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[doctormagnus]

She's still not entirely certain how ghoul-hunting in an allegedly haunted Vermont city got them crammed into the back of a cab in New York City with a driver who reeks of marijuana and cheetos and has horrible taste in music, but... here they are.

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[w_zimmerman]

Will sighs happily, kissing and nuzzling and whispering against her lips, "You don't know how happy I am right now..."

[doctormagnus]

She giggles against his lips and reaches down to unbelt his robe and slide her hand inside. "I think I'm developing a decent understanding."

[w_zimmerman]

Groaning softly, he arches into her touch, smiling and wetting his lips.

"I never dreamed we'd actually be here, like this some day. Thank you, Magnus..."

[doctormagnus]

"No?" She asks, stroking him gently. "I certainly had my fair share of dreams..."

[w_zimmerman]

He groans softly, head falling back and breath coming faster. "Okay, so maybe I dreamed, but I never let myself hope..."

[doctormagnus]

She watches him breathlessly and thinks he's beautiful like this. She lowers her lips to his and trails kisses down to his throat, hand getting gently acquainted with him as she does.

[w_zimmerman]

Will gasps as her mouth finds his throat. He's exceptionally sensitive there, and he twitches in her hand as lips meet skin.

[doctormagnus]

Magnus smiles into his throat and starts gently sucking, wanting to leave her mark where everyone can see.

[w_zimmerman]

"God, Magnus," he groans, nodding eagerly. He's so high he doesn't care if she leaves a mark or not. "Don't ever stop..."

[doctormagnus]

She draws back when the skin bruises, chuckling quietly at how insatiable he is being. She loves every second of it.

"Will," she coos, sliding her hand away from his arousal and upwards to caress his stomach. "Do you have a preference of what happens next?"

Usually, she'd go ahead and take a lover, but Will seems to enjoy communication more than most men she's taken to bed.

[w_zimmerman]

He half-sits, wetting his lips and smiling curiously. "You said you've dreamed about this. Why don't you tell me what you've imagined and then we can decide where to go from here?"

[doctormagnus]

"Quite a few scenarios," she confesses, wetting her lips. "The other day I caught you looking at my legs. You try so hard not to look, it's almost endearing. But that night I dreamt I wrapped them around you so tightly..."

[w_zimmerman]

He groans softly, nodding. "They're so long, and look so strong..."

[doctormagnus]

"Well, you can feel them on either side of your legs while I take you, or you can have them wrapped around your waist while you have me," she rasps. Or they could get creative, but something tells her that that'll take some working up to.

[w_zimmerman]

"Oh, too many decisions," he groans, breath coming faster. "This time... I think I want you on top. I love you when you're powerful..."

[doctormagnus]

That elicits a grin from her, and she eagerly pushes him back against the pillows and climbs on top of him, pressing her legs firmly to either side of his. This is going to be fun.

[w_zimmerman]

He makes a happy noise at her forcefulness, hands coming up to explore her sides and back. "God, you're perfect."

[doctormagnus]

She gives him a hungry, greedy kiss, nails gently dragging across his chest as she slowly slides her warmth against his arousal.

[w_zimmerman]

He groans at that, panting and quivering as he rasps, "Magnus, please..."

[doctormagnus]

She bites his lower lip and reaches between them, grasping his arousal and sinking down onto him with a loud moan.

[w_zimmerman]

"Oh, God," he moans, hands clutching against her back as she slowly surrounds his aching length. "So good. So perfect..."

[doctormagnus]

She pants quietly and slowly rocks up and down his length, stomach swooping pleasantly. "Will," she rasps.

[w_zimmerman]

"Oh! Oh, that's perfect," he moans, burying his face in her throat and hungrily licking and nibbling the heated skin.

[doctormagnus]

She groans, head falling back. This feels absolutely amazing. Panting, she urges him to lie back, braces herself against his chest, and starts rocking more firmly.

[w_zimmerman]

Will lays back, panting and nodding eagerly as her hips move powerfully against him. It feels so good, and he can only cry out incoherently as she carries him higher.