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So what is the best way to wrap up an emotional scene you ask.
Why of course sex. What else.
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The silence between them stretched—tight, fragile, humming.
Enid was still crying, but quieter now. Her shoulders trembled, breath shallow, like she was afraid that if she inhaled too deeply she would shatter completely.
Toji stood there, rigid, jaw clenched, eyes dark and unfocused.
He hated this feeling.
The heat behind his ribs. The ache in his chest. The way her pain felt dangerously close to becoming his.
"Enid," he said lowly, "you don't need to—"
She stepped closer.
Not touching him. Not yet.
Close enough that he could feel her warmth. Close enough that her breath brushed his collarbone when she spoke.
"I know," she whispered. "But I want to."
His breath caught.
No one had ever wanted to stay when he showed them the worst parts. They stayed out of fear. Out of obligation. Out of control.
Never choice.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt—not pulling, not gripping—just holding, like she needed something solid to keep herself upright.
Toji stiffened instantly.
"Enid," he warned, voice rough.
She looked up at him then.
Her eyes were red. Her lashes wet. Her expression open in a way that made his chest tighten painfully.
"I'm not afraid of you," she said quietly.
That did it.
Something in him snapped—not violently, not loudly—but deeply, like a fault line finally giving way.
"You should be," he said, barely audible.
She shook her head, a single, slow movement.
"I see you," she whispered. "And I'm still here."
Her forehead rested against his chest.
Just that.
No more.
No less.
Toji's entire body went still.
Her hair brushed his jaw. Her breathing slowed, syncing unconsciously with his. Her hands stayed fisted in his shirt, knuckles pale.
He didn't move.
Didn't touch.
Didn't push her away.
Minutes passed like that—too long, too intimate, too much.
The kind of closeness that rewires people.
Slowly—carefully—Toji lifted one hand.
He hesitated midair, fingers trembling like they didn't belong to him.
Then, finally, he rested his palm against her upper back.
Not possessive. Not demanding.
Just… present.
Enid inhaled sharply, a soft sound that went straight through him.
"It's okay," she murmured, as if she knew how hard this was for him. "You don't have to do anything."
"I know," he said.
But his hand stayed.
And when she tilted her face up—close enough that he could see the faint freckles across her nose, the tremble in her lips—his breath stalled in his chest.
They didn't kiss.
They didn't need to.
The tension was heavier than any touch.
Toji leaned his forehead against hers.
Their noses almost brushed.
Almost.
"If you step any closer," he said quietly, honestly, "I won't be able to pretend I don't want—"
"I know," she whispered.
And she stayed exactly where she was.
The silence between them stretched—tight, fragile, humming.
Enid was still crying, but quieter now. Her shoulders trembled, breath shallow, like she was afraid that if she inhaled too deeply she would shatter completely.
Toji stood there, rigid, jaw clenched, eyes dark and unfocused.
He hated this feeling.
The heat behind his ribs. The ache in his chest. The way her pain felt dangerously close to becoming his.
"Enid," he said lowly, "you don't need to—"
She stepped closer.
Not touching him. Not yet.
Close enough that he could feel her warmth. Close enough that her breath brushed his collarbone when she spoke.
"I know," she whispered. "But I want to."
His breath caught.
No one had ever wanted to stay when he showed them the worst parts. They stayed out of fear. Out of obligation. Out of control.
Never choice.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt—not pulling, not gripping—just holding, like she needed something solid to keep herself upright.
Toji stiffened instantly.
"Enid," he warned, voice rough.
She looked up at him then.
Her eyes were red. Her lashes wet. Her expression open in a way that made his chest tighten painfully.
"I'm not afraid of you," she said quietly.
That did it.
Something in him snapped—not violently, not loudly—but deeply, like a fault line finally giving way.
"You should be," he said, barely audible.
She shook her head, a single, slow movement.
"I see you," she whispered. "And I'm still here."
Her forehead rested against his chest.
Just that.
No more.
No less.
Toji's entire body went still.
Her hair brushed his jaw. Her breathing slowed, syncing unconsciously with his. Her hands stayed fisted in his shirt, knuckles pale.
He didn't move.
Didn't touch.
Didn't push her away.
Minutes passed like that—too long, too intimate, too much.
The kind of closeness that rewires people.
Slowly—carefully—Toji lifted one hand.
He hesitated midair, fingers trembling like they didn't belong to him.
Then, finally, he rested his palm against her upper back.
Not possessive. Not demanding.
Just… present.
Enid inhaled sharply, a soft sound that went straight through him.
"It's okay," she murmured, as if she knew how hard this was for him. "You don't have to do anything."
"I know," he said.
But his hand stayed.
And when she tilted her face up—close enough that he could see the faint freckles across her nose, the tremble in her lips—his breath stalled in his chest.
They didn't kiss.
They didn't need to.
The tension was heavier than any touch.
Toji leaned his forehead against hers.
Their noses almost brushed.
Almost.
"If you step any closer," he said quietly, honestly, "I won't be able to pretend I don't want—"
"I know," she whispered.
And she stayed exactly where she was.
The dam broke then—not with a crash, but with a slow, inevitable flood. Enid's hands slid up his back, under his shirt, palms warm and steady against the scarred ridges of his skin.
She traced them like maps, like stories she wanted to learn by heart. Toji's breath shuddered out of him, ragged, and he crushed her closer, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that tasted like salt and surrender.
It wasn't gentle. It couldn't be. Not after the silence, the ache, the years of walls he'd built around himself.
His lips moved against hers with a desperation that bordered on pain—teeth grazing, tongues tangling, breaths stolen and shared until they were both gasping.
Enid whimpered into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders, pulling him down as if she could fuse them together.
"Toji," she breathed, breaking away just enough to speak, her voice wrecked and raw. "I need you. All of you."
He didn't answer with words. His hands were already moving, rough but reverent, shoving her shirt up over her head in one swift motion. No bra underneath—just soft, flushed skin, nipples hardening in the cool air.
He stared for a heartbeat, eyes dark and hungry, like he was seeing her for the first time. Then his mouth was on her, hot and insistent, sucking one peak between his lips while his thumb rolled the other.
Enid arched into him with a cry, her head falling back against the wall.
The sound went straight to his cock, already straining hard against his pants, throbbing with the need to bury himself inside her.
But he took his time—god, he made it last—switching sides, tongue swirling slow circles until she was shaking, her thighs pressing together to ease the ache building between them.
"Please," she whispered, fingers fumbling at his belt. "I can't wait anymore."
Toji caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one big hand. The other slid down her body, over the curve of her hip, dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts.
No panties just like how he told her.
Just slick, heated flesh. His fingers found her pussy already dripping, folds swollen and ready. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through both of them.
"Fuck, Enid," he rasped, circling her clit with his thumb while one thick finger teased her entrance. "You're so wet for me. Been thinking about this?"
She nodded frantically, hips rocking into his hand. "Yes. God, yes. Always."
He pushed the finger inside her slow, letting her feel every inch, curling it just right to hit that spot that made her knees buckle.
Enid moaned, loud and unashamed, her body clenching around him like a vice. He added a second finger, stretching her, pumping in and out with deliberate strokes while his thumb kept up the pressure on her clit.
The rhythm built—slow at first, then faster, wet sounds filling the room as she rode his hand.
Toji watched her face the whole time, memorizing every gasp, every flutter of her eyelids.
This wasn't just sex. This was him unraveling her, piece by piece, and letting her do the same to him.
When she came the first time, it hit her like a wave—body tensing, pussy fluttering wildly around his fingers, a broken sob tearing from her throat.
He didn't stop, He couldn't stop.
just eased her through it with gentle thrusts until she was limp and panting against him.
Only then did he release her wrists, scooping her up in his arms like she weighed nothing.
He carried her to the bed—their bed, now—and laid her down on the rumpled sheets.
Enid reached for him immediately, tugging at his shirt until he stripped it off, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the scars that told stories he rarely shared.
She traced one with her fingertip, then leaned up to kiss it. Toji's breath hitched.
No one had ever done that—kissed his broken parts like they were worth something.
It cracked him open wider, made the heat in his veins burn hotter.
He shoved his pants down, cock springing free—thick, veined, the tip already glistening with precum.
Enid's eyes widened, desire flaring bright as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking slow and firm.
He groaned, hips thrusting into her grip, but he pulled away before he lost control.
"Not yet," he murmured, settling between her thighs.
He hooked her legs over his hips, lining himself up with her entrance.
The head of his dick nudged her slick folds, teasing, sliding up to bump her clit before pressing just inside.
Enid whimpered, nails scraping his back. "Toji, please—"
He sank into her in one long, deep thrust, filling her completely.
They both cried out—her from the stretch, the perfect burn; him from the tight, wet heat gripping him like she was made for this.
For him.
He stayed still for a moment, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to hers. Their breaths mingled, hearts pounding in sync.
This was it—the point of no return. Not just bodies joining, but everything else: the fears, the vulnerabilities, the unspoken promises.
Then he started to move.
Slow at first—long, dragging strokes that let her feel every ridge, every vein.
Enid's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her moans growing louder with each thrust.
He picked up the pace, hips snapping harder, the bed creaking under them as he fucked into her relentlessly.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, one hand bracing beside her head, the other sliding between them to rub her clit in tight circles.
"This pussy's mine now. All mine."
Enid nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks—not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity, the way he was claiming her soul-deep.
"Yours," she gasped. "All yours."
He shifted angles, hitting deeper, and she shattered again—pussy clenching around his cock like a fist, milking him as she came hard. The sensation pushed him over the edge; Toji thrust once, twice, then buried himself deep with a guttural roar, spilling hot and thick inside her, hips jerking through every pulse.
They collapsed together, tangled and spent, his weight pressing her into the mattress in the best way. For long minutes, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the occasional aftershock making her twitch around him.
Toji rolled them so she was draped over his chest, still joined, his arms locking around her like he'd never let go. He pressed a kiss to her sweat-damp forehead, then her lips—soft now, tender.
"I love you," he whispered, the words raw and real, hanging in the air like a vow.
Enid lifted her head, eyes shining. "I love you too."
And in that moment, with their bodies still humming from the storm they'd just survived, Toji knew this wasn't an end.
It was the beginning—of trust, of healing, of a life where being held back felt like freedom.
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