Chloe curls her legs around Clark's back, opening herself fully to him; allowing him to have her completely. With every inch he travels, she feels herself fall deeper for him, overtaken with emotions far beyond any she has ever experienced. Not only are their bodies intertwined, her soul has become enraptured with his, and she cannot help but feel she will never again be complete without a part of him with her.
With her curious fingers, she explores his skin, feeling his muscles tense as they flex with the rhythm of his body. Beads of sweat cover their skin, reflecting the light of the enchanting moon who seems to be successful this night in creating mischief.
She hears a gasp, one so foreign, and full of delight that it's hard to believe it's from her own mouth. Yet, over and over again his touch thrills her to such extremes she cannot contain herself, the swirling blackness of pleasure blinding her, sending shivers down
her spine to the tips of her toes. If she hadn't inherited the bad habit of biting her nails she might have some to plunge into his flesh to punctuate her pleasure like she's seen in so many movies with moments like this, but even without the ecstasy induced clawgasm, there can be no
mistaking that Clark has the ability to please her.
The climax of excitement leaves them both breathless, yearning to cling to each other; melting into one another as the cool air fills their lungs with a renewed realization of what happiness is. Tenderly, Clark sweeps her damp bangs from her forehead, kissing her softly for the beautiful gift she has just given him.
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A small flame flickers in the darkness, playfully dancing upon the hint of chill sweeping across the earth. Chloe stands against the wind, swaddling herself tight in her jacket, fearing the bitterness of winter looming about will steal more than just the colored leaves of autumn. Chloe gazes at her reflection in the small pond, still questioning if all of this is real. Just as quickly as she confirms her reality a slight breeze summons ripples over the water, erasing her image from this place it seems she does not belong.
Clark lays beneath the trees, shadowed by the hammock of branches, lost in the abyss of his subconscious. Chloe, unable to rest, had watched Clark sleep, mesmerized by the beautiful way the moonlight beams off his skin. For what seemed like hours she could still feel him within her. With every gentle breath, he comforted her, soothing her by just being at peace by her side. Softly her fingers caressed his lips, being rewarded over and
over again by his tranquil, sleeping smile. But the most precious were those moments when she laid with her head on his chest, hypnotized by the beats of his kind heart, secretly fearing how soon she would feel her own break.
How hard it was to stand, and take those few steps away from him. Now although just a stone's throw away, she knows how far she's yet to go, and her heart aches to think of how quickly the sun will rise.
Yes, it's killing her to turn her back to him, walk away from the blissfulness of these waning moments before dawn, yet, how much more would it hurt if she was the one to awaken all alone?
Until now, the snap of cold failed to knock down the walls the two young lovers had built around them, hoping to stop time. The warmth of their kisses, the heat of their desire enrapturing them into a world where it seemed nothing could steal them away from each other. Clark and Chloe seized their moment of passion; they had stolen a season. But even before the harsh light of morning has a chance to illuminate the reality of their situation, Chloe begins assuming the worst, her heart already grieving for that which she has yet to lose.
How different the world appears now that she has felt the euphoria of a dream come true, but how hard it is to wake from it.