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“Stark…”
Stark’s heart thumps with the call of his name from Fern, because he already knows exactly where this is going.
“I’m cold…”
“Hold on.”
Carefully, he peels back his sleeping bag to expose his skin to the very mild temperature of the night air. He smirks as he crawls over to her, her eyes averted as she covers her nose with the top of her sleeping bag. Gently, he tugs it away from her to reveal the pout on her lips, though she gives no resistance to his pulling. Within moments, he’s on top of her, zipping it back up to encase his warmth against her, and he wraps her up in his arms. He exhales a longing sigh when her arms come around his neck and she finally looks at him, all doe-eyed and innocent.
But she’s not innocent, not nearly as much as she’d have the rest of the world think she is. He presses his forehead against hers, their lips ghosting over one another until she tips her head up to lock him in a kiss. He smiles and closes his eyes, always happy when she takes what she wants instead of leaving him guessing.
Though, he’s gotten to know her pretty well. That’s why there was almost no hesitation in his movements once she claimed to be ‘cold.’
Meaning, she wanted him to warm her up.
Meaning, she wanted him.
And he’s got about zero complaints about being wanted by Fern. Stark wants her just as much, if not more. Many a time when he lay in his sleeping bag or bed, depending on their sleeping arrangements, he lay awake, hard and wanting, but knowing better than to initiate himself. At least, he thinks he knows better. Perhaps one day she’ll tell him to start seeking her out on his own, but until then, he’s happy with what they have going on now.
They’re careful not to be too affectionate outside of their privacy. They’re still an adventuring party, and it’s hardly appropriate to be holding hands and kissing while travelling. They need to be ready for anything, a random monster or a conniving demon, at any time. Seeing a horny couple is probably like hitting the jackpot for a demon. Being distracted while flirting isn’t really an option, and something Frieren had warned them about. For as emotionally stunted as she seems, she’s very good at picking up on the little changes in their relationship.
So, in these quiet moments of the night, when Frieren is thoroughly conked out and they’re in a relatively safe area, they take advantage of what they can. It makes it sweeter sometimes, anyhow, he thinks. As much as he’d like to have her every night and every morning, the waiting makes these moments more passionate, feel amazing. He’s not sure he’ll ever get tired of feeling the plush of her body up against his. It’s downright divine, which she’d scold him for saying, but he truly believes.
“I miss you,” he whispers into the kiss, pulling away slightly so he can kiss along the corner of her lips to her jaw. She sighs underneath him, not as well suited to pillow talk like he is, but he’s fine with that. “Sweet girl.”
“Mm,” she moans softly, which sends a spike right to his lower abdomen. He chuckles quietly, kissing down her neck, pleased that she likes his pet names. He wasn’t sure when it first slipped out during one of their first times intimately, but the way she had squeezed and became more visibly turned on, he knew he had struck gold. Fern has a praise kink, and it’s one he’s happy to indulge in now. He feels her lips graze the shell of his ear, causing him to shudder slightly as she breathes into it, “Please, Stark.”
“Yes ma’am,” he responds, pulling one arm from under her so he can place his hand on her knee. It immediately gives in, opening her legs for him without asking. He slides his finger tips up, up until they’re under her nightgown. He feels her legs shake under him and he chuckles quietly, kissing up to her ear. “Can I make you come with my fingers first?”
“Oh-“ she gasps before suddenly burying her face into his neck, silencing herself. He smiles, taking that as a yes and letting his fingers continue their journey, until he feels pubic hair under them, which makes him freeze.
“Fern,” he gasps quietly, pulling back to look at her beet-red face. His head feels fuzzy with desire as he slips a finger between her folds, watching her close her eyes and cover her mouth. “No underwear, huh?”
“I…I was hoping you’d…” He grins as she tries to control the shudder in her voice, the volume of it.
“S’okay,” he comforts, letting her cover her mouth because while he loves to hear her, it’s better left for the days they can sleep at an inn. He slides his middle finger further, until he reaches her clit, something he had spent a good amount of time ensuring he could find quickly. His index and ring finger massage her labia while his middle finger begins tracing gentle circles into her clit. If he can’t hear her, at least he can see her – see her shut her eyes and bite her own hand, her head tilting backward as she pushes her chest up. If they had more room, he’d be tending to her breasts, too, but he’ll do what he can in the confines of a sleeping bag. “So pretty, Fern.”
“Stark,” she lets herself gasp out, because she knows he likes hearing his name from her, and she can be nice to him, too.
She really is a sweet girl, he thinks. Just misunderstood with walls up to protect herself. But he’d carefully built a door into those walls that had access just for him, to her gooey insides and gentle nature. He moves his other arm up so he’s bracing himself next to her head, and his hand rests on top of it, brushing her bangs from her eyes as he leans down to kiss her cheek. “Should I go further?”
She nods without verbal response and he smiles, pressing his middle finger in further until it teases her opening. Already soaking, it enters her easily and it takes everything he has not to let out a groan of his own. He’s painfully hard and sure she can feel it against her thigh, just waiting in anticipation until it’s his turn to feel her warmth. But he’s patient, always making sure she’s well and truly satisfied before he takes her. She always feels better on his cock after she’s orgasmed.
“So good,” he whispers to her, slowly curling his middle finger inside of her so he can press up. Having done this so many times, he knows exactly what her body likes. Fortunately, with some of the private conversations he had with Sein, he learned that not everyone likes the same thing, which made sense to him. So, he diligently learned exactly what Fern liked, because he’s very sure that, as long as she’ll have him, she’s the only woman he’ll ever want to pleasure. He’s so smitten with her that every other woman looks plain and dull. Fern looks like what he envisions the Goddess looking like. Maybe there’s more than one, and Fern is one. Stark certainly thinks so. “Can I add another?”
“Yes,” she squeaks out from behind her hand and he smiles, kissing the back of her hand. Slowly, he pulls out his middle finger and adds his ring finger and pushes back in to the knuckle. He feels her lift her hips into his hand, and he brushes his thumb over her clit. It doesn’t take much more than that for her to come undone.
“There you go,” he whispers sweetly, curling his fingers as he feels her squeeze them, the floodgates opening. He coaxes her orgasm from her with gentle presses and slowly strokes, just the way she likes it. One might think she’d be a bit rough, battle hardened and ready for him to take her more aggressively, but she really likes being spoiled. That revelation did not surprise him at all, and he thinks he should have realized it sooner. She’s always liked being spoiled, so it should be no different in bed. Luckily, Stark is just the kind of guy who is very good at worshipping. “Good girl, Fern.”
“Stark,” she sighs as he slowly pulls his fingers away when she seems to have come down nearly all the way. She’s still panting and her chest is heaving, but her eyes are a little clearer, now. She finally looks at him and smiles, such a sweet smile he doesn’t get to see often, which makes it all the more special when she shares it with him. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” he chuckles, finally able to kiss her lips again now that she’s not trying to muffle her sounds. He lets her hold his face in her hands as she teases his lips with her tongue, for which he immediately allows her access. Carefully, he wipes his fingers against his boxers, unconcerned with the mess, just trying to be considerate not to tarnish her clothing. She’s got a spell for that, but he’ll do what he can for now. With that hand, he pulls her gown up enough so that her bottom half is now exposed to him, and he presses his covered erection to her opening. “Feel that?”
“Mhm,” she moans, one of her hands holding his face trailing down to press her palm against it. He inhales sharply, abruptly ending the kiss and he buries his nose in her neck. It’s no where near the first time she’s palmed him like this, but it always feels like the first time. He does his best to keep back any embarrassing sounds as she feels him, her fingers leaving for only a moment to slip under his boxers. “You’re so good to me, Stark.”
“You’re one to talk,” he sighs as her fingers gently slide around his shaft, squeezing so softly, taking everything in him not to start pumping into her hand. “You know you don’t have to do that.”
“I like to,” she whispers, slowly moving her hand up and down, spreading the precum. “You really are a good boy, Stark.”
“Thank you…” he groans, pressing his lips to her neck to keep back his sounds. She doesn’t always do pillow talk, so it’s a treat when she’s in the mood to. She always picks the funniest times to be vocal, like in the middle of the woods rather than a nice bed in a private room. He won’t complain. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Such a silly thing to say.” He feels her head turn and her lips press to his temple, a chaste kiss. “So modest…how sweet.”
“Trying,” he exhales shakily, kissing her neck. “Trying so hard, Fern. I want you so much.”
“Oh,” she gasps, her movements stopping, “is this difficult for you?”
“Only a little,” he chuckles, able to control his breathing a bit better now that she’s stopped, “I just love being inside you.”
“Pervert,” she whispers and he grins, because as she says it, she’s pushing his boxers down, all the while not wearing panties of her own. Slowly, he raises himself up enough to look at her, and she’s got that pout on that, at one point, scared him so. Now, he just wants to kiss it while he makes love to her. He feels her legs spread under him and his cock twitches as he presses against her swollen pussy, slick and ready for him. He feels her hand circle around him again, this time guiding him into her, and within the moment, he’s sliding home. They sigh simultaneously, her eyes drifting shut while his eyelids lower, wanting to watch her as he fills her. “Oh, Stark…”
“Really makes life worth living,” he chuckles, stilling himself so he doesn’t come too early, “being in love with you.”
“I wonder,” she starts, interlaced with a moan when he slowly moves out of her, then back in, “when you became so good at being romantic.”
It took a little while after that first disastrous date, but it had been a very important learning experience. Now, he knows exactly what she wants to hear, and he’s unashamed of trying his best to be perfect for her. Without responding, he wraps her up in his arms and locks her into a kiss, one that makes it difficult for her to make any noise as he begins to pick up the pace, but only a little. She likes it slow, and so does he, because he gets to hold her and feel her take him longer. She does it so well, too, her hips lifting just a little to take him deeper. Feeling his release build inside him, he rocks into her even slower, maybe agonizingly so, but she doesn’t complain, just sucks him in deeper.
Given more space, he’d reach down to play with her clit, encourage another orgasm from her before his own, because there’s something heavenly about feeling her come on his cock at least once. Pleasuring her clit was the best way to make that happen, but they’re in a tight spot, so he’d just have to hope his slow strokes inside of her will be enough. If anything, he’s just happy he made her come at least once before himself. Still, he pushes his tongue past her lips so he can lick inside her mouth, something that drives her crazy when he’s inside of her. Something about the combination of his cock sliding into her pussy in tandem with his tongue slipping into her mouth gets her off.
Then, she surprises him. How she can keep surprising him after doing this hundreds of times, he’s not sure but will absolutely not question. He feels her hand slide between them, taking the opportunity when his hips are pulled back to slip over her clit. It makes him break the kiss to look at her, her other hand still gripped around the back of his neck. He gazes at her in wonder, the way she bites down on her lower lip to keep quiet and her head tilted back. He glances down, wishing so very badly he could see her playing with herself, but it’s just too dark. But he knows she is, and it threatens to make him come earlier than he wanted. “Shit, Fern…”
“I know you want me to come again,” she manages to say, her voice wobbly and a bit too loud, so she takes the hand from his neck to cover her mouth again.
“Goddess, yes,” he groans quietly, holding himself back from thrusting wildly into her. Knows he’s pushing it with the Goddess talk, but she’s busy at the moment and can’t scold him. “Oh, Fern, you-you really are so perfect.”
That’s what does it, he thinks. She comes undone within the moment as he continues his quiet worship of her, and he feels that squeeze around his cock. The hand that had been playing with her clit shoots up to cover her eyes now. Her arm lays across her eyes as her fingernails threaten to draw blood from her cheek with how hard it’s pressed over her mouth. What he would give to just pull that hand away and let her moan out as loud as she wants, cry for him and tell him how good she feels. Have her tell him all the ways he makes her feel so good, how much she loves his cock. When she did dirty talk, she did it filthy and it drove him insane.
“Sweet girl,” he gasps, one of his hands trailing down to grip her rear, open her legs up further so he can bury himself deep inside. As deep as she can possibly take with the stretch of his cock, impossibly further, but she accommodates him. “You’re so full, Fern, so good at taking me.”
“Stark,” she whines, and he recognizes the sob in her voice. It’s not often she cries from her orgasm, but sometimes, when it’s been a while like it had been this time, it happens. The arm covering her eyes falls away and he sees the shine of tears on her cheeks, which he takes the opportunity to kiss away. “Goodness, you’re so good.”
“You’re such a sweet girl,” he whispers, his strokes becoming slow and purposeful as he feels his orgasm coming. “I love you so much, Fern, so, so much.”
“I love you,” she gasps out, her head tilting back when he pushes in one last time, his release hard and fast. He drops his head so it becomes buried in her neck and hair. His lips press to her neck but stay still there as he does everything he can not to make any noise. He pushes everything he has into her, filling her up completely, knowing he’ll feel guilty later for the mess but also that he’ll clean it up and that they both desperately needed this. To feel together again, completely. So much so, it makes him want to cry just thinking about pulling out of her. “Oh, Stark…”
“I don’t ever want to leave,” he sighs, his mind starting to clear just slightly as he starts to come down. “Your body is perfect.”
“Oh stop,” she says, clearly more coherent than him now. He smiles at the normalcy of it, despite still being inside her, albeit softening.
“I don’t wanna go this long without you again,” he tells her, slowly propping himself up on his elbow so he can look at her. His other hand traces the curvature of her waist, which makes her giggle, slightly. If he hadn’t just come, he’s sure that this light tickling would lead to something more. “For the past like, two weeks, looking at you has made me crazy.”
“That’s foolish,” she pouts, shaking her head.
“Takes everything I have not to come up behind you.” His voice gets huskier as he says it, leaning in so their lips are nearly touching. He can feels her quick inhale as he talks. “Slide my hand under your dress and pleasure you. Don’t even care about myself, I just wanna see you.”
“Aren’t you chivalrous,” she says sarcastically, pouting out a lip. He grins and kisses it, which makes her sputter. She’s a sweet girl, but she still puts on that tough girl façade afterward sometimes. “Don’t pretend you don’t get anything out of this.”
“I don’t pretend that at all,” he says, incredulously, causing her to shush him. He laughs quietly. “I get off on you getting off. It’s all about you, Fern. Always has been.”
“We are not doing it again,” she warns, eyeing him suspiciously. He smiles, nodding, which makes her expression soften, too. He’s gotten so good at reading her and reacting to her. Slowly, that pouty expression turns into a shy smile and he’s ecstatic about it, a total sap when it comes to her, which he now admits freely. “When did you become my perfect man?”
Ah, those words are better than all the pillow talk in the world. He cups her sweet face in his palm and kisses her, whispering to her that she’d always been his perfect woman, and the work he put into becoming her perfect man had all been worth it and more.