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"You're supposed to be at work." Makoto stutters, finding herself trapped between Mamoru's chest and the front door. Despite it being a lover's holiday, she knew full well that Christmas was a super busy time at the hospital. Never could tell when a accident might occur, especially in the snow. Honestly she was just happy to have had him for any amount of time today.
'His touch scorches me through and through. I guess it's true what they say about lighting. It always searches for the fastest way to the ground. And Kami-sama knows he grounds me.'
"Am I not allowed to do like others and take a holiday especially since I have someone I truly to spend it with?" Humor laced his voice as she grasped at his arms and she looks for somewhere to hold on as his passionate kisses seem ready to knock her down.
'Like the Earth that envelopes his element, he envelopes me. His arms hold me, his confidence soothes me, and his love moves me.'
Mamoru seemed hell bent on tasting every bit of open flesh she had showing, as his strong hands wandered across her torso and down underneath her short green and black nightgown, a Christmas gift.
'He calls me his perfect storm. I'm not sure how to take that. I can be wildly reckless even. And yet he whether's these occurrences as if they were nothing.'
"No matter how much you strike the Earth, I will always be here." His hands run up and down those legs that he fell in love with. As one thigh wound itself around his waist, loud gasping sighs and lust filled moans are all he is rewarded with. When those strong, sure fingers dared to be daring and brought about a passion filled sob.
Kissing his way down her neck, "I won't let you go no matter what. Regardless of how hard you try. You are mine, my love never doubt or forget that." Each sentence a promise, validated and punctuated by a kiss.
"As if I could leave, you are he who renders me helpless. You have my heart, are my soul and my love. I…"
Cutting her off Mamoru kissed her with all the fierceness he possessed and all Makoto could was hold on by gripping first at his shoulders, and the running through the fine strands of his black hair.
More than passion raged in both their eyes and with only the mutual understanding one can share with their lover did they make their way to the bedroom dropping clothing along the way.
Fully intent on making her scream Mamoru took his time kissing every inch of her body and thoroughly showed Makoto just how much she meant to him. Taking her to ecstasy and back.
Both physically spent he laid down next to her, arms and legs spread across her and the bed. "Merry Christmas my love."
Too exhausted to speak Makoto merely burrowed closer into his warmth, knowing full well that he would be there tomorrow morning.
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