They adored the feeling of Gilmore's body pressing down on them, crowding into their space, like he was trying to blot out every hint of distance between them. It was exactly what they wanted. Despite their lithe appearance, they could take it all and so much more. The desert was a fragile thing and their appearance had been a deliberate choice to reflect that. There were soft curves and gentle valleys across the landscape of their body, but something about them still reflected the struggles of living in such a harsh environment. Gilmore, on the other hand, had left for more hospitable lands and it showed. They wouldn't have wanted him any other way. If they had their say about it, he would never have to want for anything ever again.
The heat between them had hardly abated even though they had finished - for now. If anything, it had only turned up a notch or two as J'mon slipped their leg up and around Gilmore's waist and dragged him back to their lips. They had been teasing at this for so long now that it felt like utter relief to finally have it. J'mon was almost jealous of the fact that Gilmore didn't know what it felt like to miss this so terribly. To him, it was all new. For them, it felt like an eternity since they had been able to hold him like this.
"I would not allow it," J'mon smirked, kissing along Gilmore's jaw and up to his cheek as their fingers slid up into his hair again. "I refuse. I will fight death itself." And while it may not have been a promise they could keep now, there were certain perks to having power. It was entirely possible that at some point in the future they may be able to grant such a thing. They still had thousands of years ahead of them and they didn't want to spend a single one of them without this man. Once they had something they desired they were hard-pressed to let go of it, no matter what it was. And Gilmore was the most precious thing to them. Their only hope was that they would be able to show him that.
When the frenzy of those first few moments after finally began to fade, J'mon shifted slightly under Gilmore, drawing him along as they settled up against the pillows and shoved down the blankets in case he needed them. Somewhere along the line, the chains draped across their chest and around their ankles had disappeared back into the illusion of their shapechange, but they looked so much more comfortable like this. Settled again, they reached out and pulled him forward, back against their chest.