Quatre
& Usagi (hentai
scene) (By Tora-chan for
Pokahydee)
Usagi watched as Quatre raised his hand and slowly began to caress her
delicate cheek. She was enraptured by his gaze, so loving, warm and pure. Her
hand rose from her side and brushed the platinum blonde bangs from out of his
eyes. It stopped momentarily at his temple then it glided slowly to cup his
cheek. Her thumb proceeded to explore the contours of his features. Quatre
quickly grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. She closed her eyes and
shuddered in delight.
Her
eyes opened once again and within them shone desire. Pure, unadulterated
desire. Quatre's eyes reflected the same emotions in his mesmerising gaze.
Quatre
then slowly, so slowly, lowered his head to claim her slightly parted lips to
seek and find her tongue, stroking it sensuously with his own. Usagi's arms
floated upward to encircle his neck, her fingers weaving through the thick,
silky depths of his
hair. She urged his mouth harder onto hers.
She
didn't think. Couldn't think. Didn't want to think. She only wanted feel, to
give full rein to the passion and emotions flowing through her.
Quatre
shifted his weight on top of her without breaking the kiss, catching his weight
on his forearms. Usagi could feel his arousal heavy against her, a promise of
what he would bring to her as a man.
She
savoured the taste of his mouth, his aroma of fresh air, soap and the musky
scent of building desire. She heard the rumble of want escape from low in his
chest, and rejoiced in the knowledge that he wanted her as much as she wanted
him.
Her
breasts ached to be caressed by his strong yet gentle hands. Her femininity
pulsed with heat, the flames licking through her. A whimper of need fluttered
in her throat.
Quatre
tore his mouth from hers to draw a rough breath.
"I
want to join with you. To make love to you." he said.
"Oh
Quatre!," breathed Usagi. "I do want you so much. I've changed since
you came to my life. I do have the courage to live for the moment, our moment!"
Quatre
looked at her, simply looked at her. The intensity of his desire was there or
her to see and believe in. Usagi trembled.
He
shifted off her, and with hands not quite so steady, they removed their
clothes.
They
discovered. They rejoiced in the beauty of each other, the perfection, the
wondrous differences that made Usagi, woman and Quatre, man. They burned with
the want and need to mesh their bodies into one entity.
Quatre
stretched out once again next to Usagi, then kissed her deeply once more.
Discovery.
With
hands and lips they journeyed, explored the mysteries the other's body
revealed, then cherished each other as precious treasures. Tastes, textures,
aromas, all mingled together. Desire built to a fever pitch.
"Quatre,"
Usagi whispered. "Please."
"It
is time," He said quietly. "Our time. From this moment, for the we
hold in our hands"
He
moved over her then, catching his weight again on his forearms.
"Usagi."
"I'm
yours, Quatre."
He
entered her body, the moist heat receiving him, welcoming him, all of him. For
a long moment he was still, as they savoured.
Then
slowly at first, the tempo began, the dance, the ritual as old as mankind,
yet new and their alone.
Usagi
matched Quatre's rhythm in exact synchronization, lifting her hips to meet him,
clinging on to the taut muscles of his arms.
Harder.
Faster. Pounding in cadence that stole their breath and caused their hearts to
race.
It
was ecstasy.
It
was beyond description in its splendor, a union like nothing either had ever
known. They no longer knew where their own body stopped and the other's began.
They were truly one, joined.
The
tension grew in tightening coils deep within them, swirling, churning. Creating
a near-pain so exquisite it brought the name of the other to their lips in awe
and wonder.
On
and on. Discovering, discovering. Higher. Hotter.
Then.........
"Oh
Quatre!!!"
Usagi
was flung into glorious oblivion. Shattered into a million pieces, each as
vibrantly colored as the wild flowers had been. She called his name over and
over, clinging to him with a grip far greater than her normal strength.
Seconds
later he joined her there, as his life's force spilled from him into her,
granting his release from passion's hold. He threw his head back with a roar of
masculine pleasure. He, too, saw the multitude of colors.
They
hovered there as the last rippling spasms swept through their bodies. They
began to drift slowly down, into the welcoming sea of fragrant, bright flowers,
then further yet to come to a reality encased in a hazy, sensual mist.
His
strength spent, Quatre collapsed against Usagi, then instantly rolled onto his
back, taking her with him. She stretched out on top of his glistening body,
nestling her head in the crook of his neck.
Neither
spoke.
Thoughts
that might have become words floated lazily into their minds, then were
dismissed, none adequate to describe what they had just shared.
So
no words were spoken.
But
they knew.
Then
both bodies cooled and heartbeats quieted. Usagi shifted reluctantly off of
Quatre but stayed close to his side. He encircled her with one arm, wanting her
there.
"Oh
Quatre," she finally whispered. He kissed her on the forehead.
"Yes,
I know." Minutes ticked by and the sweet bliss of peaceful slumber began
to drift over them.
Soon
they fell asleep within each other's arms.