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Their hands are not around her waist to guide her. They are there to keep themselves from falling before she asks it of them.
Kanan has been there for what feels like hours. Their back hurts — everything hurts, but they brave it. They braved it because the woman atop him had asked — demanded, almost — it from them.
But Kanan had realized, an hour too late, that Sarah Morgan was a relentless and determined woman. Too much. Too much determination, too much wanting, too much tight around them, thighs trapping him beneath her firmly, much too tight, not stronger than Kanan but certainly possessed of too much of a grip around his heart and yearning for them to take her off of him, even when they feel hard to breathe properly, air tangled around gasps in their throat.
It's enough to make them almost want to cry.
Her hips stutter their rhythm and she clenches enough to make him let out a strangled, almost needy little sound that is lost beneath the moan she had let escape, too.
It is when they feel the pad of her thumb brushing off a tear from the corners of their eye that Kanan realizes they have cried.
But she soothes it away — she always does. With a kiss to the corner of their mouth that feels way too chaste and innocent to be silencing their desperate sob.
But it works. It always works. Enough for Kanan to slump back against her headboard, head thumping against the wall, soothed by more presses of her mouth against his neck, the hollow at the base of their throat, tongue following the fading swirling ink of their skin. They can feel her fingers tangling and tracing the cord of the dogtags against his heaving chest and Kanan breathes out, certain they could sleep in that very moment.
Sarah lifts herself and goes down again, so suddenly Kanan winces, half pained surprise and half abrupt pleasure.
They are reminded with a painful throb inside her they haven't had their release yet.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighs, smug even when her tone breaks at the end. The hands at Kanan's chest are suddenly on their neck.
“I am not done yet.”