Mabel watched him discard of the rest of his shirt and undershirt, her eyes dragging along the edge of his frame that had become so clear in the moonlight. The hunger that had possessed her curled even tighter in her ribcage, travelling further and further down until it was coiled and simmering. Even as he prompted her to shift her weight onto her knees, the sensation grew even more voracious.

Her mouth was ready to catch his when he came back, muttering to her, instructing her for whenever she was ready. Any glimpse back at yesterday - at last night should have told her that she wasn't, that she had only barely learned what this experience was; it was certainly drastically different than what she had envisioned as her first time. But Dory's presence seemed to embolden her, shoving her lack of knowledge aside for the knowledge that he would take care of her, that he wouldn't let anything bad happen. Perhaps that was why Mabel felt so ready. Dory had always been the one. From the moment they'd met on their first case she knew trust was something that would come easy for her to bestow in someone like Dory. "Alright," she breathed, her hand moving down his arm to guide it up and rest his palm at the center of her back. She would be ready as long as he was there.

And yet she couldn't have been ready.

Mabel gave a gasp of shock, her eyes fluttering closed as the pain bit at her center. Still, even as she gave another gasp of pain, there was something else that was clawing its way to the surface as she sank further down, deeper into the warmth that was calling her from the depths. It was as if he had taken a thin golden cord and had laced it throughout her entire body, pulling her taut, warm and humming for more. Mabel felt herself rise once again, her gaze meeting Dory's, dark and hungry.

There was....a curiosity in her expression as she looked at him; he was striking, and a smile tugged at her her lips as she took him in. Anticipation simmering beneath the surface, she felt herself shift, if only to see his reaction once more, wanting to hear his response.

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Perhaps it was the locale or the sheer insanity of the evening, but this had quickly become the most erotic experience of Dory's life. There had been other experiences that were significant in their own rights — exotic, sensual and intimate ones — however none had ever felt as primal as this. Maple might as well have become a veela for the raptured focus Dory now had on her. The rest of the world faded into oblivion until all that remained was the feel of her and her silhouette magnified by the moonlight.

Dory mouthed along her jaw to her collarbone and as far south as he could manage without disrupting her torturously slow movement. The slight shift of her hips had him groaning into the side of her neck, his teeth biting down hard enough to leave a light mark. Merlin, they were only seconds in and already he was having to resist spilling inside her. (Distantly, Dory wondered if this lent any credence to the "high value" of virgins or if it'd simply been too long since he last felt relief. For all his talk and bravado, he hadn't been with a great many virgins and those who he had were uncomfortably tight and dry. Perhaps Maple hadn't been a virgin after all? She certainly seemed to know what she was doing by his standards.)

As a final measure of restraint, Dory leaned back onto his elbows to allow her more space. Another two seconds would've seen him attempting to guide her pace or nudging things further along. He wanted her to have full control, at least for this first time.

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His kisses flitting along the skin of her jawline might as well have been a brush of silk. She tilted her chin up to give him more room, her hand coming up once more to lace into his hair. The small pinch of pain at the base of her throat saw her release a whimper, her chest drawing upwards into him. The feeling of him, his fill and the warmth of his body pressing into hers as she surrendered against him was...exquisite. Her mind chanted to her, wanting more and wanting to hold him even closer.

But then he broke away, and Mabel almost gave a wail of despair; where had he gone? In the shadows of the forest, she could see him adjusting — felt him adjusting, and she almost melted once more — leaning back, his gaze on her as if he was hypnotized. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, her mouth partially open in a small 'o' as her brain struggled to regain control. What did he want her to do? In this brief pause, she registered the pounding of her heart against her chest, fluttering quickly and erratically. The world was a daze, spinning vibrantly.

"Dory?" She asked, her voice small; inquisitive. Pinned under his stare she felt the threads of self-consciousness slowly weave themselves back together. What do you want? His voice echoed in her head, reverberating, plucking at that golden thread he'd strung throughout her limbs, reaching depths she hadn't known he could touch. Her answer remained the same. Him. Her voice broke through her trance, though she still felt a dizzying need to feel something more, as if she were reaching for something just beyond her fingertips. "Dory, help me..." She pleaded, reaching out to him. There was no reason she couldn't move towards him, was there?

Slowly Mabel lifted herself again, only this time she was keenly aware of the sensations it stirred in her, and she stiffened as her breath hitched in her throat. Oh... She stared at Dory, bewildered and confused and slowly feeling the strands of her introspection break again as she gave into this new sensation.

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