His sweat mixes with hers, and their bodies are intertwined, fully connected, skin to skin. This is rapture. Michael kisses her lower lip; Fi touches the muscles of his back with her fingertips. This is real, this is solid, this is good.
Michael's motions steal Fi's breath. He is with her, over her, under her, inside her, around her- Michael, his shoulders, his hands, his hardness, his arms. Him, him, him; Michael.
A hundred lifetimes wouldn't be enough, and they've lost so much time already.
He moves his head, stares into her eyes. His gaze brings Fi new pleasure, the intimacy of it, and it rolls over her stomach, through her wetness. Fi shuts her eyes as she shakes, opens them, and he's still looking at her. Still moving within her, still loving her, and she is so much at once. Both aching and satisfied, desperate yet fulfilled.
Ten lifetimes couldn't be enough. They only have the one.
She leans up, kisses the soft spot behind his ear, feels him shudder and pulls back to catch a glimpse. When he stops the rocking of his hips, Michael looks at her again. He doesn't say it, not aloud, but the passion, the intensity, the tenderness in his eyes and the hand on her cheek speak for him.
This moment is more than enough. It's everything they would ask for; it's everything they could want.