Whatever it is to come, together, we'll withstand it.
Jaune got laid flat on his back for the third time. His face a mask of anguish and exertion, he was hurting all over the places. Even the heaving of his chest sent pain channeling down to his core, which made him realize that third time tasting the canvas, would be the last one as well.
Pyrrha too didn't seem all too inclined to continue as she retreated her weapons behind her back, offering Jaune a helpful hand.
"I think it's enough."
Her lover was hesitant to take her hand, but swallowing down the frustration, he took it. Pain was one thing, but him being low on aura was something else entirely.
"Man, this sucks." His eyebrows furrowed, Pyrrha helped him to his feet. As she did, she cupped his shoulder gently, giving it an encouraging squeeze.
"It can't be helped. It takes time and effort to adopt to a new set of weapons. No matter how naturally suited you are for them."
Jaune sighed nonetheless. "I know." He somehow found it hard to look straight into her eyes. "I guess I just…didn't think I would do this terribly. Though then again," His eyes finally met hers, expression softening for a moment. "Fighting a 'Goddess of Victory' won't ever be easy, no matter how you approach it." He chuckled wryly.
"Exactly." She allowed with a smile, giving him a kiss. "Come on, let's have a place to sit. Then we can cry all we want."
"Sure." He followed her lead and the pair moved over to the long stools neatly lined close to the wall. Allowing themselves to have a rest, Pyrrha planted her head on Jaune's shoulder, while he himself simply reclined against the wall, his look hovering over the ring. If he really tried, he could visualize bits and pieces of their sparring…or his royal ass-beating if not sugar-coting it. As the two imaginary replicas exchanged handful of blows, Jaune could better conclude a reason why he was so utterly owned. Well, besides the fact that Pyrrha was leagues above him in armed combat.
"I couldn't set up my own rhythm," Jaune absently mumbled, his mind still working on the fragments of their sparring.
"Do you know why?" Pyrrha inquired. She herself knew, of course, but it was a lot more crucial whenever Jaune did or not. As she kept patiently waiting for him to answer, Jaune remained silent. Redhead wondered if maybe he was still too indulged in the memories of his not so successful sparring, so she figured to ask him again. Jaune spoke before she did.
"First, I guess, is the glaring gap in our reach. Your sword can reach my side just so much faster than my bracelet yours."
"Yes. Anything else?"
Jaune's grimace soured as she asked. That alone was a huge flaw in his fighting game. However, as his luck would have it, he always had it worse.
"The difference in how much our combat arms defend us is simply ridiculous. Even inept person could pick up a shield and defend himself against sub-par strikes. With Ember Celica though…" He squeezed his fingers harder around the bracelets. "It's day and night difference. There's only so much you can protect with the bracelets themselves. Otherwise, you just have to learn to evade the attacks completely. Something…something which requires immense skill and experience. Almost unreal one." Jaune squeezed his eyes closed, his lips a hard, singular line. Honestly, it felt extra frustrating for him since he was a fantastic dodger in boxing, yet a sword he couldn't evade even if his life depended on it. Then again, much of it was due to the much longer reach a sword provided. Meaning that the timing to evade it was completely different, alien to him. He wasn't used to it, and it only bolstered the downfall of his rhythm. Remember El Jauney, in boxing, rhythm is everything. He suddenly remembered old pops words, but also realized from how miserable his sparring went that in other forms of combat, rhythm was just as crucial.
Jaune opened his eyes, placing Ember Celica beside him.
"Basically, sword and shield has a perfect balance between offense and defense. Ember Celica on the other hand is almost just offense. Its destructive power is amazing. It easily surpasses a sword, but the defense it provides is almost insulting. In other words, its offense is its defense. Increasing its destructive power is a way to strengthen your safety. Enemy falling down before you do, something like that." Jaune rested his forehead into his palm. "For someone like Yang, it couldn't be any more perfect. Her berserk like semblance suits the fighting style Ember Celica demands. I mean…she designed it, so it's no surprise it does. I, on the other hand…I don't have such semblance." Jaune finished somberly, a cuss stuck in his throat. The aura of sour emotions around him almost tangible.
Pyrrha caressed his cheek gently, her green emeralds, however, showing upsetting emotions. As dear as their sparring nights were to her, this part still had remained to be far from the fondest. The only silver lining being that since she had plenty of experience dealing with her lovers dreary mood, she already knew what to do or say.
"Jaune," She started softly. "I know it's frustrating that so much effort-"
"I have to learn how to adapt, how to compensate." Jaune declared brusquely.
Pyrrha pulled away a bit, a hopeful spark lit in her gut. "Adapt and compensate?"
"Yea." He clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing in determination. "Since I don't have a semblance like Yang's…any real semblance at the moment, I have to find some other way. I have to adapt to Ember Celica and learn to compensate for its shortcomings. That's what I'll do." He locked his lit gaze into hers, one of his mouth corners daringly tugged upwards.
"Jaune…" Pyrrha smiled with exquisite proudness. Of course, Jaune wasn't the same as he used to be. He had grown much stronger and resilient.
"Pyrrha, I…" He stuttered, somewhat hesitant to continue. "Could you lend me your hand? Again. Otherwise, I…I can't really do it with-out you."
She kissed him. "Of course I'll help you. You know that already."
Actually, he really did, but hearing her say it aloud just felt so pleasant to him. It always reminded him just how blessed he was that he had someone like her in his life.
"You're truly the best." He smiled wholeheartedly, cupping Pyrrha's face and drawing her in for a kiss.
She could feel her heart fluttering in her chest as Jaune kissed her gently, yet also with vigour. Usually, she was the one to deepen the intimacy in these moments. Now, however, all she could do was follow Jaune's pace.
Something she was all too happy to oblige.
As their lips parted, Jaune said, "I mean it Pyrrha, thanks."
She returned his smile with her own, her hand rubbing his chest. "You're always welcome." Was what she said before their lips came together again. As the pair kept indulging themselves into the moment, Pyrrha was the first one to realize that she wanted more than Jaune offered, though through Jaune's movements she could tell that he craved more as well.
"Hey." She parted from Jaune's lips, much to his disapproval it seemed as he had to be stopped in the tracks from resuming the kiss right away.
"We do have showers here, right?"
"Sure we do." He idly replayed.
"Good…Because since both of us have worked up quite a sweat, we could really use one."
"Okay." He answered so casually that she was taken aback for a moment, though then decided to explain clearer.
"Together, I mean." She clarified with a dreamy look.
It only took so much before the color of his face matched her hair.
"O-oh."
"Of course," Pyrrha trailed her hand down his chest. Down his crouch and all the way to his knee. "If you don't want to, I will understand. However, if you would offer me company," She trailed her hand back, but stopped over his growing bulge. "I would be very, very grateful." She retreated her hand back to his chest, eagerly waiting for him to answer. Not to her surprise, Jaune took some time before saying anything. With his gaze darting around her emeralds, he timidly said, "If you don't mind me staring a lot…"
Pyrrha snickered at his concern. "Don't worry about it. It's only fair that you do." Her gaze hovered over the bump in his pants. "After all, I'll be staring a lot too."
Jaune audibly swallowed, not missing the fact that Pyrrha was giving his sturdy man-steel a good look. If so, then he allowed himself to brazenly stare at her chest, his mouth feeling dry as he imagined seeing her breasts in full flesh.
She stood up, her hands clutched around his. "Let's go." She helped him up, her eyes roaming the place to find the right door. It proved to be quite difficult as none of them had any signs on.
"…I'll lead the way." He offered.
"Thanks." She followed his trail eagerly. As she did, Pyrrha noted that her inner world was practically a mayhem. All sorts of emotions and hopes swiveled around as she thought of the situation. Of course, she knew that reality wouldn't match her unspoken fantasies, but the truth was that she'd be content getting less. Honestly, as long as Jaune's hands would run all over her naked body, and he would stare her down with the same look as before, she'd call it a fine success. Would it be so or not, however, was an open question. One which would soon be answered as doors creaked open, and they welcomed themselves in.
Then Pyrrha closed them shut.
…
"J-Jaune, I" Pyrrha whimpered just audibly, her whole body rocking back and forth as her lover's hips slammed against her rear vigorously. Jaune himself couldn't even utter a word. Only gasp or hum in short, tiring bursts as he kept indulging himself in the heavenly pleasure, his shaft still busy to penetrate Pyrrha's moist, juices soaked entrance in a complete abundance.
"P-Pyrrha." He somehow managed to whimper under the breath, his hands finding their way to his loves perfect, soft breasts and he held them firmly. Then bending his body over, his teeth sank into Pyrrha's trapezius.
"Hmmrr." She hummed in both pleasure and pain as Jaune bit her. She wasn't a masochist, no, but it drove her pleasantly crazy when Jaune did go a bit rougher on her. Somehow, as inexperienced as he was, much like her, he knew the perfect balance and executed it in all the gasps and hums which came after it.
"Jaune, I," She tried to salvage her voice, a sentence to say and enhance the experience even more.
I want you.
Was what her look told him as she couldn't voice her thoughts, synchronizing the rhythm of her hips with his just so his shaft could go a little bit deeper inside.
"I want you too." Jaune mouthed the sentence. He felt how Pyrrha's lower lips started to quiver more and more, and knew what it meant. As the last effort, he lifted her leg sideways and thrusted few last times before the climax claimed him over, and his member started to twitch and spasm as all the blissful load flowed right into his love.
Pyrrha threw her head back with a powerful cry, her bottom lips contracting and loosing around Jaune's member, her dirty juices dripping down to as low as her knees.
As their climaxes passed, both of them succumbed into a single, exhausted mess, their chests heaving under the exertion. With the last bits of strength he had left, Jaune got hold of his loves chin, turned it so she would face him and gave her a kiss. Before his lips became one with hers though, a blissful smile was decorating his exhausted features.
So perfect.
Was the thought at the back of Jaune's mind as his arms were wrapped around Pyrrha's naked figure, his lips, tongue, dancing around hers.
This is how it was supposed to be. This. This! It just couldn't get any better than that. Everything about this moment was perfect down to a T, and Jaune would not change a single thing about it. Sadly…Just because the expectations in his head were perfect, didn't mean that the reality would be so too. He especially knew how rarely his expectations met reality outside of boxing.
"Jaune…You've been standing there for solid three minutes or so," Pyrrha said, conflicted whenever to laugh or cry about it.
"J-just a little bit more." He stammered back, his figure stoic and stiff as a tree trunk. Honestly…this wasn't even funny anymore. It was just sad. Okay, fine he was shy and timid when it came down to stuff like this, fine. However, standing like a complete wuss with his back turned to his naked girlfriend for several minutes straight? No…just no, it was simply pathetic and sad.
"Jaune, if you…" Pyrrha slowly started, sulkily realizing that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. "If this is too much for you, then maybe we shouldn't do this. We can shower alone." She offered as kindly as she could, but Jaune knew better than that. Gritting his teeth together, he mentally smashed a hook in his jaw.
"No, please, don't misunderstand!" He exclaimed just a bit too frantically, his front side now facing hers. "I do want this, but I…just…I…you know…" The rest of the text faded out. He moved his lips some more, but nothing coherent was voiced. It was only now that he had a chance to appreciate Pyrrha's naked figure in all of its beauty.
And what a beauty it was.
Whenever it be her hourglass figure, her round, perfect breasts, her graciously curvy hips or even her trained, athletic abdomen. Jaune's heart pounded into his ears looking at everything that was Pyrrha. His Pyrrha, he dared to think. Something's different though. He dreamily mused as he traced her curves. It took a few more, brazen glances, but it clicked to him. Pyrrha's hair was not tied back into her trademark ponytail. Instead, it was free with no restrictions holding it back. Such seemingly simple change in her outer character, yet it seemed like it completely altered her inner one too. Wild, instincts driven, fierce, hungry for something and that something which she craved to get this very moment. Anything but Pyrrha he knew, yet instead of making him anxious, Jaune felt insurmountable lust streaming through veins, as if she was seducing him by just being there. Open and ready to be taken then and there…Or was he the one who was ready to be taken here and now? He wasn't sure, nor cared that much. The girl whose hair was falling freely down so wildly curving around her gorgeous features was too much in his mind.
Pyrrha chewed her lip, her cheeks flushed solid. Her figure had been appreciated by opposite sex before, but in the end, boys payed more attention to the girls who were more feminine than her.
"Jaune…" Pyrrha dreamily whispered his name, she felt how her heart raced more and more. As well as how her lower lips came to be moister by the passing seconds. He wants me so badly. Not a guess, but undeniable fact. It was written in his eyes, in the gleam of his blue.
"Jaune, please lets…" She stopped before she could say more than was needed, then closed the distance between them. Her hands cupping his neck, she stopped at the distance where his bulge would just barely touch her flesh.
"Don't be so hard right now." She meant no pun. "Try to relax." Her tone was soft and honest.
"…Sorry." He managed. "I just…I can't help but to be so nervous about this…besides, my excitement is really showing off, unlike yours." He chuckled nervously.
Pyrrha had an urge to get hold of Jaune's hand and stick it between her legs. On the outside, sure, she looked rather composed and calm-maybe even neutral. However, the moist in her lower lips surely proved otherwise. Shaking her head, Pyrrha got hold of Jaune's hand. Then she placed it over her chest. "I maybe look calm or collected, but I'm as excited and nervous about this as you are," She said rather honestly.
Jaune wanted to be quick to debate that, but stopped short the moment he felt how fast and fervent her heartbeats were. Whenever she was a nervous wreck could still be debatable, but at least he now knew that this was a powerful experience for her as well.
"Besides," Her other hand found his chest. "It can't be helped that your body reacts this way. You're a man, after all. It's only natural."
Jaune smiled sheepishly at that. Mustering enough courage, his thumbs dipped into his underwear. "If you don't find it bothersome then…" Stupid question yes, but just to prolong the process a little bit.
She smirked coyly. "Quite the opposite. I find it to be a pleasant compliment."
Jaune heard her words loud and clear. His underwear inaudibly hit the floor thereafter. As it did, her gaze dropped to his solid snake or perhaps it was Crocea Mors solid at this point.
"Shall we use the shower at last?" She leveled her eyes to his.
Jaune ran his hand through his blonde locks. "Sure."
Finally, with that much hassle and trouble out of the way, hot water was pouring down, engulfing their bodies, and the pair could enjoy the pleasantness of it.
"I'll wash your back." Pyrrha offered, a shampoo and a sponge in her hands.
"Okay." He turned his back to her.
As he did, she noted how his frame was still tense. Because of it, she figured that there was some way to help against it.
Jaune curled in himself a little when he felt his girlfriend's bare fingers brushing against his back. Gently, lovingly she traced her fingertips all around the bumps of his muscles or even the tiniest of crevices. At times, she kissed him softly in places where he seemed the tensest, like shoulders or back of his hands. Once, she slid her arms around his torso and pressed herself against him, planting more kisses on his neck. As Pyrrha continued to do this, she noted how physically Jaune was beginning to ease up, but didn't know that mentally he felt even more pitiful.
"Quite pathetic, isn't it?" His voice ringed low.
Pyrrha's body froze. "What?"
Jaune gave her a quick, hurt look then gazed away. "Pathetic, me I mean…You're pampering me right now because I'm still a nervous wreck. It's just…sad."
It's your terrible self-esteem that's sad. Pyrrha wanted to reprimand him, but instead sighed, turned him around and gave him a hard but meaningful look. "There's absolutely no reason to call your timid side a pathetic one."
"There is," He said, his blue struggling to keep at the level of her eyes. "I mean…I just want you to be able to enjoy yourself without feeling restraint you know." Just a quick one, but his gaze dropped to her breasts. "Pyrrha, I, I know that you want more so…doesn't it like pull your nerves or something? Not even a little bit?" His blue dropped to her breasts again.
"Jaune," She chuckled. "Even if it does irritate me, what's the big deal anyway?" She leaned in to kiss him. "I love you. Both your body and the person you are." She kissed him again. "And yes, there's more than enough room in my heart for your imperfections as well. Always has been." The afterwards smile she showed him spoke of the very same meaning.
Just briefly, but a grin did fold into his lips. "And I'm as thankful for it as ever, it's just…you know, like I said, I simply want you to be able to enjoy yourself in our relationship. To the fullest, that is, because let's be honest here, if I were to dictate the pace of us becoming together-together, we still wouldn't have shared even a kiss." He smiled dryly.
She offered a sly smirk. "I wouldn't be so sure. If I remember correctly, we both went for it."
Jaune pondered briefly. "Only because you started to move forward and I got the cue."
Her face spoke of even more triumph. "With you holding me firmly by the back of my head, I didn't have much of a choice, really."
Somehow, Jaune was left unable to retaliate with anything back so he threw his head sideways in a humble defeat. "Well, fine, maybe we would have shared a kiss. Maybe. But still, when it comes down to anything more than that I…well, you know how I am." He tried to explain, but then came to wonder why Pyrrha looked like she won a big lottery.
"Are you feeling okay?" Was oddly the first that she said, her palm resting on his forehead.
"…Yes?"
"Are you sure? Your memory seems to fade out haphazardly."
Both of his eyebrows arched upwards lopsidedly.
"…Because the scene we had before our sparring speaks otherwise." She lifted her hand over his head, wrapping it around his neck, other one comfortably resting on his well-built chest. "You touched me rather boldly I'd say and that gaze you had was quite something as well," She said in a voice dense and sweet as a honey.
Jaune swallowed, his mouth feeling as dry as a desert even though it was opposite of that. Then he felt how Pyrrha's hand was sliding all across his abdomen and chest, her little grin innocent in nature, or at least seemed like it, but her emeralds were honest and felt like anything but innocent. In a midst of it all, Jaune's hand found its way to her round rear, with other one pulling her fully against himself.
How she could make an awkward, timid guy like him do something like this, he had to idea. Not that it mattered much at the moment as he had thoughts completely different running rampant through his mind. She seemed to notice it too.
"See…" She whispered under his breath, admitting to herself how pleasant it was to make Jaune's gears moving in peculiar directions. "All you need is a light push and you're ready to go."
Jaune pressed his face so close to hers their noses touched. "I'd say it's a little bit more than a light push."
"Even if it is, the result is as wonderful as I would dream it to be." She just brushed her lips against his, a dreamy gleam in her eyes.
He couldn't resist any longer and started to kiss her vigorously. Much like the scene before sparring, he pinned her against the wall, one of his hands massaging her breast. What was different however, was that both of them were naked, so he could play with her body with no cloth getting in between. From the way she hummed into his mouth, Jaune could tell that he wasn't the only one who appreciated this difference. His tongue vigorously circling around hers, both of his hands started to caress her breasts, at times his fingertips would either gently pinch or circle her hard nipples which earned even more audible hums from her. In other words, everything was going perfectly so far…Until Pyrrha repeated the same misfortune she did before. As Jaune was really getting into it, she pushed him slightly back, immediately earning a hurt, confused look from him.
"Pyrrha..?" He sounded like a wounded puppy.
She almost regretted what she did, but instead caressed his face and explained. "I just wanted to know."
"What?"
"…What do you want right now?"
At first, he was confused as to why she would ask. Wasn't it clear enough? But then, it slowly started to dawn on him, or at least he felt that it did. Caressing her cheek, he managed a shy, but honest smile.
"You, Pyrrha. I want you…all of you."
Those words she would burn into her mind.
"Then all you have to know is that I'm here…You'll give me your everything and in return, you can have everything that is me." She meant it on deeper meaning than simply physically.
"Pyrrha…"
"Yes..?"
"…I just remembered, we don't have any protection."
"…"
…
Jaune and Pyrrha exchanged a look and a smile.
"Looks like we're not the only ones who enjoyed the night," She said in a hushed tone.
A darkness covered his blush. "It seems so."
Both of them exchanged a look again, then turned back to their teammates who were sharing a bed.
"Though I believe that our night has been quite a bit more eventful." She kissed him under the ear.
Jaune said nothing in return, but only scratched the back of his head. Then we'll do the half of it. He suddenly remembered her words, as well as the sight of her kneeling down in front of him, and then she…And he then returned the pleasure to her.
"Eventful, but more so enjoyable," He quietly said.
"That works as well." She agreed. "Also, did you know that my bed has enough room for two as well?" She caressed his chin, her tone soft and gentle.
He smiled shyly, but otherwise gave into her offer with ease. "I take up quite a bit of space." However, he left like teasing her a little.
She dragged him to her bed, then lightly pushed him on it. "I'm sure we'll manage," She said before both of them got comfortable, her head resting in the crook of his neck. With her washed hair so close to his face, Jaune could easily appreciate the scent of it. If he would make a guess, he would say that the fresh scent was reminiscent of a mint. Pressing his face slightly closer, he ran his fingers through her hair which was tied back into a ponytail. Something which he realized actually somewhat upset him. He did adore her long ponytail, he really did, but there was just something special, alluring about her hair falling freely by her side. It gave her appearance this weird, but fine contrast to her personality, even if it did feel like her personality was changed as well.
"I really enjoyed your free hairstyle." He voiced his thoughts.
He felt how she shuffled a bit in his arms, but didn't think much of it.
"You did?"
"Yea, it…I don't know." He pondered. "It really suited you and in a really interesting way. Like…you were a different person, but also the same…Okay, all I'm trying to say is that you looked great with your hair all wild and free, interesting look, but also gorgeous. I mean, you look gorgeous all the time, but with your hair falling freely, you looked-"
"Jaune." She chuckled. "I get it."
He chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry."
As he remained quiet, she pondered over his words. So he really liked it. She found comfort knowing that. I wonder, would he like my true self as well…or at least what used to be my true self. She corrected herself. Still, would Jaune love her if he knew?
If he were to learn her past?
Her other self?
Her imperfections in full light?
Would Jaune still love her if he knew of all that? Would you? Pyrrha tilted her head back a bit, her eyes meeting his.
"Jaune?"
"Hmm?"
"…Would you care to listen about my past sometime?"
He blinked a couple of times. "Sure." It seemed odd at first, but then he realized just how little he actually knew about her life before they met, before the Beacon. Her life before it…It was actually almost bizarre that he knew almost nothing of it. Well, Pyrrha never really spoke about it so there was that, and the few times he did ask her questions about her life before the Beacon, she always answered vaguely.
Then something else suddenly weighted his mind down. His heart as well.
"Pyrrha." He embraced her stronger.
"Yes?"
His voice was full of trepidation. "It's not as painful as mine was, right?"
"…"
He didn't like that pause.
"Don't worry." She reassured. "It's not."
"Please, Pyrrha, I want you to be honest."
"And I am." For the most part. "I didn't experience hardships as tough as you did."
That eased him up only a little bit. "But it was still painful."
"Even if so." She moved herself fully atop of him, her weight balanced on her elbows, both hands cupping his face. "That doesn't say much. No one's childhood is perfect, after all."
He disagreed. "Yes, but the thing is," His hand caressed her cheek. "You're not no one or just someone. You're the girl I love from the bottom of my heart." He smiled earnestly to her, even if just briefly.
Pyrrha returned the smile, her heart singing in chest. She doubted he would ever know just how much those words meant to her, or how much she depended on him.
How much his love meant for her.
"And you're not just someone either." She softly replied. "You couldn't grasp just how much your presence has changed my life. How much I treasure your love. You always talk about how I'm the one who gives you strength and how I'm the one you have to depend on so much, but…you never seem to realize how truthful it is the other way round." She leaned in to kiss him, to try to prove him. "How much I'm the one to depend on you, or how much easier my life is with you being there by my side." As she kissed him again, he stayed silent for a moment. Not because he didn't want to say anything, he really wanted to, actually, but simply because he was too stunned to form any words.
Truth be told, he never really did think of it that way. He was simply too busy to express his gratitude for her. His damaged self-esteem had a part in it as well, he knew. Hence, hearing his partner speak so genuinely about such things was rather odd to him, but a lot more than that, it was heartwarming. So much so that he felt himself struggling to sniff back the tears. Pyrrha noticed that too so she caressed his face gently, her grimace a kind, caring expression.
"That's why I want you to believe me when I say that your love far out weights the troubles and pain of my past. I maybe haven't been honest about them, the fear of letting my past being know having its say in it, but with friends I have made in Beacon, and you, the love of my life, it matters only so much in the end. The fact that I want you to know being a solid proof of it."
Jaune closed his eyes briefly, allowing himself a moment to settle emotions in place. With it done, his blue was back into the view, his smile thereafter bright and meaningful. "Make sure to tell me. I want to know."
"Settled then." She nodded.
"Though I want to add," He suddenly flipped her sideways, his upper body hovering over her. Caressing her cheek gently, his face spoke of aplenty of emotions, but all of them expressions of love. "If there's anything else you want me know. Anything, no matter how small or minuscule, as long as you feel the need to share it with someone, know that I'm always there. To listen and help." This time, he was the one to kiss her. Parting away, he could see that her emeralds shined in the dark.
"See," Just a single, tiny tear slid down her cheek. "With-out realizing, you're helping me immensely."
"Just doing what my heart tells me to."
"And that's plenty and more." She whispered tenderly, a moment of silence between them.
In the end, the night was spent with-out uttering a single more word. Rightfully so as their lips moved together and they needed naught more. When they eventually did stop, the pair settled for nothing more than a caring embrace and the very proximity of each-others presence. Very simple things, but things that mattered.
Such was their love.
