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Date: 2025-01-01 06:34 am (UTC)
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She almost worried his hand might smash through the wall for how animalistic the sounds he made were. Half expected him to turn into a feral beast and rip the bed to shreds.

Would be pretty hot if he did, not going to lie.

Night Sky fucked him through his orgasm, chasing her own high with the sensation of the toy rolling through her. If she had cum to release, she would have gladly filled him up. Instead, the erratic shake of her hips and the shuddering orgasm she had above him would have to suffice, her body nearly collapsing atop him when she was through. She did not mind the mess.

"Fuck, baby. You're incredible."

Date: 2025-01-01 06:44 am (UTC)
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"Team effort." She laughed as she nestled into his embrace, shifting her hips to ease the toy out of him with a groan. "Mmm. I hope you don't."

Date: 2025-01-01 06:58 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wildwarden
Night Sky sighed contentedly. "Mmm. I'd happily marry you too, Halsin." She replied, half dazed in that post-coital bliss. "I told you before, you feel like home."

Date: 2025-01-01 07:10 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wildwarden
Her eyes opened slowly. Night Sky had clearly been intending to fall asleep right then and there — worry about her strap and the clean up later — but he was clearly shifting, holding up a ring.

What?

"Huh?" It took her brain a few seconds longer to fully register the conversation and what she was looking at, and when she did, Night Sky shot up, eyes wide. Suddenly, wide awake.

"Oh my gods! Halsin—" She looked to him, the ring, then back again. "Are you... is this for real?"

Date: 2025-01-01 05:12 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wildwarden
Tears welled in her eyes, her lip trembled. Time wasn't even a factor for her — her memory so terrible six days, six months, or six years all felt like the same damn thing sometimes. She felt like she had known him forever.

"Halsin!" She cried and shoved herself into him, arms around his neck, lips quivering when she pressed them against his — then against his cheeks, his nose, his chin and forehead. "I love you so much, my heart. Yes. Yes yes yes."

Date: 2025-01-02 12:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wildwarden
Her hands were shaking, but she managed to still the trembling just long enough for him to slide the ring onto her finger.

"It's so beautiful. I can't believe you did this for me..."

Date: 2025-01-02 02:13 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wildwarden
"Halsin..." She sniffled and turned her hand to admire the ring on her finger. Then, because she couldn't think of anything else to do while so absurdly, happy, she tackled him again, scrambling into his lap and smooshing their cheeks together. "Thank you for loving me, you beautiful man. Ahhh!" She squealed and fell back, curly hair fanned across the pillows and her arm raised to stare at the ring again. "I love it. I love you. I'm so happy I think I'm going to explode."

Date: 2025-01-03 09:17 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wildwarden
She sighed as she sank into the bed, admiring the ring on her finger for a few moments longer before she looked up to Halsin again, arms extended. "Come here, my heart."

Date: 2025-01-03 09:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wildwarden
She dropped her arms down, resting one atop his head and the other splaying fingers between his shoulder blades. "Thank you, Halsin. You're too good to me."

Date: 2025-01-05 09:27 pm (UTC)
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"Oh, please." She huffed. "You are more than good enough. Don't discredit yourself like that."

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