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Night

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The night has covered the place with its halo of attenuated light, and the room is now amidst the illusion of penumbra and the lamp's weak luminescence that slips through the slits of the blinds.

I've risen but a moment ago, freeing myself from the iron embrace you've had me under since we made love recently. I watch you, standing up by the door's frame leading to the bathroom; you rest, laying down on the bed, your silvery hair extended across your back. Your breathing tells me of your calm slumber, and I find that picture to be greatly at odds with the lingering sensations in my body. You, pushing yourself inside me. You, gasping for air on my ear. You, repeating my name, holding yourself somehow in the middle of the orgasm.

I sigh, turn off the bathroom's light and start towards the bed. Once there, I lift the sheets covering you and slip in-between, seeking your warmth. You then protest in your sleep, docile, as I find place straddle on top of you, not allowing you to move an inch.

"Kagome." You mutter, and try to turn around.

"Don't." I request in a whisper, as my hands trace the muscles on your back, massaging them without really thinking.

My fingers take pleasure from their tension, and I delight myself in the softness of your skin. I lean my body towards yours, and get surprised by the warmth sensation of your back against my nipples. I sigh, and you move your leg, caressing mine, while your features remain shaded by the silvery curtain that is your hair, or maybe it's just the night, your skin's scent or the charge of intimacy woken by sex. I don't know. Yet it seems to me the most sensual vision I've had, and my chest gets filled with fathomless love. I lay on you, settling my lips on your skin to leave an intense kiss, in hopes of telling you what I feel. One of your hands gets mixed with the strands with your hair, manifesting the pleasure you are feeling, while the other intertwines with one of mine, the one resting on the pillow in an act of possession and deep bonding.

My mind becomes filled with you, of the sensations you leave on my skin and of the emotions blossoming with every new touch, adding to the ones we've already created to shape a space I can only define as ours.

You sigh, seeking my gaze, and soon I glimpse that golden of your eyes through the silvery strands. I smile, resting my cheek on your shoulder, leaving a soothing caress on your hair. The hand you set on mine tightens, and you moist your lips in a slow gesture that invites a kiss. I draw near, and my whole body rests a bit more against yours. My eyes close as I touch your lips, and a thought manages to take form... if I could wish for something to be constant throughout the rest of my life, it'd be the warmth of your skin against mine.

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A/N

An instant inspired by a beautiful illustration made by LEN: "Night."

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I hope you've enjoyed the tale, and the art.

Kisses,

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart