He doesn't waste time looking at her. He doesn't stop and stare at her body, her fair skin, the tiny freckle near her belly button and the one on her right breast, the scars years of fighting left on her thighs and arms and chest, oh the scar on her chest, something ugly that shouldn't be so pretty.
He doesn't pay attention to the way her body moves, and he doesn't tell her how gorgeous he thinks she is. This isn't a movie. And she doesn't mind because she's not good with words, they're always so messy on her lips, so out of line and rushed and sometimes they leave her hanging, leave her choking, these words.
She searches for his hand, he's kissing her neck, she brings him closer, guides his hand to her, between her legs, and she's wet and warm and he knows what she wants so he does it, he touches her, he teases her clit first and listens as she sighs and closes her eyes.
He keeps kissing her neck, kissing the spot he knows she loves, and he caresses her and when he gets her moaning and saying his name, he presses against her so she can feel how hard he is, he presses against her and slips two fingers in, and she holds his wrist as his fingers pump in and out of her, she holds his wrist and helps him move and that drives him out of his mind because here she is, wanting him, and her hair is down and falling on her face, getting stuck on her lips, and it's such a bright color now, such a bright blond and he finds himself pulling his hand back, slipping his fingers out of her and picking her up, moving her away from the wall and on to the bed.
He kicks off his pants, the rest of their clothes already on the floor, and she looks at his cock and then at him and he feels like he's going to drown or pass out or go insane because that's how much he wants her, that's how much he loves her, so he kisses her good, kisses her real good, parts her legs, holds his cock and guides himself into her, closes his eyes and trembles when the head gets past, and he holds it there, waits just a moment before going all the way in. He delights himself with the way she gasps, the way she smiles once he starts moving, once he starts thrusting, she smiles and smiles and smiles and he's big and thick and they're fucking, they are fucking, and he's being rough and selfless and she's being loud and careless but they're in love, oh they're so in love, he can't look at her without adoration in his eyes, he can't stop kissing her, he can't stop fucking her, he can't stop having her, and she can't stop saying his name, can't stop throwing her arms around his neck and letting him take her, she can't stop.
And when they come (she's first, arching her back and breaking away from a kiss to moan and scream), when it's over, he stays inside her until they catch their breaths, and then he slips out and rolls to her side and brings her to him, her head on his chest as he tucks her hair behind her ears and stares at the ceiling, and she touches a scar on his belly with her fingertips, when that happens he thinks they can always save each other.