Un-BETA-read fanfiction.

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3 things

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The first time I saw Piers, he completely took my breath away.

He was so utterly beautiful.

I was lost in the depths of his blue eyes right from the start.

When we reached Madra, we were glad for finally getting roof over our heads and a proper bed to sleep in.

The exploration of the town came next.

The time seemed to stop when we came into the prison.

Piers has that effect on me.

I was caught by that strong, beautiful man.

His exotic outfit, his tanned skin, his foreign, long blue hair.

How he seemed to glow as his anger took over and he turned a puddle of water into a pillar of ice, right in front of our and the guard's eyes.

I knew that he was special right from the beginning.

I don't mean the fact that he could use Psyenergy.

I knew that he was special in so many other ways.

His voice enslaved me, so strong, so calm, so deep, so male.

All the things about him.

Our first kiss, when we made love for the first time.

It's all burned into my memory, a proof of the time that had gone.

Our first kiss, the first time we made love. It wasn't awkward at all, we melted so perfectly together.

Oh, I'm so horribly addicted to that man.

How his hair slips through my fingers like water, it just flows.

How he looks at me, he looks at me and I'm drowning. I'm drowning in his oceans.

Piers is strong.

I'm his island and he's my sea.

I'm his grass and he's my rain.

I'm his fish and he's my lake.

It might sound cliché, but Piers smells like the ocean, like sand and like time.

He smells chilly, like water in a pond.

I love how he gasps in my ears as we make love, how he holds me close in the still of the night.

I can't live without him whispering my name and stroking my hair when he thinks I'm asleep.

I sound so corny, I know, but I don't know anything other than this right now.

We stand in the front of the ship, close together when the cold wind makes us shake.

He wraps his arms around me and kisses me.

"Ah, Felix... What should I do without you?" he whispers, and I lay my arms around his neck to drag him down for another kiss.

"I love you too," I whisper after another breathless kiss.

We lay limp and satisfied, naked limbs tangled together, just breathing eachother.

Piers smiles and tell me how he loves that I smell like earth, like rock.

I laugh a little and wonder if I smell like dust.

"No," he says smiles. "More like wet dirt."

And I'm satisfied. I don't care how I smell as long as Piers likes it.

Piers, as long as you're happy, I'm happy.

I pull the blanket over us, you settle your head on my chest and we fall asleep as the ship rocks back and forth.

3 things is needed for tree to grow.

Our love is the tree.

I am the soil.

You are the water.

And our hapiness is the sun.

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3 things

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