By the Banks of the Tisa

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The river is quiet as is the land around them, hidden under the quiet of Winter as Demeter brings Attila through holding a picnic basket,

"Welcome home."

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[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

This is good so Attila takes his time. Even so there comes a time when his head is spinning with desire and he moves again, fitting his still lean hips into the curve of hers.

He takes a moment, reaching between them to fondle and guide, to look into her eyes, begging permission.

It only seems polite.

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Demeter smiles and kisses him as she thrusts upward, fitting him inside of her.

[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

With a groan of gratitude Attila let's himself down and falls into the old slow rhythm.

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Though Demeter shifts within it, so that perhaps he maybe surprised since she finds such pleasure in teaching and enjoying her lovers.

[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

All women are different. Attila would expect some guidance to find the best possible thing for them both.

Once comfortable he shifts his weight onto one elbow again and roams his hand, not always into expected places, stroking behind her knee or around the curl of her ear.

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Which brings a surprised laugh as he finds a spot that tickles and the air is full of ripeness.

[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

That feels so good he does it again, and chuckles quietly before lowering his head to run his lips up her neck, beard brushing.

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Demeter will make no complaintss since this is lovely.

[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

So it is.

So it is indeed.

Attila chuckles again, holds her close and decides to see how long he can make it last.

Here's hoping he hasn't lost the knack.