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[drivethru]

[ saber's focus drifts absentmindedly to the swollen parting of Shirou's lips as his breath fogs warm against her skin. this closeness... it's something so foreign for the little king and yet, somehow it feels so natural when she's with him. the affectionate drag of his fingers as they gently map the dips and curves of her lower back coaxes a pleasured sigh from her as she noses against his cheek.

these feelings.... she doesn't know what to do with them outside of embracing him like this.

they're still winding down from that initial high, still catching their breaths. every little shift between them, every tiny caress feels so much more intense, more raw. her body practically hums with renewed energy, the soreness in her muscles gradually receding as her body soaks up the mana he's so generously bestowed her with. it feels akin to lying in an open field in the middle of summer, soaking up the warm rays of sunshine on her bare skin.

she can't help but grin wickedly at his words, breath hitching as she feels him throbbing and threatening to harden while still buried deep inside. ]

So soon?

[ her eyes follow the path his hand takes with aroused interest, her own fingers twining playfully through his ginger locks. ]

Ahh. Very... [ sensitive, that is. his touch is so close and yet still shy of where she's craving it most. ]

[traceon]

[ If neither one of them could put words behind these feelings, than perhaps it was best that they remain sheathed for now. For Saber, it was a foreign yet natural progression for her, finding her Master someone who would indulge her greed. For Emiya Shirou, it was a feeling in his heart that would never be snuffed out, even if the rest of his body became a machine. A fleck of his heart would always beat for a memory of her. Preserve that and carry it with him long after his mortal body had expired. A memory that carries him into this new life in Shinjuku, where his King is his comfort and console.

And he can leave her fulfilled as many times as she sees fit. Her Master may be inadequate when compared to more proficient magi, and the quality in flow of his circuits was still a heavy work in progress, but what he had to give more directly?

So rich. So heavy and brimming, so compatible when Saber's wicked grin guiltily rekindles that spark that lights the forge again. How could he not when she'd playfully threaded his auburn hair. ]

Yeah.

[ He drops the pretenses, the metaphors, and shoots straight with her, the hand that'd danced so dangerously close to the junction of her thighs unable to continue flirting either. ]

Saber... [ Ah ah. She's right here in front of you. ] You feel so damn good.

[ So much that despite the warm mess he's made of her insides, any notion of going soft flies right out the window as his girth gives a pronounced lurch with an insistent roll of his hips up into her. Right as his palm splays over her lower abdomen, his thumb tracing her little throbbing clit. ]