Serene, Tranquil. Violent, Hurtful.

He pressed her head to his, kissing her sweetly. She hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she straddled him. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth, taking his tongue willingly. 

They finally broke away to breathe, lips swollen and flushed, eyes not tearing away. She rocked back slightly, unclipping her chest armor. The metal plates fell to the ground with loud clinks, and goosebumps appeared on her arms as she was left in her undershirt. He whistled softly, moving his arms down to trace her chest. Not quite touching the front, not quite sticking to the back. "You don't have to avoid them, love," she invited, taking one of his hands and guiding it to the front, letting him cup the tit there.

He exhaled, squeezing it gently. Yetta closed her eyes, humming again. She pressed forward, into his hand. He let go, finding the seam of her shirt, and pulling it over her head. Her nipples poked through the thin sports bra, one that she'd taken the pads out of. She'd said she hated the way she could never get them to fit her right. Right now, he was glad she had, fighting to pull the bra over her head.

Yetta helped out, removing her arms from around his neck. The skin there was paler, a shade neither of them minded being made purple as he slotted his mouth over it, sucking and biting gently.

She fiddled with the scales on his arms, tugging slightly. He pulled away, licking the more recent mark he'd made. "You want this off?"

"Yes," she breathed. He chuckled, sitting straighter so he could remove his armor. Her hands didn't even waste a second before sliding over his chest, feeling his heart under her palms. He hummed softly before diving back in, twisting the nipple that wasn't covered by his mouth.

"How far do you want to go?" he murmured against her skin.

"All the way?" she offered. He nodded against her skin, laying her completely down on the cold floor. Her back arched in shock, and he bit his lip. "Cold," she complained. 

"Here." He picked her up again, sliding her undershirt down under her. "A barrier."

As she nodded, he set to work tugging off her leggings, kissing her thighs, feeling the muscles flex under him. Crow bit down gently, trailing bites and kisses down to her knees, before he tentatively licked at her slit, still covered. Yetta whimpered above him, wrapping her leg around his shoulder.

"Is this fine?" he asked, eyeing her for any hints of hesitation. She nodded, throwing her arm over her eyes. "I need words, love."

"Fuck yes."

Crow growled softly at the rasp in her voice, grabbing her discarded knife and slipping it under the band of her underwear, slicing it off. "Hope you weren't too attached to that pair," he whispered softly, raising himself up as one hand found its way to her clit, circling it. Not quite touching it, not quite avoiding it. She groaned, rocking her hips up into his hand, silently begging for more touches. 

He huffed softly, kissing her again, as his finger moved from the bundle of nerves to the hole just under it. He slipped it inside, drinking her soft moans and whimpers like it was the finest of wines. After pumping it in and out a few times, he added another finger, stretching her. 

She groaned, impatient. Her hips rocked in time with the thrusts, but she wanted more. "Please," she whispered.

"Please what?" he mumbled back, kissing under her ears. "Beg for it."

"Fuck me."

And just like that, a switch was flipped in him. It wasn't begging, not by a long shot. But it was enough to make Crow pull his fingers out agonizingly slow, licking them clean, as his other hand fumbled with his belt. Yetta bat it away, slipping it off easily. His hand suddenly held hers there, warmly. "Last chance to back out," he told her. He didn't mean it, of course. She could back out at any second, and she knew she could. 

Her legs spread, and her fingers undid his fly, taking his cock into her hand. Yetta gave it a few experimental strokes, listening to Crow above her groan. It twitched in her hand, and with an anxious look, she let go. Rip the bandaid off, she reminded herself. "Fuck me."

He groaned softly, pinning her down. A hand guided his dick in between her folds, running it up and down to test the waters. At her nod, he pushed in, both of them groaning softly. Her wet warmth enveloped him, wrapping around him.

She felt full. Not the kind of full that food gave you, but like a missing piece in the puzzle had slotted into place. Her legs wrapped around his back as he bottomed out, the vanguard panting softly. The two of them waited for a minute, letting themselves adjust. 

Yetta nodded again, meeting his eyes. Crow nodded back, pulling out slowly and thrusting back in. And again. Then again.

Her eyes screwed themselves shut, soft moans leaving her lips. Her hands tangled themselves into his hair, pulling it out of the neat bun he kept it in. He groaned against her neck, hands finding their way to her shoulders, pinning her down once more. "More…"

"Patience," he murmured against her mouth, but he sped up, thrusting harder into her. "You're doing so good for me."

"Yeah?" she breathed, nails digging into his back as he angled himself right. A choked moan left her, her eyes rolling back. Crow paused for a minute, before angling for that spot, and that spot only. "Shit- Crow-!"

"You ok?" He brushed hair away from her face, his thrusts stuttering as he got closer. "I'm close," he mumbled. 

"Please…please! I am too, just- please!"

"Want me to-?"

"Stay in." 

Crow nodded, letting their climaxes wash over them. He rocked into her through it, slowing down.

The two of them looked at each other, panting softly. Cold was setting back in, fast. But Yetta just pulled Crow more into her, as he pulled out slowly. He rolled them both over to the side, tangling their legs together. "Happy Dawning," he said, breathlessly.

Yetta blinked at him slowly, exhausted. Finally, she smiled, and burrowed into his chest. "Happy Dawning, my love."