...The grammar faery hates me right now. A lot.
Normally, this would go in The Hutch, but I just don't wanna. Tell me what you think?
His first line is semi-borrowed from Sakura Haru's 'White Day.' (I don't know if I actually have to do that, but for safety's sake...and I just plain love her work.) Also, I'm just borrowing the scarecrow and the cherry blossom. I'll put them back...um...soon? Enjoy.
--Wolfie-lou
Why are you here, she whispers almost fearfully. He moves with an easy predatory grace stalking her his prey.
Isn't it obvious, he murmurs. I think I'm in love with you.
She stares wide-eyed as he comes stepstepstep ever closer until he is nose to nose with her and his eyes are smoldering with heat and burning with things there are no names for and his ohgodohgod his eyes aren't the only things smoldering. How can one pair of lips hold so much fire?
His hands burn wildfires sweetandscorchingspicy across her skin as he is branded in return foralwaysever by her roughdelicate hands.
Clothes are shed faster than she can keep track of but then damnyoubastard! he stops needing to hear thewordsherpermission.
Tell me, he orders. Tell me to stop.
I can't. A murmurwhispershout. I can't. I think I love you too.
Tears fall saltyhot. He wipes them from her cheeks softlygentlylovingly.
The last of the clothes are shed and if it gets any hotter Hell itself will burst into flames searingblisteringdelicious.
A pace is set longslowhard and when they finish he slips a ring simplegorgeous on her finger. All the question he needswants.
She stares at it stupifiedinshock and then smiles and kisses him.
All the answer he wantsneeds.