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Inserted scene from Season 2, Episode 2, one shot for now
You know that charge that goes up your spine at the moment of epiphany, it just hit me. I'm not gonna let the list of things I want to do before I die turn into a list of regrets.
I run to his place. He opens the door and leads me through the tour of Europe he has set-up all over his apartment. It's a sweet gesture, but its not what I had in mind. He's been the love of my life, and I know that I'm ready for this step. To be with him fully, while we're both awake and aware.
I start kissing him, and he sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom. He gently lays me down on the bed as we're kissing, and I know that this feels right. He brushes back my hair and looks deeply into my eyes and tells me that he loves me. He starts a row of kisses down my neck and begins to unbutton my shirt. He pauses to make sure that I'm ok with this. I start to lift up his shirt and help him out of it. He goes back to working his way down my body, as if he's savoring each moment. He unbuttons my pants, and I shimmy out of them along with my shirt. He undresses down to his boxers. He comes back up to deeply kiss me, as his hands unhook my bra. He kisses his way down toward my breasts, and I can feel my body trembling in response to his attention. Part of me wonders if I should be doing more, but its one of the few times where giving up control of the situation felt right. He's making love to me, and letting him is enough. He slides his fingers in to feel me out. Even though I can feel his hardness, he starts to work them in and out. He slides off my underwear and begins working with his mouth and his fingers until I'm spinning with pleasure. He removes his boxers and positions himself above my opening. He looks into my eyes as he slides in slowly, letting me get used to the feeling. He slides slowly in and out, as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. It really is an intimate moment, as we're connected physically, and I let him connect emotionally and see my vulnerability and love for him.
Afterward, he has his arms wrapped around me. He asks me what I'm thinking, and I can't help but make a joke, afraid to admit how significant this was. The noises next door quickly kill that sentiment anyway.