A/N: To be quite honest I really wanted to try abstract sex lol. So this came out. Um. I'm not sure what to say about it~ It was really fun to write though c:
I hope you guys enjoy and please REVIEW and tell me what you thought! It would be really appreciated :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Degrassi.
The silence engulfed them as sheets as they fell on the cold floor of his apartment. She was crying and he was crying and now they are crying, kissing, and drowning into the warmth they both give to each other. He moves slowly – she's glass, he reminds himself, as he envelops her in chaste kisses throughout her opaque skin. The moon shines through the window opposite from them and they both have a visual of each other's eyes.
Their eyes reflect each other's needs and wants at the moment. They didn't mind if it were a one-time thing – they would always find their way back to each other, anyways. Their gravitational pull towards each other was too strong to ignore. Hell, even they knew there was a large pull of attraction between them. Even though they tried so hard, they ended up in each other's arms.
She writhes beneath him when he shifts above her and he peals off her clothes like a second skin. She's a soft silk, he reminds himself, kissing down her curvy body. She's sighing underneath him, still crying, but this time in sheer bliss of the moment. When he reaches down below her body – oh! – he hears her sweat voice for the first time. He enjoys it, he acknowledges, and he keeps suckling like a baby and she keeps bringing out more and more noises to entertain him. When he leaves her alone, she whines this time, and they both pant because there's lack of air between them.
When he's about to make her one with his, he stops and gives her a glance. She closes her eyes and smiles, giving him a signal of approval. He goes in slowly, making her cry when he passes through the barrier, and he's wiping away her tears with his lips. She's an innocent child; he reminds himself, removing the hairs from her face and laying his head on the crook of her neck, whispering sweet nothings to her.
Before long he's reaching euphoria along with the girl beneath him and they both lie on the humid, cold floor of his apartment. With caution and after asking for permission, he wraps his arms around her waist and looks at her until she falls asleep. She seems more beautiful than ever after what they did that night and he smiles knowing that he made her more perfect.
She's everything but a sheer woman in his eyes, he reminds himself.