A hand pressed to my stomach, lower than I've ever allowed anyone, another to the side of my neck, I was vulnerable, the warm grip sent me reeling. A mouth was on my own, pressing ever closer in an attempt to experience the heat I let off. A pair of legs tangled within my own, hardly able to hold up my assailant. Low pleas for more filled the air around us, begging, needing, weak.
The hand on my stomach fell lower. Fingers slipped below the hem of tight pants, a threat. How was I to react?
Hot breath ran over my lips, it wasn't my own. How was I to react?
A low moan came from my partner, low and impatient, wanting more, begging me for more. How was I to react?
"Why don't we take this further?"
The question was another threat, biting at my throat, just as he was now. Yet unlike what he was doing now, the threat was not in the form of a gentle nip, it was harsh, painful. How was I to react?
Hesitation.
The hands moved away.
Loss.
"We don't have to."
A soft voice, one laced with the truth, one glittered with understanding. How was I to react?
Hands searched for him, arms wrapped around his neck, held him close. How was I to react?
"I'm sorry."
A low bout of laughter, short, animated.
A kiss.
Innocent.
To a heated cheek.
A voice, more entertained than upset. Happier than it was disappointed.
"Don't be, I don't wanna pressure you."
A calming demeanour.
A hand returned.
Pressed to a hip.
Another kiss.
This time pressed to wet lips.
Short.
Sweet.
"Thank you."
He was always like this.
Always so understanding.
Always so perfect.
I had never met his match.
The realisation hit me.
The feeling akin to a ton of bricks.
I had fallen.
Hard.
A mouth opened.
Before thoughts.
Before rationalisation.
Before denial.
Before it could be stopped.
"I love you."
A smile.
Broad as the horizon.
Warm as the sun.
Calm as the ocean.
"I love you too."