[She can't get enough of him, when he's like this. When he belongs to her and her alone. V, she shares with everyone. Chris, with Michael (with their father, too, as much as Tron isn't their father any more).
But in here... in here, he's not just one or the other. He's V, he's Chris, he's her brother, just as she's IV and Thomasine and Tamsin and his sister. There's no one name that fits who and what they are when they're alone like this, but what does fit is that they belong entirely to one another.
Nobody else can have what they are when they're like this. Nobody else can ever have either of them this way; none of the others who've had them in the past have claimed every aspect of the other like they do now, nobody who shares their lives now, nobody who will yet share their lives. They're the only ones who will ever be able to claim every single part of one another, body and soul and anything else there is to claim.
Part of her wants to untie him, after a thread of thought like that. Wants to let him up so that he can wrap his arms around her while she rides him, so that he can hold her in close as they mark each other and stake a claim that nobody can compete with because she won't let them and she doubts that he would, either. She offered to suck him off, though, and she intends to hold true to that.
(there will be time later to claim him further with their bodies; there will always be time later, because she's not going to let anyone take this away from her)
So she lowers her head, once V's cock is free, laves her tongue over the head with a soft, contented noise at the taste of him. Maybe it should feel wrong to do something like this, given who they are. She thinks, perhaps, that that thought will always remain. The thought that she should regret this, that she should feel bad. But ever actually regretting this? IV can't see that. Not when everything is so perfect, not when V and Chris and ani is everything that she's ever wanted.]
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But in here... in here, he's not just one or the other. He's V, he's Chris, he's her brother, just as she's IV and Thomasine and Tamsin and his sister. There's no one name that fits who and what they are when they're alone like this, but what does fit is that they belong entirely to one another.
Nobody else can have what they are when they're like this. Nobody else can ever have either of them this way; none of the others who've had them in the past have claimed every aspect of the other like they do now, nobody who shares their lives now, nobody who will yet share their lives. They're the only ones who will ever be able to claim every single part of one another, body and soul and anything else there is to claim.
Part of her wants to untie him, after a thread of thought like that. Wants to let him up so that he can wrap his arms around her while she rides him, so that he can hold her in close as they mark each other and stake a claim that nobody can compete with because she won't let them and she doubts that he would, either. She offered to suck him off, though, and she intends to hold true to that.
(there will be time later to claim him further with their bodies; there will always be time later, because she's not going to let anyone take this away from her)
So she lowers her head, once V's cock is free, laves her tongue over the head with a soft, contented noise at the taste of him. Maybe it should feel wrong to do something like this, given who they are. She thinks, perhaps, that that thought will always remain. The thought that she should regret this, that she should feel bad. But ever actually regretting this? IV can't see that. Not when everything is so perfect, not when V and Chris and ani is everything that she's ever wanted.]