[With infinite tenderness he laps up the milk spilled from the breast he hasn't suckled yet, savoring each sweet bead as he used to savor each moment spent with Alina. As he still does, except those moments are fewer and farther between now, and bitter more often than sweet. Like this one, where they're cracked open to reveal their softest parts and there is no salvation from it, there is no healing, there is only this endless rawness.]
I know. [For the moment, he rests his forehead against her breastbone. Breathes in her skin.] I'm sorry too.
[Shifting their bodies as one unit, Nikolai sits and and scoops her into his lap. With her straddling him like this, her tits sit within easy reach of his mouth, ripe fruits ready to burst, begging to be tasted. He resumes his strangely solemn work, massaging her aching breasts, latching onto the nipple he hasn't tried yet. As he relieves her, his hand trails down her stomach, mourning the flatness of it. His fingers dip between her legs to linger with light strokes over the heat of her entrance — warm and wet even through her panties.]
Is this okay...?
[Doing this even though they're not together anymore. Taking what they will have to give back.]
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I know. [For the moment, he rests his forehead against her breastbone. Breathes in her skin.] I'm sorry too.
[Shifting their bodies as one unit, Nikolai sits and and scoops her into his lap. With her straddling him like this, her tits sit within easy reach of his mouth, ripe fruits ready to burst, begging to be tasted. He resumes his strangely solemn work, massaging her aching breasts, latching onto the nipple he hasn't tried yet. As he relieves her, his hand trails down her stomach, mourning the flatness of it. His fingers dip between her legs to linger with light strokes over the heat of her entrance — warm and wet even through her panties.]
Is this okay...?
[Doing this even though they're not together anymore. Taking what they will have to give back.]