Housewarming with have_no_mercy.

[kneel_majorzod]

Zod can scarcely believe his luck. Not that luck was very heavily relied upon, as his tightening grip seems to suggest Darkseid would have to pry Faora from lifeless arms before he left her behind.

Still, it's difficult not to feel like celebrating as the haze of teleportation clears and he sees her, standing in their mansion, outlined by their

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[have_no_mercy]

Faora doesn't know where they are, exactly, but it's Earth and she's back in his arms and that's all that matters.

"I've missed you so much," she whispers huskily, her own arms tightening around him. "I was beginning to lose hope this day would come."

[kneel_majorzod]

"I'm sorry," he whispers back, sliding a hand up into her hair. "For keeping you waiting." And killing you.

[have_no_mercy]

She smiles, nuzzling her nose against his. "I would have waited forever for this moment."

[kneel_majorzod]

He lifts his chin slightly, gently and briefly catching her lips with his. "No more waiting."

[have_no_mercy]

She noises in agreement, quickly reaching her desired target and pushing him down to sit in the chair.

[kneel_majorzod]

He continues to do as he's directed--not that she's giving him much room for protest--and wicked eyes glint up at her once he's settled into his throne. Though he hasn't exactly let her go, either, so she won't be far behind.

[have_no_mercy]

She's missed that expression. Very much so and she can't help but grin in return. Then she'll happily follow him down into his lap.

[kneel_majorzod]

As soon as she's been secured against him, Zod's fingers are up her hips, and in one swift, decisive movement, he'll take the initiative and tear aside a shirt that isn't hers. Then she'll get another good look at that expression.

[have_no_mercy]

Those adjustments may be brief, but important - she does have a new body after all - but once they find their rhythm, she lets out a long, soft moan of pleasure.

[kneel_majorzod]

It's a body he's marginally more familiar with, but he certainly won't be halting inspection. A hand slips under her thigh, and he maintains the rhythm, grinding her against the wall with enough fervor to give it another shake.

[have_no_mercy]

Foara is lost in the sensations, leaning back against the wall while her hands grab at him desperately.

[kneel_majorzod]

He's happy to get lost with her, losing awareness of anything beyond their movements and her body and the person inside.