The first time it happened it was hot, fast, just pure lust. Skin on skin, sweat drips, rough hands grasping at anything. I Had Held out for so long an now everything was just pouring out and I had to have him. This man who's posture was perfect who's face never betrayed anything, I had broke him. His face twisted in beautiful pleasure whispering broken sentences.
The Second time was the wings. Stunning beautiful wings. Shimmering black reflecting off the moons shine. It Was slower this time. This Need To Feel all of him. My hands dragging through his feathers an I pounded into him. They twitched and shivered. His Ocean blue eyes locked on to mine saying words the couldn't be spoken.
The final time it happened was Christmas, or our families way of Christmas. This Time it wasn't sex It wasn't lust. It was pure love. Him In my lap, his wings caressing against my back. It was slow an passionate. The outside horrors couldn't get us here. All I saw, thought, heard, was this angel.
This time we didn't separate we stayed in the same position just us, together. He Moved flaring his wings out impossibly wide, yanking his own feather out. His Eyes never leaving mine as he placed it in my hands.
He Was gone an I was alone the cold wrapping around me. The horrors reaching out for me.
"I Love You"
So Yeah I don't really write an im not sure why I did this but I did so yeahh I Know It's Short Sooo Yeahhhhh...