t h e r m o d y n a m i c s
by bulletproof (bulletproof_android@yahoo.com)
characters owned by joss whedon.
CHLOE: No, it's all because of sex.
VALENTINE: Really?
CHLOE: That's what I think. The universe is deterministic all right, just like Newton said,
I mean it's trying to be, but the only thing going wrong is people fancying people who
aren't supposed to be part of the plan.
VALENTINE: Ah. The attraction that Newton left out.
- extract from Tom Stoppard's play, 'Arcadia'.
And as I am so deeply embedded in her, I can feel her heat flowing into me, her love redeeming me. I feel her strength and her lust splashing through my veins, peppering the ice that has frozen there.
Her breathy cries flutter about my skin, edging me further, further than I had ever been before. The thin restraint that I had clung to was now recklessly abandoned, tumbling head first into the raw desire which she could invoke with but a touch of her fingertips.
I could hear her calling my name, crying it to the heavens, the small room shielding us from the harsh, cold elements that tried in vain to break into our coccoon.
Her head lolls, eyes blind to the world as I invade her universe, digging deep into her psyche, beyond the physical, delving past her insecurities, her fears and gently touching at the edges of her soul.
The light found there was startling, breathtaking, awesome in its power and I could not look away.
I felt her then, clutching desperately at my shoulders, burying her face deep into my neck and I could tell that she was close.
I pushed hard into her, entering her core in every essence of the word, breaking into that light of her soul.
And God, what a feeling.
It rushed over me, submerged me in its purity, I could feel myself drowning in her love.
The light, then, invaded me, shooting into the centre of my soul and spreading like a virus into my entire being.
And here, here in the warmth of her love, her acceptance, in the arms of my goddess, I am completely and utterly happy.
I woke to her curious eyes staring down at my face.
"Hi." she whispered timidly, the tenderness filling me with joy.
"Hi." I returned, raising myself up to a sitting position, taking her in my arms as we moulded together, hard and soft, sitting quietly, enjoying each other's presence.
"Do you... do you feel different?" Buffy asked in a small voice, filled with childlike wonder.
"Completely." I replied, pressing a kiss into her golden hair.
"Good." I could hear the smile in her voice.
She turned in my arms to face me, "Last night... I thought I could see into your soul."
I kissed her gently, murmuring into her mouth, "Me too."
I pulled away, then, taking her hand into mine and placing it on my chest, mumbling softly, "I can feel you in me."
The girl in my arms broke into a brilliant grin, throwing her arms around my neck, whispering, "Me too." before pulling me down, on top of her as our mouths melded.
And it was true, every word. My soul, my once lost and homeless soul, was now deeply rooted by hers within me, never to break away, even if it wanted to.
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