Random drabble from a sleepless night
What a night, that night
- 4x07 - The Vault
All she could feel.
Soft, glimmering light from the brief, pointy ends of her mirror, a glimpse in her horizon, a detail.
The cold, harsh stone pressing on her back.
His hands, travelling marvellous paths on her skin.
His smell, deep fragrance of pine and home.
His tongue, dancing with hers.
His soul, her other half.
All he could feel.
Sparkles of light and red as he closed his eyes.
Her perfume, rich and inebriating.
Her hair between his fingers.
The cold floor wounding his knees.
Her tongue.
Her soul. At last.
