The Word of Your Body: Spring Awakening
(It's a bit NSFW. Let me know if you think I should move the rating up.)
She's everything.
He kisses her lips, her neck, her collar bone. Bruce lingers on her breasts and revels in the gasps and moans that ass her lips. Raven hair tickles his hands as he ran his hands down her arms. Her soft skin tasted like honey and smells like sugar. The reality is so much better than his fantasies.
She moans his name when his hands rest on her hips. He's so close to where she wants him but not giving her those last few inches. His fingertips graze the elastic of her underwear and she threads her hands in his hair. The urge to shove his hands where she wants them is increasing by the moment.
His thumbs caress her thighs as he nips just under her navel. The arch in her back tells him he's heading in the right direction so he continues his torturous assault. His method survives for another ten seconds before she flips him onto his back, her impatience winning out.
Scars litter his chest and arms. She strokes each one as she straddles his hips. Old and new bruises stick out against his pale skin even in the dim moonlight. She feels his heart pick up with a grind of her hips against his. With a few precise bites to his shoulder she adds a bruise to his collection. She can feel his smile when she soothes the mark with her tongue.
They communicate without words. The listen to each other's bodies and feel the old wounds heal.