Chapter Five
"Andare"
Angelina and Fred

The silent reverie seemed to be woven around her mind, thickly embroidered with such detail that she would have chosen this over her own reality. She could feel the mist in the air on her skin, the smell of wild orchids blooming in the breeze as her clothes wrapped softly around her, spiraling the material across her feminine curves.

She could suddenly feel his presence, so familiar that she thought it was a joke of the mind, her yearning for his touch drawing her to the insane brink of veracity. Yet she could faintly smell the acrid scent of sulfur in the air, smoke and spice, a ghost of a hand warm on her abdomen as she was pulled backward.

Not but a moment later she could feel his broad chest at her back, his strength holding her to him with everything he had as he bent his head down to her neck, placing his cheek against hers. She could feel him inhale deeply, nuzzling softly in her long, silken hair as his hands drifted down her arms.

She felt a shiver run through her, a silent sting of electricity in the air as his lips met her neck, grazing her pulse as he continued his hand's path to her hips, pushing her even more tightly against him. She was enveloped by everything he was, every sense twisted into him, every thought, every moment imprinted into her very heart.

He turned her in his arms, the sparkle in his warm eyes just as she remembered, if not greater. They were full of mischief and had a child-like sense to them she had always found amusing. But there was something else, something she hadn't seen before, it was an emotion she couldn't quite grasp, couldn't quite conceive.

Yet at the taste of his lips pressed so delicately to hers, she lost herself again. His lips moved gently against hers, as if he were trying to remember every seam on her lips, every line of her graceful features. She ached, deep in her chest as she felt his hand on her bare skin, so gently, caressing her sides, sliding down her hips. She trembled in his hands, his warm lips curving to her neck, his tongue licking the skin softly.

She rested her hands on the nape of his neck, curling her fingers in the small tufts of orange hair she felt against her knuckles. His arms encircled her waist, bending her into his chest as he claimed her mouth once more, his urgency showing through his gentlemanly pretenses. His lips pressed more roughly to hers, his exploration driving deeper until she finally melted around him, letting him leisurely search her warm mouth as she gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin frantically.

He lifted her gently, her legs circling his waist as she laced her fingers through his hair, her back suddenly curving into the bed behind her. She felt the cool linen against her now bare skin, the fabric curling around her body as his weight joined hers, his hips rolling softly against her own.

She strangled a soft moan, his body filling every dip to hers, fitting so perfectly that her heart throbbed from the pain of his absence. She had missed him, his warmth, his presence so dearly that she thought she were to die once this dream had gone, lived and experienced, a cast away fantasy she would relive every moment she were alive.

He grasped her hips tightly, eliciting a moan from her lips as he pulled her atop him, her legs straddling his waist as she felt herself lower gently onto him.

She cried out, a helpless sound she couldn't help but let break free, a reckless sense hopelessness stretching throughout her veins as she struggled for breath, his heart beating firmly next to hers, their rhythm slowly finding each other until they were completely in sync with one another.

He sat up beneath her, his back at the footboard as the motions caused one long, luscious caress from the inside out, both of them catching their breath slightly at the sensation. He buried his head into her shoulder as her hand extended across the back of his hair, soft against her palm as she held him to her, both of her hands clutching him desperately.

She began to rise on her knees slowly, falling softly back down with each move. His hands still seized her hips, helping her with each thrust as his own hips met hers enthusiastically, a restless search for release as they fought for the edge, the cliff of the precipice she had been facing for so many months, the dooming sensation of being so lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces when the one you want to envision is nowhere to be found.

She cried out once more, primal and raw, her hands digging into his back as she found her release, bright and flaming, coursing her body like liquid fire, but quenched far too fast.

He took her backward, taking his place between her legs as her head found the pillow, his hips moving strongly against hers still, driving the aftermath on and on, the spasms in her muscles causing whimpers to spark from her pink lips.

His thrusts were full of abandon, feral and intense, a flame flickering between them both as a fire began to build, heavy and thick, flowing through them both with ferocity.

Her eyes met his, his hair dampened to his forehead as the moment seemed to prolong itself, too perfect to just let go, yet so rare it happened in only a mere instant.

They both climaxed, their screams roaring into each other as it rippled through them, reverberating off of their bodies and back again, their shallow thrusts driving the pleasure on until they collapsed, sated and unmoving. Perfect.

"Fr-" He shook his head, looking up at her he placed one long finger to her lips.

"Shh." Was all he said, leaning forward to kiss her softly. His lips moved gently into hers, until finding the curve of her jaw line and following it lightly to her ear, his breath warm against the sensitive skin.

"Angelina." His voice caused her to tremble beneath him, his lips placing a small kiss below her jaw before moving to her ear once more, "Wake up."

She sat awake, her eyes wide as her chest began to heave. The light poured in from her window, the curtains shielding the glare as she felt tears begin to well in her eyes, her hands trembling as she struggled for breath, struggled to ease the ache in her heart.

She rolled into her bed, throwing the covers over her vision as she sighed, muting the pain she felt coursing her senses as she concealed the sobs, rocking herself into another blackened sleep, wishing, longing for him to come back to her once again…

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Author's Note: A lot deeper than I intended, a lot more intense than I was thinking. But it's what I wanted to convey, such deep and feral pain, longing. I do hope I got the point across, yet I still hope the sexiness was there, just a bit more intense. I'm quite happy with how it turned out, anyways. Also, I'll be updating all of my fics on my birthday, I've even been thinking of updating Apeirophobia and putting an epilogue in The Night, though I'm still not sure about the epilogue, and Apeirophobia won't be turned into a whole fic, I'm updating anyways. Not to mention The Shop. I'll also be posting a special Infinite Epiphany Chapter I'm writing for myself this time, and a whole new oneshot on it's own. A lot! I know! But it's the Stoner's birthday. See you all, until then.

Requested By: Flameonurass-TruSC, you've been here for me from the beginning. This one's for you, lovely. I do hope you like it, even if it wasn't as sexy as I wanted for you, it came out very meaningful to me...so I do hope you found it enjoyable, in the least.