( contrarily, it's the slower, steadier build of rhythm between them that means when petrana does lose her breath to it and tense beneath marcus, her toes curling against julius's thigh and the breath that she wasn't aware of holding gasped to the ceiling, it takes her off-guard. in one moment she's teetering on that precipice, impatient, and then she's halfway over it before she's realised it's going to happen. the muscles in her abdomen tighten almost uncomfortably as she strains, abruptly hyper-sensitive and flinging the hand that had been on marcus's arm behind herself, curling fingers white-knuckled into the bedding.
so that works, actuallyβshe says something half-coherent in what sounds like and is not orlesian, which julius at least knows her in these moments well enough to probably guess is a very obvious instruction that marcus will probably follow whether he particularly recognises it or not,
though it is some effort on her part to open her eyes again to look at him. effort that she makes, determined, teeth in her own lip and fingers still in the sheets. )
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so that works, actuallyβshe says something half-coherent in what sounds like and is not orlesian, which julius at least knows her in these moments well enough to probably guess is a very obvious instruction that marcus will probably follow whether he particularly recognises it or not,
though it is some effort on her part to open her eyes again to look at him. effort that she makes, determined, teeth in her own lip and fingers still in the sheets. )