This purposefully has no female character definition. It's whoever you want it to be. It could be Ella, Nudge, Max... or even Angel if you're into that sort of thing. Personally it's my OC character from Maximum Ride: Learning to Fly. You guys and girls should check it out if you like this.
I don't own Maximum Ride.
Iggy doesn't know what she looks like. He has a good idea, but he doesn't know. He hates not knowing. He would give anything to see what she looks like.
She sighs as he traces his hand over her face, feeling her silky cheek, feeling the color. It still isn't enough though, but, for now, it'll do. She whispers his name and he can hear the smile in her voice. He can feel her cheek move beneath his fingers. He traces her lips -surprisingly pink- with a feather light touch. She kisses his fingers softly. He smiles at her -or at where he knows her to be.
He can feel the swell of love in him, bright and overpowering. He wants nothing more than to bask in it; bow down to it, to her.
He feels her fingertips on his face. It never ceases to surprise him -when she touches him. He closes his eyes and leans into her touch. Her lips touch his and they kiss, softly at first and then longingly -always sweet. His fingers remain on her face, forever gauging her reaction.
Her fingers knot into his hair as his fingers skim across her back. It's a beautiful moment, as far as beautiful moments go. Neither of them see it, their eyes are closed. For a moment they are both blind and neither of them are conscious enough of their surroundings to enjoy anything other than each other -anything other than this moment in time.
His skimming fingers press down harder -not hard enough to hurt her, he would never hurt her if he could help it- on her back. He brings her closer to him and she angles her head so they can deepen the kiss.
His hand glides under the back of her t-shirt and presses against soft flesh. Her skin is warm under his touch but she shivers and goose bumps quickly form. He breaks their kiss to look at her -all he sees is darkness.
He breaths her name heavily, trying to gather oxygen in his lungs. It's hard in her intoxicating presence. She's all he can feel.
She's all he wants to feel. He doesn't want to feel anything but this for the rest of his life. This love; this aching desire to be with her.
"I love you." he whispers to her like a lover, tenderly in her ear.
She whispers her love back to him and he kisses her because he's never felt so happy in his entire life. Not when he met his parents, or when the Flock escaped from the school. Never.
Their kisses become passionate and he touches her.
He sees her, in the only way he knows how. He feels her.
Clothing is shed, slowly and in between kisses. Breaths mingle and groans are exchanged. Moans rise out of thin air to fuel the fire growing in them.
They make love, and Iggy sees.
It's not like the way other people see -but now he knows.
Iggy knows what she looks like. She's beautiful, but he already knew that. But now he sees it.
He feels.
That's how Iggy sees.