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Moment
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I believe I'd be unable to choose one moment of being with you, to love the most.
If I had to number them chronologically, it could be the moment when I receive a message from you, telling me of your arrival; or, along with it, the moment when I prepare everything so that when you do arrive, you may find a stress-free place that yearns for you. Or, maybe, it's the moment when I see you, across the street, hearing the crystalline sound of your heels on the sidewalk, as I follow your figure getting closer with the haste of one who has a desire.
If I had the define the sensation of being with you, without an order, I'd begin with the moment when I watch how your feverish chestnut brown eyes deepen as I push myself inside you. I think there isn't a more harmonic instant than when I go through the folds of your sex, and you tense up and receive me and sigh and try your hardest to not lose sight of me.
Could there be a better moment than that?
The question lingers in the air, finding no answer.
I narrow my eyes involuntarily, feeling every inch inside you as your fingers dig themselves on my shoulder and your legs wrap my hips, seeking to never let me out. However, I disappoint you, slipping backwards as the sound of your voice becomes a moan of protest, full of such greed it bristles my skin. So I kiss you, then push myself inside, deeply, consuming your breath…
There it is, the next moment I hold so dear.
You, letting yourself be mine.
Then a string of moments passes us by, their boundaries blurred. You, settling over me as I get lost in your movements; your hands, tracing the shape of my body, holding onto it in a demand of closeness and intensity. My own hands brushing a path on your skin, weaving a tapestry of ourselves until we are indissoluble.
"InuYasha"My name, in whispers.
"Kagome" Your name, amidst the quivering.
Our breathing, short and the moist warmth of our bodies conjoined, intertwined, is another of the sensations I manage to feel, in a moment that adds itself to the ones I love the most. However, the one I treasure above them all is the one that brings you into my embrace with a satiated passion, leaving but the love that generated it. It's then when the moment spreads itself, and creates a waterfall of emotions that turn into love.
I love to kiss your forehead, pearled by drops of sweat that are but consequence of letting go. I love to wrap your shoulders and that you don't care that we are still wet from the sex and the heat. I love to sink my fingers in the thick of your hair, and play with the curls at the end of your strands. I love, without a doubt, the way your legs seek to entwine with mine, creating languid caresses that invite us to lay and rest. And, above all, I love the murmur of your voice as you start to fall asleep, whispering right beside my heart the emotion emanating from yours.
I love you.
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A/N
A moment, something that seems to multiply itself in infinite emotions.
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Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
