead she settled against his chest, her ear pressed to the cavern of his broad chest, listening to the staccato beat of his tired heart and the kind words whispered against the shell of her ear.

"You did so well, omega." he crooned, instinct once more taking over to soothe his sated omega, feeling her sink into his arms.

The words fulfilled some goal within her she had never before thought of, her omega proud and preening within, pleased at the way she had made her alpha so happy. He brushed the hair from her face as he kissed her temple, telling her how good she felt, how much he had missed her, how glad he was to be hers.

He brushed the hair from her face, kissing her bare shoulder and letting his hand sweep lazily up and down her back, tracing shapes with his fingers that made gooseflesh pepper her skin. Ben wrapped his arms around her back, gently pulling her to lay across him, ever mindful of the knot that locked them together, and even as his cock continued to pulse and throb inside of her, completely sated, he could feel himself stir just ever so slightly as he looked between them and found his knot standing firm and heavy, slotted perfectly between here legs.

"I love you." he said quietly, pulling her dark hair through his fingers absently. The words were uttered softly, casually, freely, but there was an irresolute firmness hiding behind the words that proved their significance was not to be taken lightly.

Rey beamed at him, bringing her lips to the healing scar on his cheek and kissing it tenderly. He wanted to count her freckles, to spend the rest of his life memorising every inch of her face and her body and her mind, until he could recall every wonderful detail about her even in sleep, even in death.

She settled back into her place on his chest, her fingertips tracing absently around the curled tail of his scar, and when she spoke it carried an direct unreservedness that made the simple words come alive, made clear their meaning to Ben, even if she hadn't directly said the words. "I know."

[runaway-train-works]

42 + 64

The Big Damn Kiss & Star Crossed Lovers

Louis could hear the footsteps thundering towards him on the other side of the door before there were three loud thuds against it. He knew who was on the other side, but was filled with nerves with what was about to transpire. Time was not on his side however, so he took the cue and crossed the creaking wooden floorboards to the unlock the door and open it wide.

“My leige,” Harry gasped as he moved into the room, Louis almost stumbling backwards as he gave him space to. “Are you hurt?”

Louis shook his head. “No solider, I am not hurt. But you shouldn’t be here.”

Harry makes a performance of placing his bayonet onto the dressing table and taking off his red coat and helmet, leaving him in his white shirt, form fitting trousers and heavy boots. His hair, tied with ribbon at the base of his neck, is a little sweaty, rogue curls escaping from the usually immaculate style Harry was seen with normally. 

“I had to come. I had to be sure you were well. I saw what that bastard of a man did to you,” he spits, his voice full of anger and poison. He makes to walk towards Louis, but Louis holds up his hand. Harry immediately stops. 

“Now hold your tongue. That is your king you speak so boldly of, I will have you remember that,” he tells Harry firmly. 

Harry loosens the collar of his shirt. “I remember him having you taken away by the guards kicking and screaming, that’s what I remember.” Louis thinks back to the scene yesterday. It hadn’t been an easy one to go through. 

“I was not in danger, it was a skirmish at best. He was simply exhibiting his authority.” 

Harry takes a few steps forward, so he is now a couple of feet away from Louis. “With his own son? His heir to the throne? I could murder him for treating you like that,” he says, his face ruddy. 

Louis shakes his head. “That is treason of which you speak, you’d surely meet your death.”

“And an honourable death it would be, my prince, if was in your name.” He tries to reach out for Louis, but Louis isn’t positive they should be touching just yet so he moves back a step out of his grasp. 

Louis smooths down his shirt, fidgeting as a reaction to the butterflies in his stomach. Harry always gives him butterflies even though he shouldn’t. “You cannot say these things.”

“I can and I will. I would die and die again if it meant you were safe. You know I love you, and I am sure as the sky is blue you love me too. You are simply too afraid to admit it.” There is so much passion in his words and voice, Louis is inclined to believe them for real. 

“Of course I am afraid. We cannot be together, you know this.” There are definitely things he would love to admit to Harry, but he knows that could never happen, given the nature of their relationship.

Harry takes another step forward and finally takes Louis’ hand in his. “We can. We can run away together and never look back. You have told me you don’t want this life, and I have means to take you away from it.” He brings the hand up to his mouth and kisses Louis’ knuckles, below which is adorned with jewels fit for royalty. Louis blushes, wants to melt into it, but he knows he can’t.

“You have no means,” he scoffs as he pulls his hand away and begins to pace the room, knowing Harry is following his every move. 

“I do. I have transport that will take us to the western shore where we will meet a boat that will sail  us to a foreign land where we can be together without fear of recrimination.”

Louis stops briefly, to turn with a look of shock. “You think my father wouldn’t send someone after me, wouldn’t send his whole army after me?”

“If you were to fake your death he wouldn’t. A note written by your fair hand left here, and your robe washed up on the shore. He would have little reason to not think you had been swept away with the tide.” 

Louis continues his pacing again. The big moment he knows is coming is getting closer and he’s glad to have a reason not to look at Harry directly. “What a preposterous idea. I never leave the castle.”

“You do when you travel to visit with your betrothed Lady Eleanor. I can intercept you easily.”

Louis stops just shy of where the light starts pouring in from the window, so he can be seen clearly without the blinding sun in his face. “I cannot ask this of you. You will most certainly perish and I will forever remain under lock and key until my father’s last breath.” He’s trying to control his breathing because they’re almost at crunch time. After weeks and weeks of build up between the the pair, Louis knows the culmination of the beguilement between sovereign and civilian is within reach. 

Harry finally pulls Louis into his chest and cups his cheek. Louis probably shouldn’t have gone so willingly, but he can’t help it, he’s been dying for this to happen, pretty much since he first laid eyes on Harry. “Is your freedom not worth the risk? Am I not worth the risk?” Harry asks him, almost nose to nose as he strokes Louis’ face softly, tenderly.

“Yes,” Louis tells him, because he’s meant to, even though any normal person watching this would know it’s an idiotic plan and they would probably be killed before they walked out the castle’s gates in any other circumstances. But it’s out of his hands. 

“Yes?”

Louis nods. “Yes, I cannot live without you by my side, and as my lover and not just my guardsman. And that will never happen as long as we stay on this land. Any plan is better than no plan at all. When do we leave?”

Harry’s free arm coils around Louis’ waist to press him closer to his body. “Three days, we leave in three days at dusk my love, and I will take you to the paradise you belong to.”

And here they go; The. Big. Kiss. 

It’s starts of timidly, but Louis wants to make it as good as he can if it’s the last one he’s going to get today, maybe ever if things go completely pair shaped between him and Harry, so he holds on tightly to Harry’s hips and opens his mouth a little. Harry maybe forgets where they are and takes the signal, because he deepens it quickly, dipping his tongue and connecting it with Louis’ who is only too happy to respond. Louis does get a fright when Harry’s hands reach down to the back of his thighs and hoist him up because that wasn’t in the script that Louis can remember but he just figures Harry’s trying to look as passionate as he can. Louis’ definitely feeling how passionate Harry is, as he continues to get snogged senseless, to the point where he gets so lost in it he murmurs happily into Harry’s mouth. God, to be kissed every day by Harry Styles would be a dream. But alas it’s all over too soon.

“AND CUT!” Niall shouts from the directors chair. 

Louis instantly gets dropped with a heavy thud like a lead balloon and Harry let’s go of him completely, stepping back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before turning and motioning to his assistant off screen for something, probably disinfectant knowing him. Oh for God’s sake, yeah he’s an actor but does he have to be so bloody dramatic?

“Great work lads!” Niall tells them both as he walks towards them. “Loved the passion in the whole scene, and nice work lifting Louis up at the end there Harry, really sells it. Think that will be enough for today as the light’s going to go down pretty soon, but we can pick it up tomorrow morning, 8am. We may need to do Harry entering the room again as Louis stumbled a bit and it might look at little off, but I’ll check the dailies tonight and see what I think. You guys got any questions?”

“No,” Harry barks and stomps off without another word to either of them.

Niall sighs as they both watch Harry’s back and turns to Louis, opening his mouth to say something but Louis stops him before he has the chance. “It’s not getting better Niall, the man fucking hates me.”

Niall nods, knowing that there is no point in trying to convince Louis otherwise. Everyone knows it, the whole cast and crew know it. “I’ll speak to him again.”

“I really don’t see the point, and I would quit but I really need this gig.” And he should quit, because he’s not sure if he can cope with another two months working with Harry as his co-star on this t.v drama together, when it’s clear that Harry has a pathological hatred for Louis, for no apparent reason. 

“Well good thing you too are both great actors then eh? Because your scenes together are explosive,” Niall praises. 

Louis thanks Niall with a weak smile. Normally Louis would take the compliment, but as far as he’s concerned, his own performance of being in love with Harry doesn’t really take much acting at all. And just like for the star crossed lovers Louis and Harry are playing, this whole thing is doomed to end in tragedy.

[zxanthe]

If you're in the mood, how about Soul and Maka for number 13 (costars au)? :)

thanks for the prompt! :) this got a bit long; i’m not entirely satisfied with it but i think it’s still all right. enjoy!

(prompt from here)

i.

They first meet on the set of a low-budget horror flick noone will ever know the name of. He’s the monster, so made up he’sunrecognizable, and she dies horrifically three quarters of the way through ina wash of dark cherry cough syrup. Wow,you’re looking bloody terrific, he tells her after in the world’s worstapproximation of a British accent, and she flicks some gooey fake blood at himand laughs.

The script is awful; everyone seems to know this but thewriter, but they’re young and thirsty for glory and so here they are, here theyall are, acting their hearts out in hopes that someone somewhere will notice.It’s her first movie, she confesses to him one night, at some party thrown by afriend of a friend of a costar. She comes from a small town and she neverthought she’d get this far. She has to yell to be heard above the poundingmusic and the shrieks from the other revelers.

He sips his beer and grins at her. So how’re you liking Hollywood then?

And she says, not whatI expected.

What did you expect?

She pauses, chews her lip. Her face flashes blue and red andpurple. Her hair is down, secured by a big plastic headband, and she looks soyoung suddenly, there in her pencil skirt and striped t-shirt. Girl like her, they’ll eat her alive, hethinks, a little sadly.

She twirls a strand of hair around her finger. Her eyes meethis, brilliant, glittering. More, shesays.

ii.

The next time they meet they’re doing a movie about the wildwest, and he has the lead role. She recognizes him because of his hair. It’s apale blonde color not usually seen on anyone above the age of three. When shesees him clinging to his horse for dear life, she laughs and tells him to gripwith his thighs, not his feet. And howwould you know that? he asks, quirking one eyebrow at her.

I spent most of mylife on a horse, city boy, she says, eyes glittering and a smirk on herface.

If I die I’m suingyou, horse girl.

That’s rude!

Hollywood beentreating you okay?

She bites her lip and knots her fingers into the roughfabric of her prairie dress. Gettingthere.

That’s good. Watch outout there, okay? The big city can be tough.

Thanks, but I canhandle myself.

Just be careful, s’allI’m saying.

He ends up rescuing her and her on-screen sister from a bandof outlaws. At the end of the movie, the script calls for a kissing scenebetween him and the sister. They have to shoot it three times. Afterwards, shefinds herself wondering how many girls he’s kissed, and how many of those he’sreally meant.

iii.

They run into each other at an awards ceremony. Everyone isdressed to the nines, and the paparazzi is out in full force. When she stepsout of her limo she is assailed with shouts, every single cameraman demanding look here, Ms. Albarn, here, here! Sheonly smiles demurely and lifts a hand to cover her face, walking quickly untilshe’s through the doors and into the relative calm of the party itself. Jazzypiano music flutes softly from the front of the room. She’s clad in a shimmeryblack dress that turns iridescent green when it catches the light. Itcomplements her eyes.

Looking good, Maka, hetells her, when the party pushes them together. He sees her eyes widen inrecognition.

Soul! How are you! Shepulls him into a hug. It’s been such along time.

Yeah. Glad to seeyou’re still alive.

She laughs, bright like a bell. Of course I’m still alive! I don’t give up that easy.

She looks, he thinks, like an old Hollywood star, allcarefully curled hair and pale skin and elegant swan neck decorated withjewels. Her perfume smells like roses. Gone are the dorky headbands and pencilskirts and the girl who wore them. She’s different now, older, harder. He cansee it in her eyes, once so wide and wondering, now hooded, cool. It feels likeit was another lifetime ago that she told him of her dreams at a small houseparty, a little drunk and fire in her soul.

You were really goodin White Swan, he tells her.

You watched it?

Of course. How could Inot watch a performance by the marvelous Maka Albarn?

Oh stop it, shesays, but she’s smiling. You weren’t tooshabby in The Ghost, she tells him. Ididn’t even recognize you.

High praise, hesays with a smirk. I can be great when Iwant to be.

You always are, shevery nearly blurts, but just then there’s a fanfare and it’s announced that theawards ceremony is about to begin. They trade excited looks and let themselvesget swept away by the crowd. When she wins BestActress, he’s grinning as he claps.

iv.

Hello again, saysa female voice, and when he turns around there she is, smiling up at him. Are you Neal?

Yeah, he replies. You Abbey?

She rocks on her toes. Yep!How exciting. We’re both famous enough for lead roles now.

Imagine that, hesays, grinning.

I hope you’re good atkissing, she tells him. Because thisscript has a lot of it.

Excuse you, hesays, mock-affronted. I’ve kissed so manygirls I’ve lost count. I’m a fucking pro.

We’ll see about that, shesays, and waggles her eyebrows. He can’t help laughing.

As it turns out, he is, in fact, a fucking pro. He kisses her like he means it, winding an armaround her waist, tangling his fingers in her hair. His mouth is warm and soft,his tongue inquisitive but not overbearing. He smells like evergreenaftershave, and when they break apart, she’s breathless. He looks a littlestartled too, and there’s a faint hint of a blush in his cheeks. She’s staringat his mouth when the director yells CUT!,startling them both out of their reverie.

She has kissed and fondled and ogled more than her fairshare of men over the course of all the movies she’s done. None of that hasmade her heart race quite like this sweet, relatively chaste kiss. She pressesher lips together and hopes it doesn’t become a problem.

Naturally, it does.

Soul Evans is handsome.Distractingly so, with his pale blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes andtall, lean physique. The way he touches her in scenes is so achingly tender;the way he looks at her is even more so. The director is ecstatic, and praisesthem on their incredible acting. But she isn’t so sure if she’s acting or notanymore. In the headier moments she sometimes forgets herself, because histouch sends very real shivers surging across her skin. When she runs her handup his arm, she feels goosebumps there.

Their very first sex scene is awful and wonderful all atonce. She’s naked and cold but he is oh so warm, and despite the cameras shecan feel herself getting wet, can feel his erection against her thigh. It’s just the proximity, she tells herself.I’m a woman and he’s a man. But afterwardsthere’s something new in the air between them, a crackling electricity thatmakes it hard to breathe. His kisses grow hotter, more intense; the smell ofhis aftershave sets something in her ablaze. There’s a gravity in his chocolatebrown eyes now when he looks at her, and she aches to ask him do you mean it? She’s not sure what shewants the answer to be.

They have to shoot several scenes over, suddenly, becauseaccording to the director they’re overdoing it. This draws a few wolf-whistlesfrom the crew, and Maka hopes her face isn’t as red as it feels. Soul is agreat kisser. It’s perfectly understandable that she’d get a little carriedaway.

The last time they see each other is at the after-party.

The final day of shooting is always cause for celebration.They both go clubbing with the cast and crew. At one o’clock in the morning shegoes outside to get some air and finds him leaning against the wall, smoking acigarette.

Hey, she says,leaning beside him.

Hey.

Everything okay?

He blows out a plume of smoke. Just thinking.

About what?

He glances down at her and takes a deep breath. Oh, fuck it. In my defense, I’ve had acouple drinks, he says, and then he grins at her, lazy and sweet. I think I’m in love with you, Ms. Albarn, hesays, so casually, like he’s remarking on the weather.

There’s a beat of silence. A flush starts creeping up hisneck.

I mean, I think I’veloved you for a while. Before this movie we did. Not because of it. Like Idon’t just –

He’s babbling. She takes his face in her hands and draws himdown to her level, oh so tenderly.

Took you long enough, shesays, smiling, and then she kisses him.

His hands come around her waist. Her arms loop around hisneck. He lifts her up and twirls her, laughing, right there on the sidewalk,until he loses his balance and they fall to the ground in a giggling,breathless heap.