Painting the Town (Closed, Lani and I, M out of Caution)

August slowly started to speed up, not too fast and never too hard, just a more active pace as he held her close, hands running down her back, feeling her close to him.

Her body moved as he touched her, back arching in response to his touch, moving closer to him as he touched her, "Auggie..." she murmured, sighing.

"Vanja..." He murmured out in return, his hands moving to her hips, up the front of her body, through her hair, anywhere he could touch her as he continued with his slow pace, more concerned with making the experience good for her than anything else.

She continued to react in kind, so unsure that it was making it difficult for her to enjoy things as much as she normally would. Rising up, she took his mouth her own, kissing him gently but passing.

He returned the kiss, slowly increasing his speed. "V-Van... I'm getting close..." He murmured against her lips, his length throbbing deep within her.

"Shhhh..." she murmured, wrapping her arms and legs around him and deepening the kiss. Vanja was in her element with pleasure, with sex, with anything that didn't involve romance, personal connections or commitment --- everything that this was. Any way that she could turn things back to her comfort zone, she would do.

August nuzzled into her, planting soft kisses between her breasts as his breathing grew ragged and his thrusts picked up in speed. "V-Van..." He groaned out, squeezing her closer.

"August," She said back, squirming beneath him and bucking up at him as he moved.

August leaned down, kissing her passionately as he hilted into her and started grinding hard, changing his rhythm and tempo of his thrusts every few moments has he grew closer to his release. Softly, his lips moved against hers, his voice a soft whisper. "J-Je t'aime, m-mon amour..."

She didn't speak French. She didn't know French. What she did know, however, was what he said. Her face heated as her body's will broke, collapsing into a hard climax that came to a grinding halt at the words. Gasping, she took advantage of her body's reactions to hold back speaking, herself. She knew the words though she knew not the language; she knew the words, but not what they meant.

August himself hilted inside of her and grunted softly as he released, seeding her once more without clarity of thought as to the consequences. No, he was too wrapped up in an abundance of feeling. The physical ones, and the soft whispers of emotional attachment that crooned from the back of his mind, that took hold of his tongue if only long enough to whisper out those words.

Vanja found herself burying her face into his shoulder, holding him close as she blatantly tried to ignore his words, his confessions. She didn't want this; so much attachment, so little time.

No redemption.

August let out a deep sigh, running a hand through her hair and nuzzling into her. He stayed silent, giving a small shake of his head and mentally berating himself so so much. He went too far, he let himself get too far.

She accepted his affections like she would any other time, outwardly seeming unphased by his reactions. Enternally, however, a battle raged in her mind that was more than enough to quell the madness that would typically be rising to power by this point.

August was facing a battle of his own, the more common logical portion and the ever developing emotional portion of him battling it out over her, an argument of words that left him paralyzed over top of her.

Vanja remained there in silence, holding him close but slowly fading into unconsciousness as their actions caught up to her.