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You had been home for a week now, and things were almost back to normal. You had gone back to work, and Arthur had kept his promise and stayed home. The only difference was night terrors. Horrible nightmares had tormented Arthur since you left, and despite your return, they continued. The images that plagued Arthur wasn’t the killings, it was the look on your face when you left him. The fear and pain. The isolation and the way his delusions flared in your absence. It broke your heart.
That night you had tried everything to prevent Arthur’s night terrors, from honey tea to meditation. You went to bed apprehensive, but Arthur was always hopeful that it'll work. You only fell asleep after Arthur, paying close attention to the slow even breaths. Once Arthur was deeply asleep, you finally allowed yourself to succumb.
You weren’t sure how long you were asleep when the thrashing began. You were wide awake when you heard Arthur’s sleeping pleas. Your heart broke once again at the pained look on his face. Tears sprung to your eyes, knowing you were the one who did this to him.
“Arthur, please,” you took his shoulder, shaking it hard, “you’re safe, I’m here, please wake up.” You had tears streaming down your face when Arthur finally managed to open his eyes. He looked at you, unsure if you were real or his mind playing tricks on him once again. Arthur reached up to touch your face, eyes softening when his fingers made contact.
“You’re real,” Arthur said, body relaxing. You nodded and fell into his arms. You couldn’t help but kiss every inch of skin you could reach. You lavished Arthur’s neck and chest with kisses, whispering how sorry you were in between. Arthur’s hands roamed your body, seeking skin to skin contact. When your lips finally met, Arthur moaned, and you felt a rush of arousal straight to your core.
The kiss deepened, and Arthur rolled on top of you. Your legs parted, allowing your bodies to come together. Two thin pieces of fabric were the only thing separating you. You clutched at Arthur’s shoulders, hands running down his back as Arthur sought comfort in your kiss. The two of you were still working on building trust, but you were intoxicated by his passion. Arthur’s hand was resting gently on your jaw, and the other was supporting his weight next to your head.
You couldn’t help but use your leg to pull Arthur closer to you, feeling his hot length so close to your heat. Arthur thrust against you, desperate moan feeding into the kiss. You were burning up with desire, and you knew you’d let Arthur go as far as he wanted tonight. The two of you had talked about making love, how nervous Arthur had been before meeting you. Arthur confessed to finding his confidence in your love, knowing you wouldn’t ridicule or be unsatisfied with him.
“I want you,” Arthur whispered against your lips, “if you let me, I want to make love to you.” His words brought tears to your eyes. The intimacy, the vulnerability in his voice made all of your walls crumble.
“Please,” you whispered, voice thick with emotion, “please make love to me.” Arthur began to kiss your jaw and neck, hand reaching beneath the thin material of your tank top. Arthur’s fingers caressed your breasts, and you moaned. Your body was so sensitive tonight. Maybe it was the late hour, or perhaps it was the anticipation of finally taking that final step with Arthur. Either way, your skin felt like electricity, and Arthur was a conductor.
Arthur pulled your top off, and the moment his skin was flush to yours, you felt your heart ache. You had to fight the tears threatening to spill over. You weren’t sad, but you felt so connected to Arthur at that moment, it was overwhelming. Arthur was leaving searing kisses on your neck, each movement of his lips on your skin sent shivers through you. Your eyes opened as you felt Arthur’s body move lower on yours. He took your sensitive nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. Your whole body arched into Arthur, unable to stop the rippling pleasure coursing through you. His hand slid down your body and right into your panties, pushing them down to your thighs. You kicked them off with little effort, opening your legs to allow him more access.
This wasn’t a first for either of you. There had been a few nights where you nakedly brought each other to orgasm with your mouths and tongues. But this was the first time you would really be joined to Arthur. As he continued to pleasure you, your hand reached out to fumble with the bedside table. When your hand met the foil packet, you hastily placed it in Arthur’s hand. He stood up and removed his underwear, gazing lovingly over your naked body. You didn’t often feel sexy, but something about the way Arthur looked at you made you feel like Aphrodite herself. You bit your lip as you watched Arthur cover his length with the condom before crawling back up and in between your legs. You felt out of breath already, anticipation, need and love-filled your body.
“Please,” You whispered, eyes squeezed shut, “Please make love to me, Arthur.” You heard Arthur take a deep breath before positioning himself at your entrance. Ever so slowly, he pushed into you. The moment Arthur entered you, it was like you had died and gone to heaven. The way he opened you up and filled you just right. No one had ever made you feel this good during sex, and you hadn’t even gotten started yet. When Arthur was fully seated inside of you, you opened your eyes. Arthur’s mouth was open, eyebrows turned up in pleasure, and his eyes were nearly overflowing with tears.
“I love you,” Arthur gasped as he began to move, “I love you so much.” With every push and pull of his body, you lost yourself into the pleasure. You gasped out your own “I love you” ‘s as your body met his thrust for thrust. It was a slow-rolling of hips, his body rubbing perfectly over your own. Your hands clutched at the skin of Arthur’s back, even running down to press his hips further into your own. Arthur ran his hands through your hair, mouth kissing sweetly on your face. The moments your lips would meet, tongues gliding together, only heightening the sensation. Arthur’s breath was yours, and your moans were his. With every second, the two of you were joined, the more you lost track of who was who. You were one being, loving and feeling, and building pleasure together. The urge to go faster and harder overtook the both of you as Arthur sat up and brought your leg over his shoulder. This change in position allowed Arthur to hit the spot deep inside of you, and your moans began to come out more desperately.
“Fuck yes,” Arthur moaned, seeing your pleasure spike. He brought his now free hand to your pussy, thumb rubbing circles into your sensitive clit. Just that added stimulation had your orgasm building rapidly. Every thrust and swipe of his thumb felt like you were riding a rollercoaster of pleasure. The slow incline seemed achingly brutal, but you knew the fall would be worth it.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” You begged Arthur. You were breathing hard, nearly moaning with every breath. You could feel the peak of your pleasure getting closer and closer until that pivotal moment. Arthur’s free hand came up to pinch your nipple, and you were sent toppling over the edge of bliss. “Arthur, yes,” you called out as your body spasmed with pleasure. Arthur’s thrusts were getting sporadic as his own pleasure took over. You watched with awe as Arthur moaned and gasped as he spilled into you. He had called out your name before bringing his body down to rest on top of yours.
The weight of Arthur’s body mixed with the intimacy of having him still inside you made years fall from your eyes. You felt raw but in the best way possible. You had opened yourself up to Arthur, heart, soul, and body. Arthur was kissing your shoulder, allowing his breathing to return to normal. When he finally pulled out of you, you were shocked by the feeling of loss. You watched as Arthur tossed the condom in the trash and walked back to you. He had a huge grin of his face and was the most relax you had ever seen him.
“Thank you,” Arthur said, pulling you into his arms, “that was… amazing.” He chuckled at his use of words. You could tell he had been trying to find a better descriptor, but amazing was the best fit. You couldn’t agree more.
“I should be thanking you,” you said, smiling at him, “That was the best sex I've ever had. Not bad for a first-timer.” You teased with a wink, and Arthur laughed. You could tell he was proud to have made you feel so good, and you weren’t lying when you said it was the best. It was raw and real, and the first time you had made love to someone you truly loved. It was everything you had ever wanted and more. “Let's get some sleep,” you whispered, eyes feeling heavy as relaxation and comfort consumed you. You heard Arthur hum in agreement, and soon, the two of you had drifted off into a deep sleep.
You woke up to the late morning sun shining through the window. Neither of you had moved, and Arthur was still wrapped in your arms. You couldn’t help the content smile that grew on your face. Last night had seemed to heal the break that was between the two of you. The trust and love were now so evident there was no denying it. You could face the world today, just like you had planned. Together.