Title: touch
Rating: T (For sexuality - I think that's right, let me know if you think it should be higher)
Summary: Intimacies of a different kind. T/T'P.
I'd just like to point out that I know there are no capital letters in the text (or title for that matter) but that is intentional. I don't know why, but I think it works better that way.
And reviews are much appreciated. (Just a subtle hint there!)
touch
they lie together beneath the sheets; his quarters, her quarters, neither of them can remember. bare skin presses to bare skin everywhere it is possible. the unidentifiable cabin echoes with the sounds of their heavy breathing; the heady result of their nocturnal activities.
she considers his features as he catches his breath. she reaches a single slender hand up and traces the pads of her fingertips down the bridge of his nose, illogically fascinated by its unique shape. his eyes flicker open and watch her as her fingers travel delicately over his face, trembling over his sweaty skin. she likes to touch him everywhere, leaving no portion of his body unexplored. it reassures her that he is still there.
he watches her as she ghosts her fingers over his face. her dainty touch is like fire on his skin, warm and tantalizing and promising and so incredibly intimate. he wants nothing more than to crush her to him once more, to plunder the breath from her lungs and claim her as his own, but he refrains. he knows that she needs to touch him like this, that it reassures her. and in some way, her exploring touch reassures him too.
her fingers come to a halt, her index finger pressed to his upper lip, her middle finger pressed to his lower. her eyes study his lips intently; touch of a different kind. she leans closer, her own lips travelling slowly closer to his, her hand moving away. she exhales lightly; he shivers almost imperceptibly. his voice is a gentle moan in her pointed ears, a whisper of her name, and she knows that he desires her. but she teases him, hovering her lips over his before drawing away slowly.
his patience snaps dramatically and he seizes her, his calloused hands rough against her satin-smooth skin. he needs her below him, her skin flush to his, and he accomplishes this with ease. he leans down with no hesitation and touches her lips with his in a caress that rapidly becomes deeper. he feels her tongue touch his closed mouth, probing for entrance, and he opens his mouth to receive it, sliding his own over hers in an erotic dance that quickly reignites the pyre of his arousal. he feels her guttural growl of desire rather than hears it; a ripple in her perfect flesh. he knows that she wants him, needs him, and he is incapable of resisting her.
for an eternal instant, as he is inside her and they are utterly joined together, mind, body and soul meet in intimate caress. the touch of who and what they are jolts them, sending quivers through their corporeal forms. they reach the ultimate release together, spurred on by this sudden mingling of spirits, muffled cries erupting from both their lips; the lips that are still touching, that still caress each other with wild, ferocious abandon.
before long the touch of their minds fades, leaving them both bereft and sorrowful. he gathers her in his arms and she buries her face in his chest while he weeps for both of them. their minds feel curiously empty without the other there in all capacities, but they are strong, and they know that that last soul-searing touch will be by no means the last.
they are no longer touching completely, with all they are, but bare skin is pressed to bare skin, and that touch, for now, is enough.
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