Another LEMON One Shot. This one is really short and not too descriptive. Enjoy!

She sits alone, completely nude. Darkness surrounds her. A shrill of cold wind blows against her bare shoulders. She hears nothing but her short, shallow breaths. Her mind races with images she doesn't understand or, perhaps, doesn't want to understand.

A tender touch comes from the left. A single finger traces her cheek wiping the tears that have moistened her skin. Her breath hitches and she becomes frozen. She strains to see who or what is near. A feeling of warmth encompasses her and she lets go of all the images desperately trying to pierce through her mind.

A soft stroke at the base of her neck makes her melt and completely give in. A stranger or not, she longs for the touch. She desires the sensations that bring back the good thoughts. Before all of this.

Her beautiful stranger lifts her from her chair, forcing her backwards so there is no escape. She willing obliges and allows the silhouette to press his body against hers. The magnetic connection between them is undeniable. They crave each other. They need to be close. They deserve one another.

In that moment, she feels his sweet breath close to her mouth. She involuntarily licks her lips as there may be a chance to taste her beautiful strangers hot air. He crashes his mouth to hers and their tongues move in unison. This is right. This is meant to be. There is no other way, and they both can feel it. He grasps her perfect ass and lifts her against the wall. Although the darkness consumes them, she can make out the emerald green irises of his eyes.

He reaches between her legs feeling her smooth, slick skin. He lets out a low growl and slowly presses into her. They are complete. There is no him. There is no her. It's just - perfectly one. The pressure inside both of them begins to build. They are blended. They are close. They are together. Before long, they both unravel into one another, reaching ultimate heights and new beginnings.

There is no light, but now, they can see into each other. Their souls smile. And then, it happens. Something he has known all along. Something he's been needing to hear before he came into this room. Something she has waited to say. She whispers three simple words. "You. Are. Mine."