:Lust:
It was a quiet nights, the desert sands sitting innocently surrounding the ship. Full moon, cloudless night, it was perfect. Bu it was far from quiet in Murrue Ramius's room, for on top of her was a disheveled Mu La Flaga. He was allover her, pleasing her, arousing her. Their night was going to be far from quiet.
He showered her with kisses, unconsciously slipping a hand under her blouse to cup her breast, not realizing it until he heard her moan. He unzipped her blouse ripping it from her body and throwing it on the floor. She was holding his body against hers, fingers running through his hair, lipstick smeared.
She let him rid her of her shirt, her skirt long gone. She raised her knees up to pull down his pants and boxers, ready for what he had in store for her. Both caught in the heat of their kisses neither noticed what exactly they were doing until they stopped for air interrupting their passionate make out session.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," She breathed.
He pushed down on her causing a moan to emit from her throat. Her breaths turned into gasps as the bed shifted this way and that, trying to keep up with their movements. She dug her nails into his back as she felt her legs wrap around his waist. She almost screamed when their exchange went over the top. She didn't cry out in pain, she cried out in pure pleasure in the midst of their undying passion that she thought would kill her.
Not long after that he collapsed on top of her breathing heavily, sweating all over. He let his head rest on her chest wile she ran a hand through his hair to relax him. They fell asleep like that, him in her arms, her hand resting on his head, holding him for dear life, as if he were about to disappear forever.
Even though the passion had ended, they were both still drunk with the lust that pulled them both under by the wrist so long ago.
:wow…just wow…that's all I have to say…drop me a review…and would someone please call the authorities…lithiumflower has just crossed the line...but there is nothing better than that:
