In an Instant

(Blame the people over at another site for this – 100 word drabbles in response to the prompt 'smut')

"Until tomorrow" was on his lips as he leaned in to move a curl off her cheek. Then her lips were on his palm and then on his.

Still up against her door, their clothes gone, she made a sound – a growl, a moan, his name? His words, his old world, was gone; only she was left.

Buried deep, he was surrounded by silk and steel and something ... more – something that he had never had words for and never knew he needed -– until now. He no longer cared about tomorrow. Now, this moment, was everything; was enough, forever.