Rostislav Zelenka (ghostsongs) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-10-31 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | #january 2018, greer, greer x rostislav, rostislav |
Who: Greer and Rost
When: mid-morning, Saturday, Jan 6th
Where: the cemetery
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete
Living with other people who made their own money here and there was a big load off when it came to bills, but that didn’t mean Rost could just stop working. Besides the things he had to pay out, there was the need for the job itself. He might not be the most popular man in Point Pleasant, but he felt the community needed him, just like it needed the garbage men. He was a public servant, and unfortunately the public he served often needed him to dig graves. There were a few funerals scheduled for Sunday, so Saturday he had to go out to the cemetery and break into the frozen ground so some loved ones could be put to rest. Unpleasant, but necessary.
Rost got up relatively early and tried to move out of the bedroom as quietly as possible once he had his clothes in hand. He dressed in the bathroom, putting on layers and then his coveralls, brushed his teeth, and went to the kitchen. He started up the coffee maker and began to hunt around the living room for his keys. Rost hadn’t needed them in a while, and when he pulled off one of the couch cushions to look underneath it, he ended up knocking some things over on the coffee table. Rost froze for a moment, wincing at the noise, eyes aimed at the bedroom hallway, then went back to his search, more carefully this time.
Despite Rost's best efforts to slip out quietly, Greer woke when he climbed out of bed. She dozed only for a few more minutes, because Dev was warm and comfortable pressed up against her, but soon Greer was carefully sliding out of bed as well, yawning as she changed from her pajamas into some warmer clothes. She knew Rost had to work, but Greer had been wanting to get out of the house, and frankly she still felt horribly guilty over her behavior on Wednesday, so she thought maybe some one on one time with Rost would do them both some good. Once she felt warm enough, Greer pressed a kiss to Dev's forehead and whispered that she was going with Rost before she left the bedroom to let him sleep some more.
Greer slipped quickly into the bathroom to brush her hair and her teeth, and thankfully Rost was still there when she walked out into the living room. He was looking in the couch for something and she smiled. "I put your keys on top of the fireplace mantle."
Rost had been so preoccupied with the key hunt that he hadn’t noticed the water running in the bathroom from Greer brushing her teeth. He startled a little at the sound of her voice and looked around, then let out a sheepish little huff. “Thank you darling,” he murmured as he turned back to the couch to set tuck the cushions back into place. He hadn’t even thought to look on the mantle. Rost straightened up and approached Greer, resting one hand on her hip as he leaned in to kiss her. “Good morning. I began coffee, but have not tasted yet.” He chuckled a bit and moved to the mantle, and sure enough, there was his big ring of keys. Rost jingled them and slipped them into his pocket.
"I'm sure it's fine," Greer said, walking into the kitchen to find a couple 'to go' cups. "Do you mind if I tag along with you this morning? Dev could probably use some alone time, and I've been feeling cooped up lately. I promise I won't get in your way, and I can help if you need it." Greer didn't think he would say no, so she found two cups with lids to prepare some coffee for them both. "It's been a while since we've been to the cemetery, and I'm curious to know if the angels have moved again."
Rost started to protest, since he would actually be working this time and people tended to shy away from that, but this was Greer. She knew what he did and what it entailed, and he’d never found her to be a squeamish woman. “Okay, the company would be nice, yes,” he answered with a smile, trailing after Greer to the kitchen for a moment. She seemed to have it all in hand, so he went back to the living room to get his boots on and laced up. Before too long, they were both bundled with coffee in hand, climbing into Rost’s truck. It hadn’t been running long enough to be warm yet, but it was still better than being outside. “If you get too cold, there is always my trailer,” he told Greer, giving her a half-smile. He settled his coffee cup into the holder and put the truck in reverse.
"I'll be fine," Greer promised, wrapping her gloved hands around her cup of coffee. It was cold, but she felt like she had dressed warmly enough. But if she did resort to going to his trailer, she would dust and clean up and make herself useful. "Maybe when we're finished we can stop at the store on the way home and grab some things for dinner. We can get some steaks or pork chops. Or I can make soup. It seems like a good day for it." And Greer was still doing her best to make things up to Rost and Dev. She knew she hadn't been herself, but that didn't really matter, deep down. Rost deserved the world, and Greer wanted to try and give it to him.
He made an intrigued and approving noise at that suggestion. All of those sounded like hearty options, and after a day of working in the cold, Rost was going to need something hearty to replenish him. “Maybe we cook together,” he said as he started them down the street. Cooking together was always kind of sexy and fun. Rost had gotten the impression that Greer was trying to make up for what had happened sometimes, and doing things together always encouraged healing when there were hurts in a relationship. He reached over to rest his free hand on Greer’s leg while he drove. “I am using a machine to dig today ... you want to learn to drive?” he asked, a half-grin sneaking onto his face.
Cooking together was always a treat. She loved sharing space with Rost, even in the smallest of kitchens. But they could make a hot, hearty meal to share with Dev and that just sounded wonderful to Greer. She was sipping her coffee when Rost mentioned teaching her how to drive one of his work machines and her eyes widened with excitement. "Yes," she said, once she had swallowed her coffee. "That sounds like fun. I mean, not the reasons for having to use it, but I've never been on a piece of large machinery before. You won't get into trouble, will you?" Rost took care of the cemetery, but she didn't know if he had a boss, or if someone would be upset with him for letting her onto a piece of equipment probably owned by the town.
The reasons were always unfortunate, but there was a child-like part of Rost that loved working the heavy equipment. It was fun, and he thought with his supervision, Greer would be fine pulling the levers. It was definitely more efficient than doing it all by hand, especially with the ground frozen like it was. “Nooo, no trouble,” Rost drawled with a wave of his hand. He was grinning too, pleased to offer something that seemed to make her happy. “Is easy, you will do great, and no one will see.” He doubted there would be many cemetery patrons there today, not in this weather. Rost turned them down the street that led to the graveyard, feeling kind of excited to get there now.
As long as she didn't accidentally break a headstone or anything, Greer thought it would be quite fun to mess around on such a large machine. She knew it wasn't work most people would want to involve themselves in, but she enjoyed working beside Rost, and she had enjoyed herself when she had helped him in the cemetery before, when the weather had been a bit nicer. She sipped her coffee as they drove the rest of the way to the cemetery. There seemed to be people out and about. despite the cold. The snow falling was really pretty, at least, and she preferred it over the horrible fog from the week before. But oh, how Greer longed for spring already.
As they drove through the gates into the cemetery, Greer caught sight of one of the stone angels. It looked different than before, but that didn't seem to be unusual, because the look of it before had differed from the look of it the first time she saw it. Or maybe Greer was just imagining things now and it had always been looking so happily to the heavens. Greer looked over at Rost, to see if he noticed, and if he was bothered at all. She didn't want to point it out to him if there was nothing to point out.
Rost noticed a few cars in the parking lot as they rolled through, and he spotted a few people walking down the narrower paths between the headstones, but he didn’t think much of it. It was still early in the day and people often used the weekend to visit their dead relatives. He didn’t spot the angel on Greer’s side, but he did see one on his own, and slowed the truck down to get a better look. The angel looked ecstatic, hands and face up to the sky. Rost couldn’t remember ever seeing it that way, and a look to his right showed him that it wasn’t the only one. He met Greer’s eyes, a strange-feeling smile on his face. On one hand, it was kind of creepy that they’d all moved into that position. On the other ... he had kind of a good feeling all of the sudden. “That is ... odd,” Rost said to Greer, his tone uncertain.
“Definitely odd," Greer said with a small nod. But... then she didn't find it odd in a bad way. In fact, a small smile spread across her face. "They're lovely though, aren't they?" She remembered when she and Rost had come here and there was a horribly dark, ominous feeling around. That felt so silly now. The snow was falling beautifully, she was with one of the loves of her life and she felt quite good for the first time in nearly a week. "They look so joyful," she added, looking out the window at the statues again. "People need that these days."
Greer’s smile made Rost’s wider, like it was infectious, and he felt a sense of calm and peace settle over him. It seemed that whatever darkness had been plaguing the cemetery was gone, replaced by something ... really good. “That they do,” he murmured his agreement with Greer. Rost gazed out the windows for another moment or two with admiration, then started the truck rolling again. The work he had to do wasn’t quite on his mind anymore, he just wanted to see more of the cemetery, see more of the angels. The whole place seemed even more gorgeous and peaceful than usual, and he even cracked his window to get a breath of that fresh, crisp air. It was going to be a damn good day, he could tell already. Every angel they passed made him feel better and better. “It is a good day, to be here,” he said softly, looking around them.
It really was. It was as if the cemetery itself eased her mind and erased all of the darkness from it. Greer suddenly wished they would have brought Dev. He would have loved it here too. "People look so happy," she said, watching a woman walking through the rows of headstones with a dreamy sort of smile on her face. Greer reached over to hold Rost's hand. "It's just so peaceful," Greer murmured. "Do you want to go for a walk before we work? I know it's cold..." But she didn't honestly care. Greer just wanted to feel the brisk air on her face, and listen to the snow crunch beneath her boots. Everything felt magical and she didn't want to waste any time enjoying it.
“It will be cold working too,” Rost pointed out with a sunny smile. He squeezed Greer’s hand before pulling it up to kiss it. “Why not take a stroll.” He pulled up to the shed that housed the equipment and parked the truck where he would have anyway. Rost downed the last of the coffee in his cup and then climbed out. He stretched and drew in a deep breath of that nose-stinging air, loving every freezing molecule of it. It just felt so good to be alive. He walked around to meet Greer as she got out of the truck too, and put his arm around her to start them walking. The snow insulated everything, leaving it all muted and pretty.
Greer left her coffee in the cupholder, not wanting to carry it around the cemetery. Her arm slid around Rost's waist and she leaned into him to get to some of his body heat. "It feels like it's been a while since I've felt this relaxed," Greer told him. "I can't remember the last time this town looked so pretty." The cemetery, more specifically, since that's where they were. Even the more depressing parts of this place looked beautiful to her. "Maybe that's why the angels look so happy now. Maybe things are finally getting better."
Rost was feeling much the same, and he wasn’t even questioning it. It flew in the face of all logic that just being the graveyard -- a haunted place that was generally sad for most of the people who visited -- would uplift his spirits so much, but it was happening regardless. Rost felt on top of the world as he walked with Greer at his side down one of the paths that wove its way through the headstones. “Maybe they are,” he agreed, actually feeling that optimism seeping in through every part of him. It made him feel light on his feet, and Rost let out a soft laugh, just because. “Is that so, angel?” he asked one of the statues as they approached. “Are you healing us?”
Greer laughed as Rost spoke to the angel, but she honestly expected some kind of response. They moved on their own, surely they could speak? But perhaps their words were felt, rather than heard. The ominous cloud that hovered over the cemetery the last time she and Rost came here... and now this. "If they're healing angels, then we should stay here forever," Greer said, pressing her face against Rost's coat. "Nothing can hurt us here, right?" It certainly didn't feel that way, and it was easy for Greer to forget the fog and everything that had happened in it.
The fact that all of this flew in the face of all logic was lost on Rost at the moment. His entire being was filled up with a sensation of euphoria he couldn’t remember ever feeling before. It didn’t make sense, but it didn’t have to. After living so long in terror and despair, having it lifted so suddenly felt like a miracle. He didn’t want to question how it was possible, he just wanted to feel it. “Nothing can hurt us here,” Rost echoed softly, gazing up at the statue with adoring eyes. Whatever had happened to this place, it had been so profound that even the stone angels felt it. He pulled the glove off of his free hand with his teeth, then reached out to gently caress the freezing stone.
It was like experiencing a natural high, but Greer didn't know if it was the angels, or just being there with Rost. She didn't need any of it to make sense though. She was happy, and that was all that mattered. Pulling away from Rost, Greer began to walk in the direction of another statue in the distance. It looked different than the one Rost was touching, but the pose was the same. Hands lifted. Smiles. Joy. Snow crunched under her boots but Greer didn't mind the cold anymore. She was numb to it, and it couldn't touch her anymore than all of the bad things in this town could. The cemetery rendered her invincible, and what a feeling that was. She stopped at the next statue and slid her hands over the stone. "Should we work?" she asked Rost over her shoulder, smiling.
After he’d petted the angel statue enough, Rost trailed after Greer, a lopsided grin on his face. He wasn’t feeling the cold much either, which was really nice. It felt like sunshine in his soul, painting everything gold and warming him up from the inside out. It made him wish that Devlin was with them, both so he could bask in this glorious feeling too, and so he could touch the angels and tell them what they felt like. What they were thinking -- because he truly felt like they were sentient now, reacting to whatever new magic had fallen over this place. Or perhaps all the bad magic was gone instead? He didn’t know. Rost’s eyes lit up at Greer’s question and he smiled brightly. “Yes! If you still wish,” he told her. Riding around on a big machine sounded like fun, and he was eager to do it now.
Greer thought about texting Dev and telling him to meet them at the cemetery, but she was too easily distracted by the angels, and Rost, to actually pull her phone out to do it. "I do still wish," she told Rost with a beaming smile. "I suppose you still have work to do, but we can make it fun. And maybe it won't take too long." Even if it did, that was okay. It just meant spending more time here together, and that was all Greer wanted in the world. She slid her arm through his. "Hopefully we won't disturb them," she said, motioning to the angel with her free hand.
“They will not complain, I feel sure,” Rost said with all the confidence in the world. He didn’t feel like anybody, stone or not, could complain about anything at all today. Everything was good! Even work would be good -- it was important, spiritually satisfying work! With a bounce in his step, he led Greer back toward the outbuilding where the digger was so they could get started.
Neither of them felt the cold as they tooled around in the big machine and dug graves for those in need. Greer was pretty good at the controls, and Rost positively delighted in teaching her. It didn’t hurt that she sat on his lap almost the entire time. Having her soft weight there with his arm around her waist only made Rost feel that much higher on euphoria. Her hair was so close and smelled so good in the crisp air and they were keeping each other warm and everything felt light and beautiful. As they finished up on the last grave, Rost gave Greer’s ear a nuzzle. “I have a bed close by, you know,” he murmured with a bright wicked grin.
The machinery was amazing and so much fun and Rost trusted her enough to let her do some digging on her own. It was like being a kid again, and digging graves probably shouldn't have felt so joyful, but it was. Spending time with Rost was the bonus, as she loved having his arms wrapped around her waist, or his hands on hers as he helped her learn the controls. Her skin was chilled from the weather, her nose pink and her muscles quivering a bit, but it never once made her miserable. How could she possibly feel anything but this intense happiness? When she heard Rost's voice in her ear, Greer smiled and turned her face towards his just enough so their lips were close. "We can go warm up," she said, nuzzling his nose with her own. "We worked hard. We deserve to relax for a bit."
Rost agreed wholeheartedly, even though he felt plenty warm at the moment himself. Maybe not in the face ... or the hands ... or the feet ... but warm in the heart and groin, that was for sure. Warming up did sound nice though, so Rost reached around his precious lady to grab the wheel of the digger to drive them back to the shed. From there it was a quick jaunt in the truck to where his trailer was located at the very back of the cemetery. Rost kept the heat on a low temperature these days just to keep the pipes from freezing, even though he wasn’t there. It still felt much warmer inside than out as he let them in, stomping his boots on the wooden stairs before he stepped up into the small trailer. It smelled a little stale inside, but Rost didn’t care, because everything was just awesome at the moment.
Being inside the trailer seemed to intensify just how cold it had been outside. Strange that she hadn't really realized it, but it didn't matter now. Greer didn't care how the trailer smelled, or that there were a few dusty surfaces. It was still wholly Rost and Greer turned up the thermostat a bit more as she had no idea how long they would stay. Maybe for a while. Shivering, she slipped out of her coat and then tugged off her gloves and scarf, tossing them onto the sofa. Without thinking, but with a big smile, Greer walked up to Rost to help him start peeling off layers as well. Undressing her men was one of her most favorite things to do.
Watching Greer take off even those few things was sexy, and Rost was grinning right back as she approached him and started tugging at his clothes. The trailer was well-insulated, it at least had that going for it, so he knew it would warm up fast once the heat really kicked in. He felt blessed to have such a place, and even more blessed to have such a woman inside of it. Rost accommodated her stripping his outer coat and gloves off, toeing out of his boots as she did so. The jumpsuit would take some more work, and Rost was feeling happily impatient, so he dipped in to kiss Greer before it even got unzipped, his heart soaring in his chest. She always made him feel good, but with everything else feeling amazing, Rost was practically giddy already.
Greer kissed him back with enthusiasm as her hands worked over his clothes to start undressing him. Her heart felt full of love and wonder and Greer had all but forgotten the last few days. Rost seemed happy with her again, not that she ever felt like he was unhappy or miserable, but maybe he had forgiven her completely for the horrible things she had said to him when she was unwell. Her tongue slipped past his lips to kiss him deeper and she tried not to be terribly impatient, but she felt so good that she wanted to fully share that with Rost. She had a feeling when they came together it would be more intense than before and her heart was pounding with anticipation. She just needed to get this blasted jumpsuit off first.
The strange issues with Greer’s attitude seemed far away and inconsequential to Rost now, nowhere near the top of his mind as they kissed each other and pulled at clothing. Why were they dressed in so many layers again? Even the sharp tingles from the parts of him that had gone numb out in the cold felt nice, visceral reminders that he was alive and human, and therefore able to feel things. He was not made of stone, nor was he an angel in the slightest ... which was currently something he wanted to prove to Greer. Rost let go of her enough to shake his arms out of the coveralls, then shoved them down and stumble-stepped out of them. He didn’t want to make love to her in the tiny living room, so he grabbed her hand to pull her back toward the bedroom so they could be more comfortable. Once there, Rost started to strip off the rest of his clothes, eager to be skin to skin with one of his beloveds.
Thank goodness he knew how to take the jumpsuit off because Greer had been ready to try and rip it, even if wasn't strong enough to do so. She felt strong enough though, like she could do anything. With that out of the way, Greer followed Rost to the bed and began to pull off the remainder of her clothing. Her skin was still chilled from being out in the cold for so long, but she didn't mind it, and she didn't think Rost would care either. As soon as he was as bare as she was Greer wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, kissing him again as desire pulsed through her entire body. His skin was cold too, but they would warm each other up. It probably wouldn't even take too long.
Cold or not, having a naked Greer pressed against him felt fantastic. Rost tingled from head to toe and felt tuned into every detail of her body -- from her hungry lips on his to the firm dots of her nipples to the heat coming off of her crotch near his thigh. All of it was so perfectly fitted to him, so natural, so beautifully human. Rost hummed deep in his throat as he kissed her back, his hands roaming over her curves and her ass while he marveled at how good she tasted. Everything was beyond perfect, it was sublime and otherworldly, and Rost felt like they were about to have the best sex of their lives. His cock was definitely on board, hot and hard where it was caught between their bodies.
Greer could spend all day kissing Rost. She loved the feel of his lips on her own, the way his mustache tickled her skin just a little. Like Dev, Greer felt like his body fit hers perfectly, despite the difference in shape and proportion. She could feel his cock against her stomach, so hot and hard and ready to be inside of her. Dipping a hand down between their bodies, she cupped his balls and squeezed tenderly before ducking her face against his neck to kiss and lick at his skin. How lovely would it be to just stroke and kiss every inch of his body for the rest of the day. Drive him to the point of madness and then give him what he so desperately craved. Greer smiled against Rost's throat before nipping his skin softly.
Rost had been with many lovers in his life, but the list of those who touched him like Greer did was definitely shorter. He adored it, and especially today it felt like heaven. He groaned against her mouth when she fondled his balls, then tilted his head to give her all the access to his neck that she wanted. Rost’s whole body felt electrified and sensitive, all his skin hungry for more, even the palms of his hands as he ran them restlessly over Greer’s body. He knew they ought to get more comfortable and horizontal on the bed, but he didn’t even want to pull away long enough to do that. Rost shivered a bit at the nip and dipped his head to find her lips with his again, one of his hands sliding up to cup and knead at her breast. “Gods, I love you,” he whispered between kisses.
"I love you," Greer murmured back, arching into his touch a bit before she slid her hands to his waist and encouraged him to move toward the bed. She probably would have had sex with him in this position had it been easier, and more comfortable. Greer had no desire to pull away from him, but she also was feeling the intense urge to have him inside of her. Preferably for the rest of the day. She was feeling too light and happy that it was hard to find any downside to the day at all, other than the vague desire that Dev could be there with them. But she enjoyed these quiet moments alone with Rost just as much and she wanted to take full advantage of the time they had together. Greer kissed him again and nudged him gently to lay back on his bed.
The sheets hadn’t been changed in weeks now, but Rost didn’t care as he went where he was urged and climbed onto the bed. Nobody had been in them, but the whole trailer felt a bit dusty and musty from all the wet weather, and ideally his Greer’s skin wouldn’t touch anything but the best and the cleanest ... but it didn’t really matter. Not today. Rost scooted himself backward until his shoulders were propped up by pillows, his whole body ready and available to her. She looked gorgeous in the muted light, curvy and bare with her long hair hanging down, it made Rost’s chest hurt a bit from how beautiful she was.
Greer didn't care about the sheets, or any dust, or much of anything at all, to be honest. She just cared about Rost and feeling his skin against her own. She crawled onto the bed after him, straddling his hips and smiling before she leaned down to kiss him. They were both still somewhat chilled from being outside for so long, but they had plenty of body heat to burn between the both of them and Greer moaned happily into his mouth when her breasts brushed his chest. The skin on skin contact made her shiver in a delightful way and Greer wished she could just kiss every inch of his body for the rest of the day. Maybe she could after they were finished. Greer rubbed herself against his cock slowly, wanting him to feel how badly she desired him. That would never change, no matter what horrible thing had happened to her, no matter what she might say or do. Hopefully Rost knew that now.
Rost’s long-fingered hands skated down Greer’s sides and the curves of her hips and thighs as she bent over him. He kissed her indulgently, letting that sense of aroused urgency build slow between their mouths. Always audibly inclined, he loved the sound she made, letting it drive him to draw more of those noises out of her. He made a deep one himself as he felt her hot slick body glide against the underside of his cock. Rost pushed his hips up a bit to increase the pressure, dragging Greer’s bottom lip lightly between his teeth. He enjoyed being on his back and at her disposal on any day, and it felt particularly good today. Rost lived for both of his lovers now, but that feminine mystique, that spirit of the goddess in Greer made him especially happy to please her, give her what she wanted.
Greer wanted to give Rost as much as he seemed to want to give her. In an ideal world they would always be naked together, wringing as much pleasure out of their bodies as they possibly could before exhaustion set in. Maybe they would do that now. They didn't need to work. Greer felt so good, so in love, that she was sure they didn't even need food or water. They just needed each other, and this. Greer lingered in their kiss for a moment longer before straightening over Rost, her hands sliding over his chest. She wanted this to last all day, but she couldn't help but reach between them to take his cock and slide it into her, her gaze locked onto his face. They had plenty of time to enjoy one another, but she felt as though she might burst if she didn't have him inside of her body at that very moment.
An existence of pure pleasure, forever in bed with both of his loves, seemed like an actual possible goal at the moment. What heaven that would be. They would have to get Devlin to join them, of course, but that would be easy. It could come later however -- right now Rost was one hundred percent focused on Greer. He gazed at her with dazed eyes as she straightened up, taking in how beautiful her body was all over again. Rost’s hands lingered at her hips as she got their bodies lined up, and he groaned slowly as she sank down onto his cock. It was the best feeling Rost had ever had, his brain completely empty of all the depression and old ghosts and worries he carried around daily. The negative background radiation was gone, and there was only bliss inside and out now. His hips flexed as he pushed deep into her warmth and Rost made a helpless low sound again.
Greer placed her hands on either side of Rost's head, using it as leverage as she began to move her hips. Having one of her lovers inside of her always felt like pure heaven, but today it was exceptionally wonderful. Every skin cell seemed to tingle with pleasure and gods, she never wanted to stop. She kept her hips moving at a steady, but firm pace, wanting to draw those delicious sounds from Rost again. Greer had been with many lovers over the years, but she had always found the most joy with the ones who weren't afraid to express themselves vocally, whether with words or noises. Just the sound of Rost's voice, even in only a moan, sent a thrill down her spine. He engulfed her completely, mind and body, and for Greer, there was nothing else. No worry, or fear. No pain, either mental or physical. There was just Rost, and his cock inside of her, and her love for him.
Rost had never been shy about expressing his pleasure, and he adored it when his lovers did the same. It had resulted in plenty of aggravated banging from people on the other sides of walls. But there was no one around these walls to hear them, and Rost was more than engrossed in what they were doing. Making love to Greer was always a blissful experience, but this time seemed to feel extra good. He just loved her so much, with everything he had, and it was probably a great thing that Greer was in charge and pacing herself. He moaned and caressed her bare skin everywhere he could reach, one hand gliding up eventually to tangle in her hair. He pulled her down to kiss her again, his abdomen flexing as he made sure every thrust was a deep one.
Greer went down willingly, parting her lips to kiss him deep. Her hips rocked back to meet his thrusts, fresh waves of pleasure coursing through her with every movement. His hands felt so good on her bare skin and Greer moaned softly into his mouth, lowering herself just a bit more until her breasts were pressed against his chest. Clothes felt so unnecessary... a complete hindrance. She thought maybe she could talk Rost and Dev into never wearing them while at home anymore, unless there was a rare occasion where they might have company. "I love you," she murmured against his lips, sinking down onto his cock and rocking her hips forward sharply, just to feel him deep for a moment or two.
Her softness against his wiry body always drove him crazy, and Rost’s breath came heavier through his nostrils as she settled on him. He would happily be naked all the time with both his lovers if that was what they wanted. He was sure they would get less done during the day, because he wasn’t sure he could keep his hands to himself all the time, but Rost would be surprised if that turned out to be a problem. ”And I love you,” he told her in Romani, the words strained with pleasure. Gods, the way she moved her hips was pure magic. Rost wanted to do this every waking moment of every blessed day he had left, and for the moment it almost felt like he could. Like they could stop time and just fuck and fuck and fuck forever. He brushed the sides of her breasts and slid his hands down to squeeze her ample hips while he kissed her again.
Oh, she loved it when he spoke Romani to her. And he had said "I love you" in his native tongue enough now that she understood the words when he said them to her. They made her heart skip a beat and Greer smiled against his mouth before she straightened over him again, her hands sliding over his as she began to move harder, with more purpose. She wanted nothing more than to drive him crazy, to bring him as much pleasure as she possibly could before they were both too sweaty and exhausted to do anything else. Greer's head fell back against her neck, her eyes closed as she focused on the movement of their bodies, the way they rocked and thrust together, so perfectly in sync. They had been intimate so many times since they met, and Greer felt like Rost knew her body as well as she did, maybe even more so. But nothing about making love with him felt redundant. It was familiar, and pleasing and wonderful... especially today, of all days.
Rost knew Greer understood him. He had the feeling that even if he hadn’t told her what the words meant -- and he’d only had to tell her once, a fact he adored about her -- she would’ve understood anyway. What he felt went beyond words, and he knew that Greer would feel it no matter what words he used. His mother tongue was closest to his heart, and with how he was feeling, it came the most natural. Rost gazed up at Greer in awe as she sat up again, taking in her beautiful curves ... for a moment anyway, until his eyes rolled shut. He groaned helplessly, his fingers digging harder into her hips as he thrust up in time with her. It truly felt like they were one flesh now, joined together the way they’d always been meant to be. Rost was so grateful she’d found him, that they’d been brought together for this very purpose, to merge in such a beautiful way. He was panting now, the ecstasy making his balls feel tight and full and ready to burst.
On the days where she believed in such things, Greer was truly convinced that fate had brought her and Dev to Point Pleasant to find Rost. Yes, there were other reasons too, but at their core, they were missing a piece of who they were. Once they found Rost, that piece fell into place. She knew wherever they went when their time here was finished, Rost would be with them. Greer was panting now, her entire body feeling deliciously hot and on the verge of losing all control. She slipped one hand between their bodies, moaning low in her throat as her fingers began to rub at her clit. It was hard to maintain a steady rhythm once the pleasure began to tighten and build, but Greer's hips moved harder, faster, her moans growing into loud cries that seemed to fill the small trailer. She wanted so desperately to stay in this torturous moment, just before her orgasm when the ecstasy was becoming almost too much to bear. Greer thought about taking her hand away, just to prolong everything for a while longer, but she couldn't. It just felt too good. Her fingers moved as frantically between her legs as her hips did against Rost's, and when she finally fell over that delicious peak she moaned his name deep in her throat as the waves of pleasure shook her entire being.
It was a white-knuckle thing, holding back through all of that, but Rost happily managed to do it. Greer’s pumping hips and her cries and the way her breasts bounced and the tight grip of her body around his cock was almost all too much, making him feel like he was coming apart in the best sort of way. Rost was completely lost to it all, no coherent thoughts left as his brain completely flooded with pleasure and love. It was pure bliss. A few soft ‘yes’s escaped him when Greer started to peak, and Rost forced his eyes to stay open so he could watch her face, and he was so glad he did. He wanted to remember every detail of this for forever. All of the squeezing and pulsing when she started to come was too much to bear though, and Rost’s climax hit him hard right in the middle of Greer’s. He gasped and panted as he frantically fucked up into her for a few strokes, then arched off the bed and cried out as the intensity of pleasure sent him flying.
Rost's orgasm only intensified Greer's and she let out a loud cry again as she felt him thrust up hard and deep into her, his cock swelling before he was there with her. She loved that she could feel it and the pleasure-pain sensations pulsed through her violently even as their bodies began to slow, her heart still pounding madly against her chest. Her hand fell away from her clit and she placed it on his abdomen as everything began to dull, the aftershocks still causing her to shiver every few moments until she could finally breathe again. Greer opened her eyes, short, harsh breaths escaping her lips as she looked down at him. Then she smiled and leaned over to brush a kiss against him again, nuzzling her nose to his. "I love you," she murmured in Romani. It hadn't been hard to memorize the words, and while she couldn't speak much else in his language, those three words felt to be the most important.
Rost smiled briefly at her before their lips connected again, and he let out a contented little sigh as he rubbed his hands down her body. They were both slightly damp with sweat and breathing hard, and he didn’t think he’d ever felt better. Hearing those words in Greer’s voice made his heart feel like it was soaring, and he suddenly wanted to spend the rest of the day teaching her Romani. It sounded beautiful on her tongue. In between bouts of sex, of course, because he already wanted to make love to her again. And again. And again, until they were completely exhausted. “I love you too, beautiful creature,” he told her, and kissed her lips softly again. Whatever they ended up doing, he was grateful for this magical day with the magical goddess in his arms.