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Every moment with him was precious, but the ones she cherished the most were the nights they spent in each other's arms. It wasn't the sex, or at least, it wasn't only the sex. It was the trust in his eyes, bright enough to be clearly visible in the soft shine of the candles on her night stand. Diana knew she barely deserved it, not after everything she did wrong while trying to make it right, but he didn't care. She was the only one he ever trusted, and he gladly showed her that he meant it every single night.
They often stayed awake long after they were both satisfied and exhausted, unwilling to let go of a moment that would've been unimaginable only a year ago. After all those decades they'd wasted, they didn't want to let one moment pass without living it to the fullest. Gentle caresses and whispered promises of a future and a forever they both knew they couldn't promise, not in their line of work. It didn't matter. The bond they had forged all those years ago was unbreakable, and they would make it work somehow. They had always made it work in the past.
He wouldn't let go of her, kept holding her in his arms all night long, even when they both drifted off to sleep eventually.
She'd never expected him to be so gentle, so full of love, so insatiably craving her touch; but after twenty years of longing, she was just the same, and after twenty years of calling the shots, she gladly allowed him to take over when they were alone.
It'd started with his hands on her hips, setting the pace while she was riding him, pulling her closer and keeping her in place when his rhythm took over.
They both were curious what it would feel like for him to be in charge, for her to be at his mercy, if only just in play. It was better than they'd both expected, when his hands kept her in place not while she was riding him, but while she was bent over his knee. He hadn't dared to actually follow through, the first time he held her like this, but the feather-light caresses of his fingers felt too good for her to be disappointed over the spanking that didn't happen in the end. She came harder than ever before.
He learned how to handle her soon enough, and she learned to relax under his skilful hands. How she had ever lived without this, she couldn't fathom.
The one thing that hadn't changed was that he still held her in his arms afterwards, when she was satisfied and exhausted and delightfully sore; both of them unwilling to let go of a moment that would've been unimaginable only a few short weeks ago. The trust in his eyes was brighter than before in the soft shine of the candles on her night stand, and Diana hoped that she finally deserved it.