Ben clings to her so tightly that it makes her gasp, but she likes being held by him like this, like this is where she belongs. She wraps her arm around his head as he comes, and the feedback loop of his pleasure through the bond mixes up with her own, building until all he can do is give herself over to it.

She comes with a sharp cry, trembling in his lap as her fingers tighten in his hair, panting against his temple as she swallows hard. Sex can’t always be like this, she thinks. This has to be something else, something befitting a dyad. They were made for each other, made to fit perfectly together. If it felt like this for everyone whole words would halt, she thinks.

“I’m here,” she breathes out, catching the desperate edge to his thoughts as she slides her hand through his hair and across his shoulders, soothing and fond. After he has a moment to compose himself, she rests her fingers under his chin to gently tip his face up enough for him to kiss him, soft and sweet before she nudges her nose against his. “Hi.”