A/N: It has been a long time. Been busy with school. But I want everyone to know that I'll be updating Beyond Lies in two weeks time. In the mean time, enjoy this little Drabble.
On certain nights, they can be rough. Letting their carnal needs inhabit their bodies. He would push her a little roughly and she would respond by scratching his back a little too deep. On those nights, no one would care if the other would be a little more hurried, a little more unadulterated, a little more eager. It was passion unleashing from the depths of their being. They both like it that way, on most nights.
But come morning, everything is a little more slow; a little more gentle. It was still a constant battle on who was on top but he found out that on most mornings, she doesn't mind if he's in control and she would be more than happy to oblige. Gentle kisses; from the corners of her lips, peppering through her jaw line and down to her neck. His hot breath hitting her most sensitive spot. On most days he'd take his time; touching every part of her- kissing and taunting enough to make every part of her come a live. There would be no hurry, both of them taking their time. Blue eyes would meet his brown ones and nothing else would seem to exist. Every move would be met by an equal action, his thrust slower than the usual.
On most nights, they'd be careless as long as they get what they want; be it on the kitchen counter or the study floor. He'd remove her clothes a little to eagerly and she'd loosen his pants a little too fast. On those nights, he'd make sure to mark her. Tell everyone she was taken.
But when daylight comes, she'd make sure to hide all the previous nights rendezvous save for the little red mark that even her magic cream couldn't hide. It's in between the angle of her jaw and neck, safely tucked by her necklace or collar only he was allowed to find. On those days, she'd kiss him a little bit longer. Giving him the promise of the night to come.
On special nights, he'd dine her out. Bring flowers and a sweet gift maybe. It's on those nights that he reminds her of what a gentleman he was. That he was capable of wooing her of her feet. On those nights, he'd suggest to go for walk, take her gentle hand in his much larger ones. If the tiny smile gracing her features wasn't enough to tell him she appreciated it, then she sure knows how to make up for it later on.
You see, it's on most nights that both of them feel the fire, igniting from with in, spreading like inferno to the depths of the others being. But it's the slow ember that makes them both stay every morning. Fires can only last so long, but it's the riveting coals thereafter that truly matter and both are just glad that they can have both.