A TRORY one shot to celebrate that Valentine spirit everywhere. I do love a good love story…
His fingers skimmed across skin so soft it was like a religious experience. She was asleep, yet she murmured softly as his touch filtered into her dreams. Their intimacy had been a revelation. He felt like he was finally complete, like the missing part of him was here. She welcomed him in with the gentleness and need that drove him to heights of pleasure and touched his soul. He was home. He brushed the dark brown silk of her hair back from her cheek. The shell of her ear, touched with the delicate pink of a camellia, beckoned. He whispered "Rory"
She surfaced from sleep to the whisper of his breath as it drifted across her cheek. His fingertips left trails of pleasure on her skin as they traced random patterns across her ivory curves. He had made love to her with delicious urgency. She still felt the lightning that speared through her as he brought her to heaven. She felt cherished and replete. The heat of his body was warm against her back. The sheets were tangled around their feet. She heard him murmur her name. She smiled and opened her eyes. Love and desire shone from their remarkable blue depths. She reached up to cup his face and kissed him. His name emerged as a sigh, colored with happiness and joy. "Tristan."
