Sage was keenly aware of her hands, her fingers entwining with his. Once she did that, she was actually pinning him down. He had thought he was enjoying just being under her, letting her be the boss, but his nerves went off tingling even more once she had him in a pin. He didn't know if she was even aware of it...it was all pretty natural it seemed like. She didn't really think about it. It seemed like she had stopped worrying about hurting him, and his heart was speeding up even more with the new vigor of her kisses along his neck. His breathing was speeding up too, and while he knew it wouldn't hurt, he hadn't expected her rougher kissing to be so...enjoyable. He tried to bite back a soft groan when she left her first one, though he didn't succeed real well. She would know the small noise wasn't out of anything but good feeling, though...it was hard to take a noise like that the wrong way. His neck was his more sensitive spot... customers had figured that out earlier, so he knew that. Anya would figure it out too, after this.

Anya felt her heart jump as she heard his small groan, letting a smile take over her face as she kissed into him. If anything... it drove her on... she almost set a self goal to hear it again. She wouldn't stop... not until she had made her mark in him and heard his groan one more time. Lord, she needed to get a grip... she never thought she'd actually care about someone as much as this... to the point that she was brave enough to take the lead like she was. Anya wasn't a naturally rough or dominating person... she didn't think so, at least, but this seemed to prove her thoughts wrong. By now, her breathing was going a mile a minute... meaning that stifled whimpers managed to escape her the longer she went without a breath. Her kisses only seemed to get stronger... she had every intention of leaving a mark now, though it had taken a moment to figure out that to actually leave a scar like he wanted, she needed to get her teeth involved... that definitely scared her. So she had ended up covering the poor boy in hickeys. he was going to be blue and purple by the time she was done with him, unless she could get the guts to actually do jt. But he seemed to be enjoying it... the swap from her gentler actions to the rougher. She was glad it hadn't freaked him out to much, and for purposes of testing out the waters, she let herself get even rougher, now trying a little harder to actually leave a permanent mark on him.

Sage recognized the shift between her heasitation and then almost greediness again. Had his tiny little noise done that to her? Or did she just work up the nerve to do it suddenly? He wasn't sure, and by now the rougher nature was making his head swirl so he couldn't get any more thoughts in. He was panting now...gosh, it almost sounded like he had a lung issue, but he and Anya both knew what it really was, that was for sure. He lay there like that for a while, before Anya hit a certain spot even he didn't know about, and he groaned again, louder this time as adrenaline shot through his body. He arched his back slightly, pressing himself harder against her, tightening his fingers around hers. "G...God, Anya," he gasped out, not thinking that something he had hated so much at the tavern could feel so wonderful with Anya. Geez, he'd have to get a hold of himself. He didn't want to scare her into thinking she was hurting him or anything.

Anya's breath had gotten heavier the further she went on, leaving her heart thumping rapidly. This only got worse when his body pressed against hers, harder than before. She felt butterflies rush through her. She could feel his heart going against her chest too... so had he liked that spot? She had barely moved an inch, and yet she had gotten such a big reaction from him... was that a good thing? or was she hurting him? She pressed a slightly gentler kiss to the same spot before sitting back a little and catching her breath again. "Are... are you alright?" She breathed out, letting him take a little more of her weight as she sat up. While she was worried, she had to admit she liked the sound of her name in his mouth. She hadn't wanted to stop... though she forced herself to peel her lips off him until she was sure that he was alright. "Do you need me to stop?" She asked quietly, letting her fingers close around his hands, in hopes that wasn't the case.

Sage shook his head slightly as she sat up, trying to catch his breath. "No, don't stop," he gasped out, then blushed at how that sounded. "You're not hurting me," he assured her, opening his eyes to meet hers. He wanted to keep this up, to do this for as long as they could. He was enjoying this, more and more as time went on. And strangely, the rougher she got, the more he seemed to like it. He had thought it would be the opposite, but no. He enjoyed her gentleness, but when she got rougher he could barely even talk or breathe or do anything really. He hadn't realized he would make any sort of noises, since no one had ever had him responding like this, but at least Anya had seemed to enjoy hearing it instead of getting worried and backing off to much. He wanted her, and hoped that she could continue to be a bit rougher. He was enjoying it. No, that wasn't the right word. He was almost drunk, it seemed like, but drunk on her.

The girl's face flushed slightly redder at how he replied. Did he sound almost... desperate... for her? She still wasn't overly sure what she was doing, but whatever it was, it seemed to be working. She had tried to get a good balance between her normal softness and the roughness that she was showing, but eventually, desire took over, and her slightly rougher movements seemed to have won. It seemed like Sage had liked the rougher side of this, which almost came as a surprise to her... she had assumed he would have preferred a more delicate affair, and that's what she thought she would have preferred too... but from the way he was reacting beneath her, this was so much better. She gave a short smile, softly pulling his hands and guiding them to his waist. She wanted him to hold her tightly, to keep her close to his body as she kissed him. She dropped her straddle a little and was letting her weight lay lightly on his hips before leaning forwards and letting her lips capture his again, just until he had recovered a bit from her finding a sensitive spot. One of her hands slipped behind his neck and the other wandered around his lower abdomen, gently trailing her fingers up to his chest and back down a few times before going back to his neck, straight for that little sensitive spot again, though this time her kisses were a little softer. She decided that was where she was going to leave a mark on him, her own, where it seemed like no one had been before, since she had already left enough of a mark on the others that they'd scar over again.

Sage couldn't move, couldn't talk....Anya seemed like she knew exactly what she was doing, touching him in all the right spots. He was gasping for air, shuddering as she hit his sensitive spot again and again, and closed his eyes once more. If hitting him there wasn't enough, she'd lowered herself into him more, almost like she was pinning him not with her hands but with her entire body. He could feel her, and oh man was he getting more and more 'drunk' on her...on her scent, her touch, everything. He wasn't sure what all she was thinking, or how long she'd keep him in this spot, but he was living every moment of it. Had she really never done this before? It was almost hard to believe...she was incredible. He tightened his grip on her hips, soft groans coming from deep in his throat the more she hit his sweet spot. He'd never thought this would be happening, let alone with the princess, soon to be queen. But he was so, so glad it was.

Slowly, Anya worked her way up from the soft kisses again, not becoming rougher, but this time slightly harder. The way his skin felt against hers, or the small noises that came out of him, or even just his hands resting on her hips, it all sent her over the edge. Though, when his grip tightened around her, she let out a soft whimper, almost melting at his touch. Was that all it took for her? The simplest of touches, along with the way his body felt under her, had her wanting... well, wanting more. This was already more than she had ever bargained on happening, but they were both so ready for what was next... Painfully so, almost. She just needed to be brave enough to let it happen. Though, she was sure if she didn't that Sage eventually would... and she really wouldn't mind it.

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Sage let the girl do as she pleased for a while longer, reveling to just be under her and feel her touch. He could feel her anticipation, though, and he was ready too, for what came next. They both wanted it, badly, so he shifted his weight so he was in a position that the next step could easily happen. And when Anya brought herself up against him he could barely stand the thrills that ran up and down his spine. He didn't know how long they stayed there, like that, but once they had worn themselves out, they collapsed next to eachother on the cave floor, gasping and sweaty. Sage kept his fingers entwined with Anya's, still holding her hand, not wanting to let go even if they had finished otherwise. He was fine to just lay here for the rest of the night, though if Anya wanted to go do something else, that was fine with him too.

Anya lay still for a while, her chest heaving as she tried to get her breath back. Everything had been so... natural. Like it was meant to happen. Now, she was grateful for the coolness of the cave floor on her back. Her hand stayed loosely entwined with his, using it almost so she could tell he was still there. Eventually, she looked over at him, a large smile on her face and a heavy blush still on her cheeks. She rolled over a little so that she was resting her head lightly on his shoulder. She caught a glimpse of his neck, and just as she thought, she had left purple traces all over, along with a few messier-looking spots, where she had covered up his previous scars with her own marks... they would most likely scar over soon too. She let out a content sigh, sort of reliving the memories... it hadn't been a bad first time... it wasn't a bad anything, actually. More like the complete opposite.