Her press had become feeble, still clinging at his neck though, with her
weight lifting off the bed as the moments passed. Already petite, Fred felt
light now - lighter - against her darling Wesley.
She shoved him aside to back against the bed head which wobbled from the intensity that Fred came at it. She was slowly going into deliria, and Wes watched. Mumbling incoherencies, it took a good long while before she resided, taking in a sharp breath of a long stroke. It pained her to breathe and see.
Wesley took the silence opportunity to awkwardly brush off his fingers to his palm and remember her touch, but all that came to mind was something cold and absent. Forcefully, her fingers threw themselves onto his face to caress it in a studying manner, clumsily going all over it, then with a lustful pace. Everything broke down in a heartbeat, which were getting weaker on her part.
She spoke with agony, and every word hurt, edging in her throat like razor blades. It cut down the air and slashed Wesley's ears. Really, it was just now a scene of complicity and sorrow, with desperate lovers wishing for times more smooth and ordinary.
"Wesley... baby..."
Taking it all in, she paused, but didn't mean to serve the drama on purpose, though doing it still, hung into his eyes. Her death would be severe and painful, coming at ill-time, both star-crossed again as though cursed.
She would plead for her next request, for how her brain now functioned. The thought of it was warm and easy and clear to her, something that would heal her. Yes! She found a cure!
"You did it for Lilah..."
Both implied the rest and he hushed successive no's, the last one causing an outburst of emotion, welling up his eyes and gripping at her soon lost body very tight against his warmth.
She shoved him aside to back against the bed head which wobbled from the intensity that Fred came at it. She was slowly going into deliria, and Wes watched. Mumbling incoherencies, it took a good long while before she resided, taking in a sharp breath of a long stroke. It pained her to breathe and see.
Wesley took the silence opportunity to awkwardly brush off his fingers to his palm and remember her touch, but all that came to mind was something cold and absent. Forcefully, her fingers threw themselves onto his face to caress it in a studying manner, clumsily going all over it, then with a lustful pace. Everything broke down in a heartbeat, which were getting weaker on her part.
She spoke with agony, and every word hurt, edging in her throat like razor blades. It cut down the air and slashed Wesley's ears. Really, it was just now a scene of complicity and sorrow, with desperate lovers wishing for times more smooth and ordinary.
"Wesley... baby..."
Taking it all in, she paused, but didn't mean to serve the drama on purpose, though doing it still, hung into his eyes. Her death would be severe and painful, coming at ill-time, both star-crossed again as though cursed.
She would plead for her next request, for how her brain now functioned. The thought of it was warm and easy and clear to her, something that would heal her. Yes! She found a cure!
"You did it for Lilah..."
Both implied the rest and he hushed successive no's, the last one causing an outburst of emotion, welling up his eyes and gripping at her soon lost body very tight against his warmth.