It had all started with lonesomeness, that much was undeniable. Both on the micro and macro level, it started with lonesomeness. She was no stranger to it, had spent a grand portion of her short life feeling the unyielding sting of isolation, but on that particular night, at that particular moment, the sensation had boiled over, making the bed feel larger somehow until it seemed to encompass the entirety of oceans.

Listening to the quiet hum of his breath, she rolled closer, her hand alighting upon his chest. His arm was around her, fitting behind her shoulder, his fingers light against her back. Careful not to wake him, she pressed the pads of her fingers to his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat thrum beneath her own pulse. Startling her, he sighed, his hand rubbing softly at her shoulder. Though she wanted to ask, she got the distinct impression that she hadn't woken him, that he had already been awake. His hand brushed at her over the fabric of her bed clothes, gentle and warm and entirely more meaningful than he intended it to be. Moving closer, she rested her head on his chest, listening to the thrum of his heartbeat.

Quietly, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Trouble with sleeping was one of the few things they had in common, although admittedly he had been on the edge of sleep before she had pulled him back.

He was perpetually shocked at just how small she was, how delicate and warm and entirely tiny. He tightened his grip, feeling her reciprocate the gesture with a twitch of her fingers against his naked chest, warm and soft on his skin. Her hair fanned out behind her, silken in the dark, fragrant and lovely and ever intoxicating.

Burrowing against his neck, she planted a soft kiss on his warm skin, listening to his contented sigh. Pushing her luck further, desperately lonely and reluctant to let her only company fall back asleep, she began tracing indolent circles against him, trying to convince herself of his fragile reality. His hand tightened behind her reflexively, a hum building in his throat as his fingers rolled over her, steadying his grip. She kissed the scraggly edge of his jaw, rough and unshaven, his pulse quickening beneath her hand. Again she kissed him,his shaking breath pulling his muscles taunt beneath her touch. Slowly, horribly slowly, she pushed herself up, hovering her lips above his, waiting only long enough to feel his quaking breath against her mouth, and then she was kissing him, his hands coming up behind her, resting against her back. His fingers wandered up her ribs, slid over her neck, tangled into her hair before tracing down the contour of her spine. Reaching blindly, she slid her leg over him, his hips warm against her thighs.

Running his hands over her, rubbing at her lower back, he let the fabric fold within his hands, noting with a certain thrill that she was wearing one of his shirts. Tenderly, he ran his hands up beneath the hem, clutching at her bare skin. She pressed down against him, deepening the kiss, the frustrating warmth of her body flooding him with desire. Her hands moved to the sides of his jaw, keeping him in place, firmly and devoutly beneath her delicious weight. Ever curious, one of her hands wandered back down to his chest, tracing his skin with all of the kindness he didn't deserve. He felt her legs, strong and warm against his sides, and then he was tracing his hands up her spine, trying to pull her down, down, down into his wicked gravity. Ever obstinate, she leaned back, the dark obscuring her features, and then there was the pale glow of naked skin as she crossed her arms, pulling off the shirt. Unable to stop himself, he ran his hands up her hips, over her ribs, firmly holding her as if at any moment now, she would disappear. Tracing the silhouette of her figure, he brought a hand to her neck, pulling her back down to him, certain that if he were to die, it should be from drowning in her grace. Already greedy for more of the small heavens he had been afforded, he kissed her lips. She let him, opening her mouth, sighing as he cupped her breast in his open palm, his fingers closing over her, softly digging into the sensitive skin, his other arm circling the small of her back. She gasped, shivering as his lips moved down, his warm tongue firm beneath her jaw, but said nothing, only sighing as he continued, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake until he was catching her breast in his mouth. A delightful whine escaped her as he scraped against her with his teeth, still tenderly kneading the other in his hand.

She felt her hips move of their own accord, hoping for friction enough for release. Still working over her breast with his greedy tongue, he pinched at her skin, smirking as he earned a gasp, but then he was kissing her again, and that was all that mattered. His hands wandered to her hips, pulling at the backs of her thighs, and then his hand was spilling between her legs, brushing at her above the fabric. She clung to him, her fingers taunt to the sides of his face as she pushed her tongue beneath his teeth, her need only building with the now steady pressure pressing stiff against her leg.

His breath hissed out in an almost-groan as his nails dug into her. The dark covered them, hid her away from all the wickedness he brought upon her. Once again, he wished he could touch her without feeling guilty, could love her without the emotion sitting as a weight in his chest. And then she was slipping off of him, moving between his legs, tugging at his pants. As she straightened up, he heard the unmistakable sound of fabric pulling against skin, and his breath very nearly escaped him. But then, no, she was still here, her thin leg pressing to the inside of his knee as she leaned forward to kiss his lips. Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her forward, lifting the leg caught between hers, the warmth of her rich and heady against him. All he wanted was to be closer to her; to keep her here, with him, within his arms.

She wondered what he thought, if he thought at all. Perhaps it wasn't all so complicated for him. At any rate, the moment was blissfully quiet-no pretenses, no bargains. The naked skin of his body pressed up against hers, making her desire whine in the back of her throat. But no, his touch was soft, his hands brushing over her as if she were more wisp than person, tucking her hair back behind her ears. When he rolled his hips up against her, it was a joined movement, a choreographed sentiment. Taking her face into his hands, he kissed her with all of the gentleness she had never known, all warm, pulsing need. She could feel every bit of his rigid arousal against her belly, but he didn't insist, didn't do anything except kiss her, and that he did well.

He could have spent an eternity against her lips, but she pulled back first, her quick breath warm on his face. He pecked softly at her lips again, drunk off of the sublime softness of her. The quiet amplified every sound, made the room an echochamber of every stuttering breath he took in when she moved against him, perfectly warm and temptingly sturdy. Desperately he tried to think of something to say, anything that would free the burden of his heart without desecrating this moment. As if reading his thoughts, she traced her thumb against his lips, even their closeness masked by the darkness of the room, a silent, terrifying moment wherein he was sure he would make a fool of himself, and then she was slipping her leg out from between his, straddling him again.

Taking her hand in his own, he kissed her palm, her fingers, her wrist. The gesture was kind-unnecessarily gentle but still genuine. She kissed him once more, and then bracing herself against the bed, she moved down over him. The blankets balled in her fingers as she whimpered, feeling every bit of the warm pressure of him inside her. He groaned as he penetrated her, her movements reluctantly slow until his entire length was inside her. Arching her back, she let his hands glide over her hips, moving her as he thrust. She moaned quietly, feeling her guilt-wracked bliss rise with each movement.

He lay flat on his back, trying to absorb every beautiful part of her riding him, moaning softly, her thighs warm against him, her arched back and luminescent skin quickly becoming the most wonderful thing he had ever seen. And yet, every time a whimper leaked from between her teeth, it was all he could do not to surround her with his arms, proclaim his love over and over until she believed it. Sliding his hands up to her waist, he pressed himself inside her, measuring the sounds of her breaths, wanting very much for her to come undone for him. Catching her face between his hands, he pulled her down, kissing her, holding her mouth to his lips, grateful when her tongue slipped between his teeth. Lacing his hands behind her, he endeavored to hold her against himself as best he could, wanting her chilled skin to glow in the warmth of his ready protection.

Tracing over her body, he dragged a hand along her leg, letting his nails brush over her skin, and then he was tucking his thumb against her, rubbing at the crux between her legs. She felt her breath catch as her knuckles went white, the sudden static buzzing overtaking her entirely. She kissed him needingly, simultaneously wanting immediate release while hoping this wonderful almost-perfection would continue indefinitely. He kissed her lips softly, his touch firm on her feverish skin. Steadily, he thrust inside her, his joints tight with almost-release. She fought the urge to moan his name, not wanting to speak into the previously wordless silence, but as he stroked her, it became harder and harder to resist.

All he wanted was to hold her forever, to keep her safe in his arms, warm in his grasp. He wanted her to stay forever beside him, to let him bring her to pleasure, pile gifts upon gifts upon her, languishing under this crushing and insensible emotion. He wanted her to say she wanted him, to say his name, to admit any affection at all, but still she remained, a monument to his distress. Clutching at her, he thrust more sturdily inside her, overcome with the desperate bliss of her general proximity. He kissed her, kissed her irreverent lips over and over until he had kissed himself breathless, gasping for air, her name a deep rumble in his chest, a prying, clawing thing that he could not evade.

Her breath suddenly heavy with her climax, her thighs tightened against his sides. He gasped as she tensed, her forehead pressing to his neck, open lips letting her teeth skirt against his bare shoulder. He was vaguely aware of the sweat on his body, wondered if she cared or if it was cold enough that it didn't make a difference. He, for his own part, wanted every bit of her, wished he could be lucky enough to be the breath that lived upon her lips. She groaned her climax against his naked skin, and the knowledge of her pleasure rippled through him like the world's most satisfying lightening; electric and pulsing and so very, very alive. He wondered if telling her he loved her would cheapen the sentiment.

When he came, it was with hands tight against her hips, holding her down against him, the division of their bodies negligible. He was a distracted lover; all wandering fingers, a perpetually wanting man, always after what he didn't have. But in this moment he stayed, groaned his climax against the side of her face, pulling her closer, closer. Her hands were caught between their bodies against his chest, a seam of sweat the only distinction between flushed skin on skin. She wanted to be consumed in this, wanted to live forever in this moment where his fingers danced in her hair, brushed it back, caressed her lovingly. For a brief, stuttering moment, she wished he did love her, wished he was capable. She wanted to be wanted, and as he engulfed her in his embrace, she wanted him to be the one who wanted her.

Gently, she maneuvered back beside him, tucking herself beneath his arm. He continued to stroke her hair, completely undone by everything that she was. Did she know the torment she caused him? Nevermind- he'd much rather her protected comfort. Trying not to push his luck, he kissed her forehead, grateful when she leaned in, wrapping an arm about him again.

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Sorry for the late update! I haven't had a signal all day. Hopefully this makes up for it. As always, let me know what you're thinking/hoping/hating. I adore hearing from y'all Cheers