Battle
The dream all ways started the same way, desperate, frantic, and impatient.
Their lips crashed together desperately, eager to clash in the new found battle field. His hands moved to her hair. Her hands moved to his neck. Their tongues fought with a ferocity that could only be matched by the other. The room began to fill with moans, pleas, and whimpers. As each side sought for a victory over the other. The dream only stopped when they took a breath. Then it would start all over again.
Their lips crashed together desperately…
I'm not really sure what ship this is, but when I was writing it I kind of imagined Zutara.
-Alina
