Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Solar Storm
Time stops.
There is nothing surrounding us. There is only our bodies, moving in intricate patterns that defy the very gravity in which holds us to the earth. There is only our pleasure, noted in the sounds that escape our parted, swollen lips.
He holds me as if he has to, as if the urge will kill him if he isn't wrapped so tightly around me. His hand, his arm, is buried in my mess of hair atop the pillow. His fist tightens, pain turning to pleasure in the receptors of my brain.
His hips thrust against mine, our bodies meeting each other with every motion he sets into place. I rise, he falls. It's like we're dancing beneath the very solar system, and it is rotating around us, this moment, our pleasure.
My name is a chanted hymn on my cheek, damp from his deliciously hot breath. I can hear nothing but him and his beautiful sounds. My hand moves, scratching and touching and grabbing at any part of him I can reach. I want to find more spots, more sounds. I search, I succeed.
He screams my name, and suddenly, I'm pulled into this tidal wave that I hadn't been aware of until that very moment.
His body pulls mine deeper and deeper into this storm we've created, until the pressure is too much, so much that I can stand it.
And then, I explode.
His name is a bloody scream on my lips, and I know he loves it as he clings to me, all limbs and warmth and Jacob.
Panting and sweaty, he lays on top of my naked body, stroking the side of me until I'm lulled into slumber.
"I love you, Renesmee."
It's the last thing I hear, and though I want to answer back, sleep steals me away.
I love you, Jacob.
I hope he still hears me.
Favorite canon couple.
I guess I've been feeling smutty and fluffy lately. That's scary. I think being deeply in love will do that to a person. Anyways, I'm not sure how I got this one in my dome either. But I like it. It's pointless and sexy. Which is always a winner in my book.
Stay Golden. -Delta