She was beautiful. Pure. A goddess sent from the heavens. Breathtaking.
He was brute. Cruel. An invention of the Devil Himself. Evil.
And so when he curled her golden locks around his finger, and when she whispered sweet nothings into his awaiting ears, all walls were broken down and all notions were done away with. All that mattered was love and lust.
He pushed her down to the bed, their mouths silent, but their eyes speaking a language only lovers could understand.
Roaming around her body, every touch, flick, caress was gentle, quite contrast to his usual demeanor; brash and rough and unforgiving. She didn't notice, as she was too enveloped into a flurry of passion and yearning. Even if she did, she wouldn't have cared.
He chastely kissed her, mouth restrained and tamed, and traced his finger down, tickling her stomach, and stopped just at her core.
He slowly dragged his finger around her inner thighs, circling her lower lips but never touching them.
She squirmed at his touch. Every move, every tease made her restless and her core dripping. She couldn't wait any longer; she crashed her lips against his, tired of gentleness and fragility.
Slightly taken aback, he reacted, and put one finger in her core, and another onto her clitoris, rubbing and moving. Looking into her blue, crystal eyes, he felt a slight surge of pride hearing her small moans and gasps. However, he was starting to get restless, as his manhood was yearning for even just a slight touch.
For however pure she might've been, she was no fool; she took his hardness against her entrance, anticapating. He pushed and felt a blissful, wet warmth around his manhood, a feeling he had been eagerly waiting for.
Feeling his hips rock, she moaned and gasped as her core sent out waves of electric pleasure again and again. He in return was too caught up in the pleasure to stop his share of noises spilling out.
Love and lust filled the air, as the two lovers indulged in one another and slowly felt their building climax.
Wanting her to climax before him, he took a hand down from her leg and rubbed circles around her clit. He heard her moans grow louder and her inner walls grow tighter.
He knew she was undone when he felt her walls clamp down on his cock and heard her small, content sigh. This was too much for him as he reached his end, his manhood twitching and pulsing inside her.
He took his manhood out of her and took her in his arms, drowsy and content. She brought him closer and buried her face into his neck, enveloping in a warm feeling of happiness and satisfaction.
She drowsily whispered into his ear, and said, "I love you."
He, half-asleep, replied, "And I, you."
Boomer slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at the sleeping figure beside him. Bubbles was curled into a tight ball, something he found rather endearing, in a funny sort of way. Feeling a small grin on his face, he snaked his arm around her, and gently (or not so gently) poked her cheek.
"Hmm? What, Boomer?" Bubbles quietly murmured.
"Nothing. Just thought you looked cute sleeping.' Boomer answered.
"Never knew you were such a romantic," giggled Bubbles.
"What? Of course I am." said Boomer as he hugged Bubbles tightly. "How couldn't I be, with you around?"
"Yeah, yeah," said Bubbles, and both Boomer and Bubbles drifted back to sleep.