Waking: John
A drabble of 100 words
By December21st
Warning: Sexual situations.
Elizabeth woke. She was immediately aware of the decidedly male presence snuggled against her. Memories skittered back – they'd been in the village on M3X-278. There had been a feast last night, with an old woman muttering something about destiny. Then … a haze of incense, the smell of overripe oranges, and suddenly she and John were stumbling towards his room. Knowing they shouldn't but unable to stop. Shedding clothes, they'd spent what seemed like hours exploring lips and fingers and bodies, entwined in a fiery passion. Now John stirred at her side, and with his touch, she was lost …