A/N: In 1826 the astronomer Olbers asked "Why is the sky dark?" There are infinite stars in infinite directions, so why is there any dark spots??? The answer- there just has not been time since the big bang for light to fill the universe.
Thanks Matt. :-D
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Take me down... six underground...
She fell into him and didn't complain when he kissed her hard. Let his tongue slip between her lips and stroke hers harshly. Harsh, she'd never imagined it harsh.
Funny, neither had he.
She hadn't meant to pant into his mouth but she did. He didn't mean to groan when she released that hot breath, but he did. And it took both of them by force. He pressed her into the wall and continued to kiss her.
Abandon couldn't even describe it.
I'll take whatever you're giving, not enough...
His hands in her hair as he screamed at himself to stop. Impossible was the word that would have described him halting but his brain couldn't formulate even the most basic of words then, to stop him.
Her hands were no help, trailing up his sides, so slowly, that if his lips weren't otherwise occupied, he would had bit her, somewhere. Under, on his skin, her nails scratched a blazing red path of his ribs and at that moment he didn't care that he was a bit overweight.
Her teeth bit into the skin of his lip and he bled, straight into her mouth, but she wouldn't stop pulling on him. At him, making him cover her in his heat.
Calm me down, bring it round…The bedroom, low light.
He slowed his movements when he had bared her skin. With a sigh and a smile he attacked her neck, breastbone, hipbone, all with an eager, elated mouth. If reality hadn't served to cement him so, he was sure he'd be flying by that point.
A hungry man, a thirsty man, with a banquet before him, he feasted on the warm skin, and continued only when he elicited a response from her. His lips climbed higher and connected with hers again.
Fantastic when she roughly shoved him onto his back and straddled his torso, kissing him more heatedly than he'd expected. He was utterly wax, melting into the sheets.
Above him, a wicked smile spread, almost patronizing. In control, she was in control and she liked it, it turned her on.
Talk me down, safe and sound…Too strung up to sleep.
But he took it back, flipping her once more, hair splaying across the pillow as she fell. The grin still remained and he realized that the reason for it was simply because he was the one with her.
He was there, with her. Mind and, dear god, body.
Both of them, at the same time, feeling so amazing that she feared she might suffer from sensory overload. There he was, making conscious movements across the plains of her stomach, without so much as a word.
Wear me out, scream and shout…
Swear my time's never cheap.
She called out when he came to her, hands in her hair, lips on her neck. Body to body, a frantic, yet calm rocking. Two people, synchronized.
Truly, she didn't expect him to take the time to kiss her, to make sure that her eyes were open and watching him. That she was being pleasured, that she was being loved.
She couldn't help it, she called out his name when it happened and he laughed and collapsed on top of her, sated and surprised.
I fake my life like I've lived…
Too much.
He rolled over into her, taking her midsection in his hand, scooting her back on the bed to meet him in slumber.
The words came then, spilled over his lips as he teetered on the precipice between dreams and reality. "Love you."
And for some reason, the words didn't shock her as she thought they might.
The one thing that surprised her was… he wasn't gone in the morning.
I'm open, to falling from grace.