For the most part, there's three forms of sex that I'm aware of. There's the sex that's purely about the physical act (commonly known as fucking), there's the sex that's all about the love you feel for another and expressing it to the fullest (hence the term 'making love'), then there's the unfortunate middle child, investing at least some emotions to heighten the pleasure, but not enough for it to really have any lasting emotional meaning (simply called 'having sex', a term that's as broad and vague as the form associated with it). Most of the men I've talked to don't prefer to make love. Either they don't think it's worth the effort, or they don't care. I'm not sure if I hate them or pity them.

I picked her up and carried her in my arms out of the living room and up the stairs to our bedroom. She wrapper her arms around my neck and snuggled against my chest and I could feel her breath on me. I felt so calm and peaceful, as if those horrible feelings had never happened. I led her through the bedroom door and her breathing had become very soft and even. I thought she might have gone to sleep, but when I laid her down, she was looking up at me smiling. I climbed into bed next to her and we both embraced each other and kissed each other. For a long time, that's all we did and it was enough.

Then I felt her hand glide in between us while the other moved down my back. They both grabbed my pants and underwear together and tugged at them, slowly but surely bringing then down around my thighs. With a strong thrust, I moved myself closer to her and felt her body tense up as she gasped. With a last, strong tug, she had taken off my pants and threw them aside. She held me close and pushed her hips into me with a desperate need and I heard her emit a small moan. Then she moved her self onto her knees and tugged at me to follow. As I got on my knees she pushed herself away and spread her legs laying down before me, arching her back in a graceful stretch. I gripped her hips and slid her up on my legs and up to my waist. She wrapped her legs around me as she brought her body right up to mine in a beautiful movement like a ballerina. She stared into my eyes with an animal lust and her hair hung wild about her and over her face. Her breath was heavy and quick. We both kissed each other and she wrapped her arms around my neck and I held my hands about her waist.

I moved my hand over the ripped shorts she'd been wearing and then up to her shirt. It was tugged underneath the short and I gripped the folds and pulled it out. With each tug she gave a small excited squeak. My hands worked at a frenzied pace, yanking the shirt from out of the shorts. When it was done, there was no longer anything to stop me from bringing my hands down on the bare skin of her waist. As I did, I heard her gasp again and her breathing became harder and our kisses became deeper and longer. My hands explored her stomach and abdomen and as they explored higher and higher, the shirt followed, so that as I reached to cup her breasts, her torso could be fully seen. She wasn't wearing a a bra, she rarely did. My hands moved up, messaging her shoulders and slowly gliding across each arm towards her hands. As they did, she stopped kissing me and let herself fall backwards slowly, arching her back so that she seemed like a contortionist. Every curve and muscle on her body was suddenly made clear for me to see as she breathed. The shirt fell off of her and her upper body was naked before me. She seemed to glow.

I leaned forward and kissed her stomach and my arms wrapped around her lower back for support. I heard her suddenly cry out in a high pitched gasp and she fought to control her breath again. My hands caressed and explored her lower back, running over all the slight hills and valleys that defined her and soon they came upon her shorts once again. I leaned back away from her and brought my hands around and to her front. I began to undo her pants button and unzip her fly at the same time. She brought her arms behind her for support and looked down at what I was doing and her breaths slowly quickened. They were undone and I tugged at the shorts quickly. Celes then lay down on her back and brought her hands over mine and held them there against her crotch for a moment before pushing them away. Then, with the finesse of a gymnast she unlocked her legs from around me and brought them together in front of me, pointing directly up into the air. She grabbed her denims and brought them over her bottom and thighs and then slowly moved her legs down over her upper body and then they were tossed away. All she had on were her panties.

"I want you to take them off." She breathed softly. Her eyes looked at me with gentleness.

My hands slowly and gently gripped each leg and ran down them, feeling the skin on her calves, then her thighs, then her buttocks. They came across the panties and I held them there for what could have been an eternity. Then I pulled them down with my palms, as if afraid to touch her skin. It was a very slow process, but Celes was reveling in every second of it. Finally, I pulled them from her feet and let them drop from my hands. Celes quickly wrapped her legs around me once again as got off my knees and brought my body over her. I stopped there and hovered over her. We were both naked now, there were no more barriers. A sweat drop fell from my nose. I was breathing slowly, but erratically. I stared into her face and could not believe that something so beautiful could be real. She looked up at me with an expression that could only be described as pure love.

"I love you. I love you so much." Her whisper was as soft as velvet, but it rang in my ears and my soul. I brought my body down on her and entered her in one rush.

"Oh!"

Her entire body grabbed me. Her legs suddenly held me down into her and her arms were around my back with her hands fiercely gripping my shoulders. Her back arched and her stomach and chest pressed against mine. I felt my mind slip into a beautiful place I cannot describe. We made love.

Something happened to me that had never happened before, and that I can't really describe. I can only say that what happened was like every poem ever written about love and every dream that had come true. I lost my senses to her. Sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, I was no longer aware of them, only her. Not how she looked, but how she felt. It was like I didn't need my senses to tell me what she was feeling anymore. I was then truly a part of her, of her being. Her emotions were my emotions, her needs were my needs, and her desires were my desires, and we desired each other. We need each other. I needed her.