So Little Time - Dragon Quest IV, Alena/Cristo, "I won't break."
[Sorry for deleting. Having some problems.]
The room is small and rough and the noise from the bar below them is terrible. Alena knows it should matter to her; tomboy she may be, but she's still a princess. It should bother her.
It doesn't.
Cristo wastes no time; they have so little of it, after all, and so she doesn't object when he pulls her to him immediately, kissing her roughly, his sword-calloused hands pulling her hips hard against his. He knows what he's doing, as he should as often as they've done this now - knows that it drives her mad, almost as mad as when they go to battle, knows that she'll gasp and growl with pleasure and kiss him back just as fiercely.
The first time they'd done this he'd been careful, touching her almost delicately, like a gentleman. That had been nice enough, but this is better. She supposes that she's as unusual in this as she is in everything else, in wanting something other than flowers and kind words and gentle touches. She's a warrior at heart, after all, and so is he. She wants his strength, wants him to push her as hard as she can stand and take what she wants to give him. She's not going to break.
He pulls away just long enough to loosen his trousers - there's no time for the rest, and she resolves that they're going to make time for it as soon as they're able, but for now she can only follow suit, letting her own trews fall to the dirty floor. She's ready now - past ready, she's been hoping for this all day and she's sick of the waiting - and doesn't object when he pushes her onto an old table. She could fight him off if she wanted to, of course, but why would she want to when he's doing exactly what she wants him to do?
Instead she leans back, clamps her legs around his waist, reaches down with one hand so that she can guide him as he thrusts - not that he needs much guidance anymore, because he's inside of her almost immediately and it's good, really good. She keeps her eyes open so that she can watch him as he thrusts, as his eyes close and his mouth opens and his breathing quickens, and she keeps her hand there to stroke her clit in quick, urgent circles - they'll only have time for the once, and she needs this, just as much as he does.
It's over quickly, too quickly - first she comes, that time, her body shuddering with the force of Cristo's thrusts and the clenching of her own muscles. Then she feels him pull away from her with a pang, sees him turn away and take his own cock in his hand, containing it as he comes himself - another unpleasant necessity, she knows, something else that she would prefer to dispense with when they have the means and the opportunity.
Her legs are weak when he offers his free hand to her and helps her stand, but she does her best to ignore it. They're going to go back into that bar and pretend that nothing has happened, until the next time that they can steal a free moment together. Still, she can't stop herself from dawdling just a bit as she cleans herself and dresses, and by the time she's done Cristo is already dressed and clean and looking at her with a half-amused, half-irritated look on his face.
She laughs a bit and takes his arm, and they make their way back downstairs, wavering only a little bit.