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[After the dust settles, after her own business is resolved, Leia finally gets to come and visit Gravity Falls. It's a quaint place, and different from how she'd imagined it, but she's surprised, come evening time, how much it reminds her of Endor. Tall trees framing the night sky, the late summer moon hung low in the sky. Mabel and Dipper left not two days ago, and the house is alarmingly quiet in their absence. But after everything, Leia's not complaining about silence. About being alone in a house with Stan, the crickets and frogs singing through the open windows.

She stretches out next to Stan in bed, the lamp next to them turned down low. One hand smooths through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead, and she kisses him on the nose.]

You know, I've been thinking.

[It's not hard, judging by the tone of her voice, exactly what topic she's been thinking about.]

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[It feels weird. It feels strange and full and not good yet, like her finger is tickling him from the inside.

But her kisses on his neck, the way he can tell that she really is getting her engine revved by doing this to him, all of it keeps him from complaining. It has to start feeling better eventually. He trusts her.]

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[She's doing her damnedest to keep his trust, here; there's always the off-chance he won't like it at all, and she'll stop if that's the case, but part of her's also convinced that she just needs to find the right spot, the right movement, and he'll see the light, so to speak.

With that in mind, she lets her finger move deeper, pressing further inside him until she's in up to the knuckle, feeling for his prostate.]

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[He closes his eyes, hoping that'll help, his brow furrowing as her finger moves deeper inside him.

And then she crooks her finger just right and hits the same spot she'd pressed against from the outside and he gasps, his back arching and legs jerking up.]

Holy--

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[There it is. Leia grins triumphantly into his neck before pulling back to look at his face; her finger eases back for a moment, before giving him another nudge in the same spot.]

Is that good, honey?

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[He looks like a mortar shell just dropped in front of his face. When she nudges that spot again, his head tips back and he keens, his cock twitching and drooling a string of precome into the hair on his belly.]

Hope you don't want this lasting too long if you're gonna keep pushing that button, sweetheart.

[His voice is shaky.]

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[That's all the warning she needs to pull her finger back, giving him a break from that onslaught of sensation. Leia gives him a sly wink, pulling out to the very tip of her finger before the pad of her middle finger comes to join the first in pressing into him, slow and steady.]

Just making sure I wasn't completely off-base.

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[He sucks in a breath and tenses when she comes back with two fingers, but this time it’s easier to relax enough to let her breach him. His inner walls shudder around her fingers, as he takes quiet, panting breaths to try and keep himself steady.]

Save the ‘I told you so’ for later, sugarbun.

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Me? Never.

[Her free hand reaches up to smooth back Stan's hair back reassuringly as she presses back into him with two fingers now, stretching him open steadily.]

You feel incredible, honey.

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[His breath hitches at her praise and the hand petting his hair back from his face. The invasive feeling of two fingers inside him stokes the hot ember of arousal into what feels like an inescapable furnace.

He moans, low and raspy, pushing his hips back against her hand.]

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[The hitch of his breath, that moan, the push of his hips, all conspire to stoke the warm ember of want in her stomach, her need to hear more of the same, and with far more need behind it. Slowly, but with increased intention, she strokes him, crooking her fingers in that same come-hither motion every now and again.

Watching him closely for a reaction, she slowly spreads those two fingers apart, stretching him out around her.]

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[He trembles under her attention when she starts moving with more intent, her slow and steady movements igniting a storm inside him. His breath hitches when her fingers spread.]

Ohh, honey...

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[She’s watching him closely at this point, dark eyes roving over every inch of him but especially his face as she works over him, her fingers stretching him open, slick and hot all around her fingers.]

That’s right, Stan. Let me hear you.

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[She's watching him so intently that he can feel the weight of her dark eyes roving over him. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he muffles a groan behind closed lips. It still feels Strange, but the longer she keeps going the more the constant pressure inside him is getting to him. He lets out a ragged sigh, and his breath hitches on the inhale.]

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Good.

[There’s approval writ in every line of her face, every note of her voice; he’s close to being ready, and a thrill goes down her spine at the thought of what follows. A few more moments, making sure he’s nice and relaxed, and then she pulls out her fingers, slowly, bit by bit. She sits up, surveying him almost imperiously, her expression almost hungry.]

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[The sound of her praise draws a whine, thin and needy, out of him. He's pretty sure he's never been harder in his life, after the way her sweet fingers have been tormenting him. When those fingers start to retreat, his hole flutters around her, tightening down in resistance, and when his eyes open to the approval on her face he almost comes undone right then and there.]

Y-ya done already?

[His voice is almost embarrassingly needy.]

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[Her lips curl into a smile, and she pulls herself up to stand at the side of the bed, shaking her head.]

Oh, no. I’m not through with you just yet.

[Leia’s expression is practically radiating mischief as she bends down to retrieve something she’d stowed under the bed earlier in the week. When she resurfaces, it’s holding a black leather harness, the center of which holds a modestly-sized silvery-gray dildo. Leia steps into the leg openings of this, businesslike, watching him for a reaction as she does.]

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[He watches her hungrily as she gets off the bed, resisting the urge to reach out to her as well as if she'd pinned his hands in place with a word. He's devouring her with his eyes.

When he sees the harness, and the modest dildo attached to it, it looks almost like a torture device at first. But then she starts to slip into it, and his cock throbs, mouth going dry at the sight of the black leather harness sliding up her creamy pale legs.]

Holy shit, kitten.

[Suddenly, the empty feeling that her fingers had left behind was almost unbearable.]

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[She looks more than pleased by the way he stares, her fingers deftly tightening each strap and fastening the buckles around her hips and her soft stomach. The dildo juts out prominently from the junction of her thighs, nestled over the downy, graying curls there. Leia reaches for that bottle again, and then climbs back into bed, settling herself over Stan and leaning up for a searing kiss. When she pulls back, her face is practically glowing with excitement.]

I take it you like the new addition?

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[She's still the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen, and he's entranced watching her get her new toy situated. By the time she climbs back onto the bed, he's almost sure it's because she had to have heard him mentally begging her to do so, and he leans up on one elbow to meet her when she comes in for a kiss.]

Looks pretty good on ya, sweetheart.

You want me moved any one way for this?

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[Leia sighs against Stan’s mouth, hand settling against his shoulder, and when she’s pulled back she considers his question for a moment.]

Normally I’d want you just like this, so I can see you, but it’d be awfully hard on your back.

[She leans up and takes a pillow from the head of the bed, handing it to him.]

Put this under your lower back, sweetheart.

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[His back should probably be a higher priority for him than it is, but it doesn’t strike him as a concern until she mentions it. He takes the offered pillow and pushes his hips up, pulling it snug underneath him before he settles back down, knees spread and inviting.]

I wanna be able to see how much you’re enjoying this.

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I can't say no to that.

[While Stan gets situated, Leia is taking her time lubing up her cock, readying herself for the main event, so to speak. She looks over him, such an inviting sight where he's laying there all spread out for her. She moves up so her knees are resting against the insides of his thighs, spanning his hands over her knees.]

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

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[He's slightly distracted by the sight of her hand slicking up the rubber cock hanging between her legs. It should be weird and bizarre, but she makes it look so natural and the way that she's devouring him with her eyes to the point where her gaze feels like it has weight is plenty of a turn on to offset it.

He grins up at her when she settles between his thighs, her hands running over his knees.]

You gonna just keep lookin' or are you gonna help yourself?

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[She grins, chuckling, and then pulls his legs up so his thighs are resting on hers, putting him in the perfect position for the taking.]

All in good time, honey.

[Just as promised, she reaches down and takes her cock by the base, nudging the glistening head of it against Stan's entrance.]

Just as long as you ask nicely.

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[Every time she manhandles him, it catches him off guard in the best possible way. His skinny chicken legs are pretty easy to maneuver, but he hooks his ankles behind her when she puts them where she wants them.

Her cock nudges up against his hole, and a shiver runs down his spine.]

Fffuhh-- [He sucks in a breath and holds it, tipping his head back.] Ain't that a little backward, sweetheart, making me beg for something that was your idea?