[ all for fun. does that preclude a deeper meaning? Nero isn't certain. because just for fun would have led her to others - just for pleasure wouldn't have meant waiting until Robin said yes. this was all for fun. and of course, she feels when she looks down, it wouldn't be fun without him? like she said. there's a limit on what you can enjoy when your partner doesn't have pleasure too.
she wants to hear him say how good he makes her feel.
so she'll repeat the questions, faster and faster, till they're a slur of breath and spit said into his flesh rather to his face. gasped in tandem with the pounding that's going to leave her bowlegged for days. it's too hard to hold his skin - Nero's hands grab his hair as his take hers. crying into the ginger knots.
real tears. not just sweat and byproduct.
I want you.
who wanted Nero? even in the end Rome moved on to another emperor. it never loved her how she wanted it to love her. there was applause when she rose her hands - there were crowds when she told them to gather. people cheered her name but they cheered for Caeser, for the glory of the empire. but her, who remained in part forever separate? she was not Romulus - only his heir. but Robin wanted Nero. just now, he'd said it. had to mean it.
he could be dragged into activities. his participation demanded. but always kept his tongue his own. ]
I want you too.
[ would he hear her? Nero wants him to. she wants him and for her to want him - is it selfish, is it generous, is it....fuck it, it's just good. how there's not even friction when she grinds her chest on him, the both so sweaty its fluid, graceful. wrapped up in so tight a space it could have been her bed or a heap of trash, she'd never notice. his smell, his mouth, his strength - ]
I wanted you -
[ who was he? she didn't know his legend beyond the sketch. not enough to know his name was just a title - that Robin Hood wasn't who he'd been christened as. who he'd been before the mantle and the forests. sometimes his scars caught her fingers. fragmentary wounds the Throne had not wanted to heal from him. like those from a knife wielded by a whittler, that had cut away all those pieces that weren't needed and left a solid core intact. shaped into Servant, painted green.
was there more to cut away?
did it fucking matter? did it fucking matter why she wanted what she did or why he didn't want to admit it? they'd both gotten to this same place. this moment where the white blindness and her screams are going to tear her apart. Nero buries her face into his head before curling upward, shoves her tits into his face. a body like a mermaid on the bow of the ship, her flowing hair free for him to get lost in. ]
Robin - Robin -
[ loud enough to shake the candles in the chandelier. burning them both up from the inside out. her fingers tighten around his hand. don't let go, don't let go. let her hold him, let her show him what her feeling is by the strength that'll snap his hand right off his wrist. not knowing until she feels their fingers against her clit, on the precipice of her cunt, before he dives in. Nero slows. shakes as she pants.
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she wants to hear him say how good he makes her feel.
so she'll repeat the questions, faster and faster, till they're a slur of breath and spit said into his flesh rather to his face. gasped in tandem with the pounding that's going to leave her bowlegged for days. it's too hard to hold his skin - Nero's hands grab his hair as his take hers. crying into the ginger knots.
real tears. not just sweat and byproduct.
I want you.
who wanted Nero? even in the end Rome moved on to another emperor. it never loved her how she wanted it to love her. there was applause when she rose her hands - there were crowds when she told them to gather. people cheered her name but they cheered for Caeser, for the glory of the empire. but her, who remained in part forever separate? she was not Romulus - only his heir. but Robin wanted Nero. just now, he'd said it. had to mean it.
he could be dragged into activities. his participation demanded. but always kept his tongue his own. ]
I want you too.
[ would he hear her? Nero wants him to. she wants him and for her to want him - is it selfish, is it generous, is it....fuck it, it's just good. how there's not even friction when she grinds her chest on him, the both so sweaty its fluid, graceful. wrapped up in so tight a space it could have been her bed or a heap of trash, she'd never notice. his smell, his mouth, his strength - ]
I wanted you -
[ who was he? she didn't know his legend beyond the sketch. not enough to know his name was just a title - that Robin Hood wasn't who he'd been christened as. who he'd been before the mantle and the forests. sometimes his scars caught her fingers. fragmentary wounds the Throne had not wanted to heal from him. like those from a knife wielded by a whittler, that had cut away all those pieces that weren't needed and left a solid core intact. shaped into Servant, painted green.
was there more to cut away?
did it fucking matter? did it fucking matter why she wanted what she did or why he didn't want to admit it? they'd both gotten to this same place. this moment where the white blindness and her screams are going to tear her apart. Nero buries her face into his head before curling upward, shoves her tits into his face. a body like a mermaid on the bow of the ship, her flowing hair free for him to get lost in. ]
Robin - Robin -
[ loud enough to shake the candles in the chandelier. burning them both up from the inside out. her fingers tighten around his hand. don't let go, don't let go. let her hold him, let her show him what her feeling is by the strength that'll snap his hand right off his wrist. not knowing until she feels their fingers against her clit, on the precipice of her cunt, before he dives in. Nero slows. shakes as she pants.
she can't -
Robin don't make this night end for her. ]