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It was never enough.
Not when she wrapped her arms around him from behind, chest pressed against his back, cheek against his shoulder blade, hand over his steadily-beating heart, body lulled to sleep by the rhythm of his breath.
Still not enough was when he held her from behind, his arm holding her tight, his lips peppering kisses against the sensitive skin behind her ear, his warm breath reminding her he was alive as surely as she was to be able to feel it.
Closer was when she curled into his arms, their limbs coiled together, her head tucked under his chin, her mouth open against his neck, his carotid artery beating against the plumpness of her bottom lip.
Closest was when they were fucking, when her legs wrapped around him and his cock was buried deep, when he could feel every inch of her surrounding him, when she she could feel every inch of him inside of her. But it never lasted long enough, their need too great, their patience for release thin after decades without pleasure.
But sometimes, she just ached to be filled by him. Her cunt would throb and not because of a need for release, but rather a need to feel complete again.
“Don’t move,” she said once, even as she strained not to rock her own hips.
He was completely sheathed within her, his eyelids still heavy from sleep. It was still dark, the bio-sky outside dimmed to mimic a twilight none of the city's residents had ever actually seen. Her leg was hooked over his hip and her palm was heavy against his cheek. He looked at her curiously, brows lightly knitted together, but did as she requested.
She blinked back tears even as she smiled, even as her body sighed at the sensation of his buried deep within it. Her thumb softly stroked his cheekbone and her lips parted as a single, quiet sob escaped them. His hand slid from her hip to her back, his fingers tracing a pattern around the highway of jacks with a touch so soft, it sent shivers down her spine.
“Shhhh,” he said, even as she felt his cock throbbing inside of her.
Her eyes felt wild as she searched his, as she wordlessly communicated a stream of her every thought, every hope, and every worry. She could see the moment he received them, his eyes mirroring her own in their gleam from unshed tears. She nodded, hoping that was enough, and tears streamed over the bridge of her nose the moment she felt the silent transmission of his own thoughts flood into her consciousness.
“Trin…” he croaked and she nodded again, her hand now cradling his skull, her thumb stroking over the stubble on his head.
And they laid there, connected as intimately as they could both physically and emotionally, silently spilling what was left of their souls after their lifetimes apart – the anger and the fear, the disconnection and the interference, the agony and the hopelessness. And in that space, so small and yet encompassing so much, they reunited once more with the parts from long ago, the pieces of themselves they’d forgotten but that clawed their way to the surface again and again. Until finally, they would be submerged no more.
His hand splayed on her back and his hips thrust forward, his body’s needs no longer able to be quelled. She crashed her mouth onto his when guilt flashed in his eyes and she pressed her body against his.
“Fuck me,” she whispered into his mouth before filling it with her tongue.
And again, he did as she requested. His foot dug into the mattress, desperate for purchase, and she felt his need to drive into her deep and hard, stronger than ever before. She tilted her head back, her jaw slack as she moaned with each thrust of his hips. His breath was hot in her ear, his grunts loud, and it wasn’t long at all before she felt the warmth of him spilling into her. She smiled and she hummed and she wrapped herself around him tight, her fingers now stroking the crown of his head as he panted against her cheek.
“I’m sorry, I–” he began and she felt him begin to pull away.
But she squeezed herself around him even tighter and shook her head.
“No, don’t move,” she said softly. “Stay. Please.”
She felt him still inside of her, felt the warmth and moisture where they were still connected. The tang of his sweat combined with hers, and the heady scent of their sex, was sharp in her nostrils. They held each other close and his heart thumped from inside his chest to the surface of hers and slowly, she felt his body relax, felt him melt against her even as his cock stayed rigid within her.
Contentment washed over her. This, she realized, was the abundance she’d been seeking. And she’d never again have to live without it.