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[nightsung]

[ Shadowheart has been trying to ignore her scars, let them fade out of her conscious vision like the one across her cheek, so much a part of her she hardly notices it anymore. Instead, she's felt them fresh with the distance between the three of them in this little cottage: the clean white ridge across the back of Stephen's hand, Saber's X over her own heart.

So Shadowheart knows exactly where he's touching, her thighs parting by instinct for him, pads of his fingers a soft enlivening jolt. Permission to want him again, to slip her arms around his neck and cup the nape. Shadowheart presses her mouth to the corner of his, the stubble at his jaw, breathing, ]

Tony.

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[ The inside of her thigh is soft and smooth and warm; Tony's fingertips find the scar by muscle memory more than anything, the injury itself a barely raised thread along the seam of her body. He remembers how sharp the knife had been and the wetness of her blood. It makes something in his chest kick and shudder. He wants her. He wants Pepper. He wants something to think about that isn't death and how they're all trapped in a weird little village. He wants a warm bed full of laughter and long limbs tangled around his at night.

But he stops when she says his name. Doesn't freeze, just stops, breathing a little shallow himself beside her cheek. A tiny, incremental movement of his hand, tentative. ]

No? [ He'll move away if she asks him to, but not until she asks him to. ]

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[ A half-shake of her head against his, when he stops. There wasn't any uncertainty between them, before. They'd all just--crashed into each other, needing.

It feels strange to move slower, but not bad. Just different. Shadowheart slips a hand down to encircle Tony's wrist, not to push him away but to gently guide him a little higher. ]

Keep going. [ And then, because for once she's not feeling demanding, just achy and warm: ] Please.

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[ He doesn't need any more than that, though the guidance is definitely appreciated. Tony stays where he is, close and warm against her cheek, taking in the scent of her skin and her hair, soft floral scents and the specific and increasingly familiar note that's just Shadowheart herself.

Obediently, he slides his hand higher, the pads of his fingers moving over the scar and upwards, pushing up the fabric of her nightgown until he reaches silk and a different kind of heat. Indulging a desire to tease her a little, he strokes her through her panties, pressing in a little to see how much she's been enjoying herself so far. ]

Hey. [ Murmured softly into her pointed ear, rubbing gently, testing her responses. ] Oh, honey. Good girl.

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[ It's not the first time Tony's called her either of those things, but it might be the first time Shadowheart is lucid for them--or as lucid as one can be with fingers rubbing at slick silk, embarrassed she's this wet from just a kiss and sweet names. Her ears go hot, her hips hitching against his hand. ]

I haven't been able to-- [ Come, the couple of times she's touched herself in the bath to relieve any of the knots of tension in her body, the build of fear and frustration after the start of the games, the loss of their bonds. Shadowheart lets go of Tony's wrist, restless now with the build of liquid heat in her, hands mapping down the short, soft hairs on his chest, the slight divot where he has his own scar. Not made by her, but she wants to kiss it, anyway. ]

Without you. [ Nails dragging down to his navel as her breath comes hot and quick against his cheek, finding the waist of his pajama pants and slipping just beneath. ] I can't.

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No?

[ A very different question this time, smiling against her cheek with not a little irrepressible smugness that he will fully indulge in later on. The drift of nails down his front is having a very predictable outcome; he shifts a little to give her more room to work.

His own hand circles and presses over that damp silk before he lets go of his shred of patience and moves it up, seeking and finding the waistband of her panties, pushing them down a little as he pushes his hand inside. Soft, damp skin and heat; he parts her, finds her clit with practised movements and a soft, slightly helpless groan. Starts stroking her with smaller, faster circles of his fingers.

More breathless now, as things get more serious: ]

Pretty sure it's my duty to -- help you with that.

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[ It's getting harder to focus on anything resembling conversation with Tony touching her like this, fingers stroking between her wet lips. Shadowheart can't help the small sounds she makes, bitten out against Tony's jaw, her own hand finding the heat of his thickening cock to curl around it, remembering the shape of it inside her. ]

I missed you. [ It's not what she means to say, but it's what her mouth presses to his, pulling Tony into another kiss while she spreads her legs wider beneath him, thighs starting to shake as she grinds against his hand. ]

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Missed you -- [ Tony can only murmur it into her mouth, a heartfelt echo smeared between kisses as their movements grow more frenetic, chasing a steadily increasing pleasure as it climbs and climbs.

He slips his hand down a little, sinks two fingers into her eager cunt to fuck her like that, in and out, as he rocks his hips and pushes himself into her palm almost in the same rhythm. His kisses drift across her mouth to her cheek and back again, gasping, groaning helplessly when he feels her clench and shiver around him. ]

God, you feel so -- so good.

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Tony.

[ It's high and urgent, as sweet pressure builds in her core. The realization of just how good this is--after not having it, not having either of them, not knowing when she would again--pushes her tight and fast toward an edge of overwhelm, her pussy clamping around Tony's fingers, trying to pull him deeper. ]

Please tell me that I-- that I'm allowed to-- [ Shadowheart's hand is clumsy around his cock, stuttered between punched-out little sounds and wet kisses against Tony's mouth. ]

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Mm, baby -- [ He sinks his fingers in deeper and holds them there to kiss her properly, wanting to unspool the moment between them, the sweet ache and sensation of wanting and needing, nerves strung tight, right there on the edge. Impossible to have it last forever, but he'll keep trying.

He slides his thumb up against her, slick little circles across her clit, as clumsy as her hand on his throbbing dick but hopefully as effective. Between kisses, then: ]

You can. You're allowed. Come for me.

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[ She does, the moment he tells her to. Humiliating, in the early days--when her bond with Saber left her ravenous and desperate to get off with anyone, at any time, and the only person who could tip her past the edge was a man she hardly knew.

Now, it twists some sharper desire in her, as her muscles pulse around Tony's fingers, wet and hot for him. It's not Saber wrecking her and dangling the key to her release out of reach. It's permission to let go, feel everything she wants to feel, and she bites Tony's lip on a high, needy sound as the world whites out, stroking his cock tighter and faster. ]