Devotion

Her head tilted back slowly, breath coming out as a sigh, as she surrendered herself. She felt more than heard her lover walking up behind her, her chest barely brushing her back. She felt as a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back unhurriedly against a strong but soft body. She felt her breathing on her ear, her skin pricking with goose bumps, a shiver running down her spine, as her heart suddenly started racing against her ribcage. She took a deep breath, willing it to slow down.

A hand trailed the length of her arm, rising to ghost against her cheek, her gentle touch warming her inside. People thought that her lover was a cold person, insisting that she only cared about herself and that she was using her and would eventually hurt her, but she knew better. How could someone who doesn't care about me be able to touch me and talk to me and hold me the way she does?

She slowly turned around, her eyes meeting the dark ones shinning in front of her. Her lover's head tilted closer to her own, their foreheads lightly touching. Her eyes closed softly. Arms wrapped more strongly around a slim waist. Gentle lips touched lovingly. Two bodies slowly backed towards a bed. She felt herself being lowered to the mattress, and she allowed it, the soft sheets beneath her naked back helping her cool down.

She looked up, her lover's form looming over her, the soft moonlight that came from the window reflecting on her pale skin, shining down on her hair, giving her an angelic look. My angel. Lips started to adoringly trail over her body. She sighed, closing her eyes, willingly losing herself in the tender touch, as her lover touched her with an intensity she had only known with her. Suddenly, she felt a light pressure on her lips, felt her name being whispered against them, a hand softly trailing over her eyes, willing them to open. She opened them, almost lazily, and was soon consumed by the loving look on her lover's orbs, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"I love you, Michiru."

Yes, the blue eyed woman thought, people didn't know that much about the woman she loved more than life itself. They didn't know the whispers that were spoken in the comforting darkness of their room. They didn't know the gentle, loving touches that were exchanged between them. They didn't know of the devotion they felt for each other.

"And I love you."

The moon rose higher in the night, as inside a darkened room, two bodies became intertwined as two souls met and became one.

AN

Ok, I just had to get that out of my head! It has literally been going back and forth for a good while now. Sorry for the size, I know it's awfully short, but I think it's rather nice hum?

I've been thinking of writting a series of drabbles about our favourite couple since I have a few ideas swimming around and they're a bit short -.-"... what do you think? (if I do it, it will be under this story)

Well, as always, thanks for reading,

LostWyrda