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[ And then he chuckles a little more because why Regina isn't shy about expressing her wants, she generally does so with a bit more eloquence. A good thing he's not the blackmailing sort. ]

Turn around, tuck your back to my chest. Let me help you and then I promise you can sleep more.

[ He doesn't mention that help will include food, maybe a shower to help keep her muscles limber, and as much activity as he can coax her into before she either passes out on him or bodily throws him out the door. To that end, his hands slide soothingly over her and nudge her gently to help turn her around. She really does look comfortable and he does dislike disturbing her, but sleeping for days won't be good for her either. ]

[Regina turns at his insistence, when his hands start pushing gently against her. Tucking herself against his chest, she finds a comfortable spot for her head and lets out a soft breath.]

Nap with me.

[She tips her head back, a slight smile on her face, and nuzzles against his cheek.]

Food later.

Mhmm, and then when later is here, you'll ask for more later.

[ Laughter sounds gently in his words and Sephiroth nuzzles just behind her ear. Then he kisses her cheek. One arm tucks under her head the other seeking out her hand again. Gently, he drags the tips of his nails against the back of her hand, a quiet, promising touch. ]

Do this for me and I'll nap with you as long you like [ he pauses with a grin. ] but only after.

[ Okay, he probably won't nap because he isn't much of a 'napper', but he can lay quietly with a book while she sleeps. ]

The only thing you need to do is let me take care of you for a little while and then you can go back to dreaming about gods raiding your drawers.

Ordrell got in my drawers once a few years ago, and - oh.

[Her sleepy words cut off with a moan, her body twisting as he strokes lightly down the back of her hand. The touch feels like liquid heat, not quite like being stroked on her breasts or her sex but almost as good. Just as sweet.

Back arching, her ass grinding against his hips, she lets out another soft keen of delight.

Were they arguing about something? She can't remember.]

You'll have to tell me that story sometime.

[ So, gods of Mokosh apparently do raid drawers. Something to keep in mind. For later. Sephiroth smiles softly against her cheek, shifting enough to offer a kiss that is sweet like the moan she gives to him. It's slow and lingering like his touch.

Sephiroth's larger hand rubs flat along the back of hers. Many a times Regina has given him her power (many door knobs and tables suffered in the beginning) and now he offers his to her in return through touch and kiss alike. Curving the tips of his longer fingers over hers, he presses gently, turning his hand until he drag them all the way down to her palm. ]

[Sometime that isn't now, because she can't focus on words while his fingers are rubbing against her palm. A gasp escapes her, another moan, and she turns her face to kiss him back. She doesn't have the energy to do much more than this, but the arousal building inside her is feeding strength into lethargic limbs.

Her tongue flicks lightly against his lips, her body arching again as his fingers drag across her palm. Muscles in her stomach and legs tighten, arousal tingling between her legs.

This is better than a nap, really.]

[ Nor does she need to do more than this. The softness of her lips and the tiny noises that she makes are more than enough reward for him. So his kisses remain soft and slightly teasing as he strokes her tongue with his own.

While he didn't expect his vow to be her sword and shield to necessarily include sex, further reading and conversations with certain blunt speaking gods has made it clear that sex is a part of the equation. Note: he's not complaining at all.

And if what she needs right now is slow and light, then he'll willingly give it. His finger rub her palm, each passes firming and lengthening not unlike how he moves inside of her when they aren't in a furious rush to subsume each other in pleasure. ]

Keep making those sounds and I might keep you here for other activities than napping.

[ He's only half joking. ]

[His kisses swallow her moans, each growing longer and and needier with every pass of his fingers over her skin. It's a strange sensation, the arousal more in her head than in her body, but that doesn't make it any less real. If anything, it's more real like this. More vibrant and bright.

Regina kicks at the blankets, suddenly too hot, and when she's thrown them mostly off their bodies, she presses back against Sephiroth with a keening sound. Breaking their kiss, panting, her hips roll forward and - and meet nothing.

A strangled sound catches in her throat.] Sephiroth. [A dark flush spread across her cheeks, disappearing into the collar of the shirt she wears (his) and the over-sized pants (Zack's). No one has bothered teasing her like this before, and it's shocking how close she is to coming just from the massage alone.]

[ The blankets he more or less ignores; they're really not important. He'd guessed she might be wearing one of his shirts just from the color and size of what he could see, but to see Zack's pants on her as well, makes him smile. His nose traces her cheek as he drags the heel of his hand slowly along hers with their fingers clasped.

He'd known her hands were sensitive and now he wonders just how much.

This seems like a good time to find out. Rolling his hips against her ass, he drags his thumb against the palm of her hand and his fingers along the back, all the way up to the tips of hers. ]

You could bring a building full of people to their knees with the way you look right now.

[ And he doesn't mean for her station in Eros. ]

[Very sensitive. Exceptionally sensitive. Especially with how he's touching her. It's the difference between accidentally rubbing your breasts against someone's back when you pass by them and someone actively stroking them. The divide is entirely in her head, of course, but that doesn't change the truth of it.

Regina whimpers softly, pressing back against him, her lips parted on a moan of his name.

The soft strokes of his fingers over hers make electricity dance along her nerves. The press of his thumb against her palm makes her cry out, makes fire burn inside her. Her body clenches, leaving her feeling empty and so very needy. There's a faint glow to her skin - but it is faint, nothing like the way it was before the day of the dead.

She arches, twisting and gasping as his fingers play against her palm. Her mind conjures images of him inside her, made more real by the fact that he's hot against her back and the smell of his skin - leather and magic and fire - washes over her with each breath.

Another cry escapes her, and her free hand grabs at his arm under her head. Her body goes rigid as pleasure surges through her, a wild, electric current as she comes. The power that washes into him is no less than it has been in the past, but the feel of it is slightly different, as if she's tugging back on him as much as she's pushing into him, too. And through it, she presses back against him, gasping his name, keening it like a prayer.]

Is she? I didn't know. We've never s-spoken at length.

[She makes a thoughtful noise.]

There are m-many gods here, too, tens of thousands. But aside from giving them our obeisance, we t-treat them m-much like we would anyone else. If she hasn't asked you to change your behavior, why should you?

... have you ever met a god who really wanted to help, and for people to be able to put their trust in them... who got really nervous about the fact that they weren't up to the task?

It's... strange, and it's amazing to see what she's like when someone trusts her. [And performs sex rituals to boost her power more, but Sam's not mentioning that. That's all just part of "Worship."]

N-not nervous, no. But all of my gods have been gods for thousands of years. She sounds lovely, Samantha. I'm glad you've found someone to believe in here.

Don't mistake me. I... acknowledge your gods, and my own as well. I'm pagan. It... was just a struggle with whether it was disloyal to treat with others here.

But... yes. I do believe in her.

[Her smile is in her voice.] I'm glad for you. That you've found some happiness here.

...thank you. [She sighed.] I guess... I just want others to see what I see.

We all find our happiness in different ways, but I'll t-try to get to know her, too.

...thanks. I don't expect people to just 'accept.' You have your own gods. It's just, that it would be nice if there weren't so few that saw.

It's difficult, I think, because we're all t-trapped here by the Maeve. Seeing past their power isn't easy.

Hope... is a dangerous commodity. It is too easy to dash away. Too easy to lose.

It's funny. When I first started come out of my room to meet all of you, I had no hope. I thought it was dangerous. My gods give me strength, and I trust them, but all of you gave me hope.

[ Well. He'd expected her pleasure. In fact that was the point. What Sephiroth had not expected was for it be enough to send her into orgasmic bliss. Surprise colors his expression, stuttering his motions for a moment. In the next he's holding her closer, letting Regina writhe and strain against his body with a tiny moan slinking free of him. The freedom of her pleasure purely intoxicating. Sephiroth strokes her hand and fingers through it, wanting to give as much to her as he can.

Then his breathe catches in his throat not from the surge of her power, but how it tugs back on him. He wasn't sure what form it might take when she pulled from him. But he does not resist it in the least, Sephiroth murmurs sweet words against her ear and submits all of the bliss and contentment she's inspired him.

Curling her hand in his, his motions slow and Sephiroth wraps both arms securely around her. ]

You are always a good surprise.

fsmall>[A keening sound escapes her as she settles, the pleasure finally ebbing even though his fingers are still on hers. Still stroking. Still touching. He draws her close, and Regina tucks herself against him for just a moment.

Then she rolls toward him, vibrantly awake, smiling broadly.

Energy courses through her. She no longer feels sleepy or sluggish or even remotely tired. On the contrary, she's suddenly very interested in food. The last time she ate seems ages away. And she wants to - to do something. To move.]

Thank you for helping me wake up. [Her fingers smooth over his chest.] You promised me food, didn't you? [Her fingers walk down his chest, a wicked look in her eyes.] I know exactly what I want.

[ The change from sleep to wide awake is rather abrupt, but this at least he expects. Brushing her hair back out of her face, he grins. ]

I did. Would rather something be brought up or go out?

[ It would do her good to move around, but he's still unsure how easily she might tire. As loathe as he is too moves, Sephiroth does being to stir, but not before kissing the tip of her nose.]

[Drawing back, she sits and gathers her hair at the nape of her neck in a sloppy bun.]

The city. I want to go into the city. [A beat.] My city.

[Regina climbs over him, slipping out of the bed, and strips as she goes, making her way to her closet.]

I'm tired of Evelyn taking what's mine from me. There's a lovely restaurant off the Shining Boulevard. We'll go there.

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