Burning
They were explosive together, mouths fusing in kisses that should have sparked fires, bodies coming together in a rhythm as instinctive as breathing. His body sheltered hers from the outside world, hands sliding to round hips, soft breasts, delicate shoulders.
"Go-Gordo!" Lizzie gasped softly, a blush turning her cheeks pink as he slid one hand down her body, stroking swiftly. Her own hands found narrow hips, smooth chest, a strong back to cling to.
When the world fell to pieces as they burned together, Lizzie was still clinging to her best friend, Gordo was holding her just as tightly.