Hey all!
So, originally this was supposed to be the 2nd chpt of "Forgiven". But, alas it didn't work out (not the same tone blah blah blah). However, I became very fond of this, even though it doesn't fit in the other story. I think it makes an O.K. one-shot, though it is rather short.
Basically, this is about make-up sex Chuck & Blair style. It isn't graphic (at least I don't think it is), just a description of the feelings, emotions, etc.
As always, thanks for reading & please leave a review to let me know what you think!
xoxo
When they reach the bed, they start peeling off the defensive armor of battle that turns to label ridden fabric as it hits the floor carelessly. The impulsive urgency of the circumstances increases ten-fold. It's desperate because they are desperate for one more contact, taste, shared breath. Both parties are claiming mutual ownership of the others lips, refusing to relinquish possession.
You belong to me as I belong to you.
Making amends in the form of making love is remarkable phenomenon. The emotions are so close to the surface, begging to be freed. They push themselves through the pores and frantic exhalations and saturate the atmosphere with weighty, vital need. The thoughts that accompany these emotions are invariably intense. The mind tries to wrap itself around the concept that the last time could've been the last time. Therefore, every advantage is taken, relished because it was all so close to being gone. And now, in the reciprocal relief, they surge forward. The world goes on outside on the bustling New York City streets, but not here. They are creating connections with one another, melting then solidifying, inciting then calming. Here they remember what makes their love indispensable, caught in an eternal moment.
You are timeless entangled here with me.
Her moans interlace with his gasps, he trembles as she shivers. United bodies experiencing the gratification of bestowing and accepting. The hazards of this devotion aren't explored, only the refuge that one finds in the company of the other. A unique sanctuary is theirs, the walls are littered with sweet nothings and the resulting sighs. It is opulent yet understated, extravagant but homey. This haven is where they feel most alive, perfectly coalesced into one. It is in this place of rapture and rest they can be all the other will ever need, captured but not captive.
Your are safe from the storms in my harbor.
Satisfaction is inevitable, but the bond forged in the heat of passion is the true fulfillment. And there is a slight melancholy muddled in the ecstasy, for it signifies an end. However, even though the furious blaze as been subdued, the ensuing warmth persists. It swaddles them in a serene radiance that helps them find balance and lucidity once more. For they are each others reprieve from sanity. Both are unafraid of the madness that smolders in the moments of desire and bliss. They realize that acumen and reason will return, even if craze and delirium are preferred.
Lose your mind with me, mine's already gone.
When sleep accepts them it is out of mercy. They need to surrender control and restless wishes to unconsciousness so they can bask in the joy just a little longer. Their bodies meld into one form, for their chests rise and fall in unison creating the illusion of a single being. Nothing interrupts their dreams, serenity and intimacy ease any troubles. The connection, always the connection, brings them back together.
Bind yourself to me and never let go.