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Summary: When words are no longer necessary.
Pairing: Fenris/Kagome
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FEN!
Wordless
Kagome rolled to her side. Her eyes trailed along the markings that were left imprinted upon her lover's flesh. Many nights she'd ached to trace her fingers along those lines. To her they were beautiful; just like the man who bore them. But to him they were a source of great pain.
"Fenris," She pressed her lips against his ear. "Time to wake up."
He stirred. The arms around her waist tightened—as too did the rest of him. A smile pulled at her lips.
"Fenris," She tried again. That time he lifted his head just high enough to slant his lips against hers. She didn't have to guess as to what he wanted. They rolled over, allowing him free reign over her. Kagome carefully curled her arms over his shoulders. She could never touch the markings. No matter how much she wished it—she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Fenris started a slower pace. He buried his face into her neck so that all she felt was the heart of his breath and the warmth of his existence.
Kagome wrapped herself around him. It was in moments like these that she felt at home. Beyond the sex; there was more to their bond than just the physical. She saw it every day in the way he looked at her, touched her and cared for her.
Her body pulled taut. A faint cry rose at the back of her throat as she arched into him. Fenris pushed forward. He continued even as the last waves of pleasure pulsated through her body.
It was only when she tangled her fingers into the soft strands of his hair that he fell into his own abyss of pleasure.
Kagome remained beneath him. The weigh of his body bore down upon her. It wasn't painful but served as the reminder of the fact that she was no longer alone.
She tipped her lips towards his ear, "I love you." They were the words she'd never given voice to. It was a wordlessly understood concept between them but today she wanted to tell him. Today there would be no more doubts.
She felt his lips quirk upwards at the declaration. His fingers trailed along the length of her thigh. His body began to move again. As with before she allowed him access to whatever he desired. His grip grew tight as his pace slowed—invigorating their connection with the spark of something passionate.
He trailed his lips against her neck. This was more than just sex. His mouth slanted over hers once more. In that instant she knew what he was trying to say.
I love you too.