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Anya felt her heart start to bounce as the boy's movement started to get a bit rougher, and her breathing only got heavier when he moved to a more sensitive spot. She bit down on the inside of her lip and closed her eyes, trying to let as little sound out as she could... he'd barely done anything yet. If he had more up his sleeve, then she was completely screwed, and he'd probably get bragging rights about it all. She'd never really reacted this way before, not so... sensitive, she supposed. Well, there was the time in the bath, but she was sick so that didn't count, she supposed. Her legs around his side tightened a little, almost pulling him in a bit more, and she pushed her body up into his lips, asking for well, more, she supposed.
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Sage felt a shot of satisfaction run through his body when the girl pressed herself up against him. He noticed the girls eyes close, too, and grinned slightly, diving in deeper into the girl and tightening his hands around the girls wrists. He'd get a noise out of the girl...he would, she was already almost there, and once he took it just over the edge the girl would squeal, just like he wanted her to. And it hadn't taken as long as he'd thought it would. The girl would never live it down either, as she was in her right mind this time too.
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Anya gave a small type of whine when the boy tightened his hands around her wrists, and another when he pressed his kisses slightly deeper into her body. This was definitely proving harder than she'd anticipated... and she'd made fun of him for being so sensitive. She had no excuse for this, not this time. It was a bit of a strange sensation, not really being able to move but at the same time feeling so... safe. She'd gotten used to being the one in Sages position, so she wasn't exactly sure how she'd feel about this... but she was proving to rather enjoy it. She let him continue on for a few not moments before letting out a slightly heavier breath and tilting her head up to look at him, "Can you... " she trailed off before seemingly giving up with trying to talk, considering her voice was barely a breath. "Sage," she she all but gasped, but her voice more was more of a plead not to toy with her... pleading for more, really, than anything
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Sage felt satisfaction shoot through his body at the girl's whine, and then her breathy question. He felt the corner of his mouth turn upwards in a smile and practically dove into the girl, determined to make her squeal. It would happen ...and she'd just asked him to do his best, so he was more than happy to oblige. If the girl wanted everything he could give her, then he'd do his best. She always did her best for him, so really he owed that to the girl anyway. He continued like that for quite some time, until he got the reaction he was looking for. He continued as long as he could before collapsing next to the girl, gasping for air almost as much as Anya.
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As the boy went on, the girl really only found it harder and harder to hold onto her reactions... her breath just became choppier and she did, eventually, after a little while, give up altogether with trying to hold on, and the room was soon enough filled with soft whimpers and gentle whines. When the boy flopped down next to her, she kind of just shook her head, although a large smile was painted across her face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly for a quiet minute, which was only filled with the sound of their heaving breaths. Hers were slightly heavier, but she was admittedly rather amused by Sages speeding breaths.
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Sage was more than content to lay next to the girl as they tried to catch their breath. Once he was able to, he gasped out a sort of "gotcha" to the girl. He wished he didn't get tired, ever, but he supposed if they just did this type of thing all the time it would be all the incredibly special. Whatever, he could still tease the girl about this. She'd light him up teasing him about his own reactions, which were, admittedly, much louder and more...explosive than the girl's. But that was fine. And if the girl wanted to boss him around she could.
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Anya could only nod in response to his tease, "Mhm," was all she could push out, though it definitely had a bit of a chuckle in there, too. And, really, he had gotten her, just a bit. After a moment, she rolled onto her side and gave him a bit of a grin before pecking him on the cheek and settling down next to him. They probably wouldn't have too long before Sage had to go make sure Att hadn't trashed the nursery, but they'd have a bit of time to chill out together, even if it was just for a couple of minutes.
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Sage smiled softly at Anyas response. He would have teased the girl more, except he still hadn't really caught his breath. But he did manage to turn towards the girl and wrap himself around her happily. They could lay around with eachother for a while, at least until they caught their breath and could leave the room without anyone suspecting anything. He'd left some marks on the girl, but nothing her dress couldn't hide just fine. And, as much as he was worried about Att destroying the castle, it was nice to spend some time with Anya like this, just the two of them.
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Anya kind of just sank into the boy when he wrapped his arms around her. It was nice just to cuddle up like this for a bit, without too much of all the teasing... it was fun, but it was also nice just to cuddle up and feel safe, comfortable and warm with each other. The teasing and battery could come later, and she assumed she'd at least given the boy a little bit to throw back at her, which would make it a bit more fun for her. It got boring if it was just her battering him, and she didn't expect that was all too nice for the boy, either.
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Sage eventually got his breath back, though he stayed curled up with the girl. Att could wait ...he wanted to just cuddle for a bit, like it used to be. Things had gotten crazy recently, and admittedly he'd gotten distracted a bit. Worrying so much about Att and not doing much of ...this. relaxing with the girl he loved. He loved Att, of course, but he loved Anya too, in a much different way.
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