[ooc: Warning! SMUT!]
Feb. 28th, 2005 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
locks_it_upHer place, then.
It's not much changed, because this is the way she likes it, by and large. There's sunlight slanting through the windows, deep gold and warm, because she likes that, too.
It's almost shy, the way she leads him toward her bedroom. The bed's a little messy, red and pink and purple, with a stuffed turtle laying near the pillows.
It's not much changed, because this is the way she likes it, by and large. There's sunlight slanting through the windows, deep gold and warm, because she likes that, too.
It's almost shy, the way she leads him toward her bedroom. The bed's a little messy, red and pink and purple, with a stuffed turtle laying near the pillows.
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Date: 2005-03-07 01:35 pm (UTC)...and it's done.
And she's left gasping, reaching for breath that she does not own, has no claim to.
They lay like that for some little time, her hands still running gentle over his back before he extricates himself from her, leaving an emptiness she mourns for a moment before turning and snuggling against him.
She smiles down and takes his face in her hands, thumbs brushing over cheekbones, tips of fingers in his hair. So very brief, and so precious.
"I love you."
And then... then she lowers her lips to his, and kisses him.
In this way, she takes him into her, in a way that no man but him has been through and come back to tell of it.
She swallows him whole.