A/N: The following is the illegitimate lovechild of myself and boredom. dedicated to ExceedinglyPeculiarChick, because of the weed in the brownies. You know what I mean, girl! *wink*
He was an animal, running his fingers through her silky-soft, luxurious hair, as he pinned her up against the wall. He was no longer in control of his actions—all lucidity had left him when he caught sight of her in that tiny black piece that she had gotten only that afternoon, just for him.
He could feel her breath in his ear, the soft gasps that were like music to his pants. His lips met hers, and the flames that flickered on their forms reduced all vague premonitions of gentleness in handling her. The fierce passion that overtook was like none other—he was a lion, a bear, a wolf, a man. He hunted by night for his prey.
This is taking too long, he thought, as he began to unbutton the black pearls that went down her bodice. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.
If he was an animal, then she was quite the force to be reckoned with. Lips glued firmly to his, she fumbled for the zipper of his pants, with sheer love—though love may be an understatement—threatening to cause her to collapse. What she felt then was some kind of magic, for she feared that if he moved too quickly, she might just die. But then, if he was too slow, her death would be all the more painful.
She felt his warm hands sliding the top part of her lingerie down, down, down until it hit the floor and all was bared for him to see. Not that he hadn't seen it a million times before. She inhaled sharply as his wandering hands found her hot breasts.
Her legs moved as if held up by strings as they wrapped around his waist, moving ever so subtly against his hard erection.
"Now," she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. "Come at me, now." He worked harder at removing what was left of his own clothing as she hissed once more, "Now."
Her wish was his command, as he did so.