continuation...
Water, there is a ringing, an awful compression extending from my chest, to my limbs, down my torso, and up my spine, heading in all directions; my mind feels dizzied as the ocean. Her kiss envelops me. I could not say up from down, left from right; what lurks in these depths, I do not know. I grasp reflexively at her back, desperately seeking stability. I... have never before felt so bitterly vulnerable, exposed, and afraid. Natsuki is truly as vast as the sea, and I am drowning.
She lowers herself, pressing flush against my body. I exhale the breath I had been holding into her kiss. At this, she smiles. Is she taking pleasure in my tanglement? I long to open my eyes, in search, but would I want for such a question to be answered? Her leg falls heavily between my own creating a pressure that makes me gasp faintly. Yes, she is enjoying this, predatorily. How have the roles changed so seamlessly? I open my eyes, to find her staring deeply into mine. The proximity is asphyxiating, and I turn away.
"Shizuru?" it is a request, and I anxiously oblige. Looking into her earnest, dark eyes, my deepest desire is only to cry. Never before have I felt my heart as I do now. Detached from humanity by a pedestal I willfully have climbed, and yet I find myself pinned by wrenching sincerity. The rivers of my love flow torrentially, and will crash violently, disrupting the ebb and flow of your tides. Oh, my dearest Natsuki, do you know what you ask for? My brows knit at unsaid words. Once again she kisses me, in disregard, as if the aftermath holds no importance. I feel my will bow before her, while her tongue glides along my teeth. Closing my eyes, inviting the endless darkness, I open my mouth to her. Thrusting my hip upward, I dig my nails into her back, pulling her tight to me. She tenses against my yearning, and there is timidity moist on her lips. I dip my tongue into her mouth and her knee jerks. Painfully slowly, our tongues meet, her silky wet flesh playing upon my own, teasing my urgency. All questions have been forgotten and fears set aside, secondary to unadulterated longing.
On forest floor, under a canopy of leaves, moon, and stars, we entwine. Hastily, Natsuki undresses me, and tempts peaks and curves, dips and crevices with fingers, lips, and tongue. Feeling bolder, she straddles, then stands over me, and disrobes. My eyes linger, luxuriating in her unabashed beauty, traveling from powerful calves, to toned thighs, gracing slick warmth, across her lean, milky white stomach, to her soft, pert breasts. Her cheeks a rosy pink hue, endearing herself terribly to me and her eyes, a myriad of emotions, too complex to dissect and divide. She is an aching revival to the cockles of my heart. She descends upon me, and once again, I am lost in a tide, swept to an unpredictable and ravishing sea of green and shades of dark blue. Her ministrations, though unsteady, speak volumes. I give myself to her, fearfully, but willingly, and when the crest comes, it is her name on my lips, over and over, with arms wrapped tightly around her neck, and tears in my eyes. I hold her to my chest as the throbbing of my body subsides, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair.
Torment? Forgiveness? Definitives evade me. Natsuki suddenly squeezes me tightly and nurses on my naked chest like an infant needing only reassurance. Insecurity? Desire? Devotion? My love, I know nothing at all.
Fin.
Author's Notes:
Yeah, this doesn't seem like much a solid completion, but to be fair, I did write this at 4 o'clock
in the morning. And, while I feel I took the pu$$y way out as to depicting the sexual aspects, I also
had to bear in mind the constraints of fanfiction(dot)com's rating system. Maybe when shoujoai(dot)com's
forums come back up, I'll post something racier (teh smex). Who knows?
Still no title for it. Any suggestions?
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little fic. Thanks for reading!
Monikku.