Elizabeth "Betsy" Glorianna Braddock | "Psylocke" (psi_butterfly) wrote in x_aftermath_x, |
It was both, but she knew it wouldn't last much longer - the sex wouldn't, at least. Their connection, however, would most likely last until they both were dead and gone, and probably well beyond even their own mortality. Those sort of bonds just didn't lessen or disappear over time, they were everlasting.
Betsy was gasping, mewing, and clawing at her brother's back, while they both were quickly approaching the finishing line. She arched her back and neck and eyes closed tightly; the grip of her thighs strengthened on either side of his hips. The pleasure she was feeling at that moment was, indeed, maddening; it was like nothing she had ever had to experience before. And, by God, she was trying to savor every second of it.
Brian's words touched her, deeply. She, of course, was already aware of just how much her brother loved and cared for her. He loved her more than anyone in this world and she knew she'd never take that affection for granted ever again. Ever.
"Of course," she gasped out, "I do... you prat." And after those words had been uttered, time stood still. Everything within her body felt tingly and warm, as she felt her lower belly tighten as she reached her own release.
Silence seemed to envelope the pair for what felt like forever, until Betsy slowly began to come down from her sexual high. When the world seemed to start moving again, she shifted a bit beneath him, but she waited for him to regain his composure before she'd say another word.