All Through the Night

This is a very simple one-shot. Hope you enjoy it.

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Gently it moves. Up. Down. Up again. Down again. It strains for a moment. It catches. It resumes.

It heaves. In. Out. Constantly moving. A constant rhythm of life. Life.

But it is not life. Life is in the one who causes it.

And yet I can't stop staring. Surely it's been hours since I began, but I can't take my eyes away.

Up. Down. In. Out. It's hypnotizing, alluring.

It beckons me in all states, but especially as this.

I want it. I already have it, but I want it.

Does he do this too?

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Cynder shook her head and turned away from Spyro. She was sure that the sun would probably be rising in only a few hours, and she hadn't even begun to fall asleep yet. This was their first night together, and the road to mustering her courage had been too arduous for her preference, but it was worth it.

Oddly enough, she found that Spyro was not only open to her, but spilled out a mountain of words explaining how he felt, and the reasons why he had kept it to himself. And she was embarrassed to find that his reason were much more justified than her own: fear.

But they both knew better. They knew that they wouldn't take it anywhere for a while, and she was content with that. What mattered was that she had him.

She huffed and turned over again, facing Spyro. She was within inches of his face, and could feel his warm breath gliding over and into her nostrils. She extended her tongue and softly brushed it up the length of his maw.

"You're not going to let me sleep, are you?" she whispered, "I haven''t had a sleepless night in a long time, and it's ironic that you'd be the cause of this one..."

She let her eyes drift down to his chest. If she wasn't going to sleep, she would at least enjoy being awake.

Up.

In.

Out.

Down.

Up...down...in...out... And her eyes closed.