**When I first listened to this song, I had to hear it a few times before eventually asking myself, "Is she talking about sex?" It surprised me because I've never heard anyone express sex through a song, a poem, or a piece of literature in such a loving and beautiful way. So, yeah, you know where this is going.

I was VERY nervous writing this, mainly because I think sex is weird and it makes me uncomfortable thinking, writing, or seeing it (don't act like you watched a movie with a sex scene with your parents and it made you wanna kill yourself). But, nevertheless, I persisted because it's good for improving my writing skills—I can write about things that I'd really rather not or have little to no experience in. So, my inspiration for the only sex scene I've ever written is purely based on what I believe AURORA is trying to convey in this song.

Enjoy! I hope I did the smut readers/writers proud!**

Like a gentle earthquake, it intensified. It started with uncertain rumblings and ended with her gasping for breath. Except this earthquake wasn't destructive or heavy with regrets—it was comforting, it was full of love she never knew could be felt in such a way.

She sat back on her heels and looked down at him.

The only source of light to guide her eyes was the occasional lightning flashing across the bay window on the other side of the room; she could see the droplets of rain zigzag in the dim lighting. Armin was bare, just like her, except for his small glasses sitting crookedly on his nose. He looked nervous (this was more than likely his first time) but she saw the spark of exhilaration in those big blue eyes of his that she adored so much. He didn't know what to do with his hands—they were always moving. They clutched at the bedsheets beneath him, tugged on his ears, poked her knees, and rested on her thighs before settling on his collarbone, his bony fingers fiddling together.

In a way, this was her first time too—it was with someone she cared about, someone she loved more than anything the world had to offer. Glances of faces zoomed across her memory of other men and women she had sex with, but she couldn't recall most of their names or certain features of who they were. She wanted love, that's why she did it, but nothing ever came from it. She was an object, selling her body just to feel something.

She looked at Armin staring up at her, anxious yet excited. Nothing had even happened and she already felt so wanted, so needed. He had entered her life and held her hand for a couple years now, and he didn't have to say how much he loved her aloud for her to know it. This was the feeling she'd been searching for and it was everything she thought it would be, even better to be honest.

The earthquake began rolling in her heart.

Annie leaned down and carefully slid Armin's glasses off. She then kissed each of his eyelids, slow and soft. She felt his warm breath push against her neck in a content sigh and his small fingers play with the strands of her loose hair. She withdrew and turned to the nightstand on the right. Before folding up the glasses, she plucked the open book on the nightstand, the one Armin dropped when she began smothering him with random kisses. She folded the edge of the page he was on, closed it, and then set his glasses atop the hardcover; she moved it all as if they were made of precious stones.

Armin's hands lightly traced her collarbone, shoulders, and neck as she moved his stuff around. Once she faced him again, the earthquake in her heart became stronger, vibrating her veins and making her blood bubble. He was looking at her like she was the ocean or some other dream he'd been searching for his entire life.

She couldn't contain her smile as he reached up with both hands and brought her back down.

His fingers got lost in her hair and she in his. She felt his brows furrow as the kiss deepened. She smiled into his lips. That cute face he made whenever he was concentrating popped into her mind like a little firecracker. His thick brows would crinkle together, his eyes squinted a little, he would purse these thin pink lips of his, and his round button nose would scrunch at the slightest. She imagined that's what he looked like now and she was half tempted to open her eyes.

With her chest pressed against his, she could vaguely feel his own gentle earthquake beating wildly like the wings of a baby bird taking flight for the first time. She removed her hands from his tousled locks and ran them down the sides of his torso, feeling nearly every rib and his sharp hipbones. His body was so hollow, so little in her big rough hands. If she tried, she believed she could wrap her fingers around his rib cage and take out that lovely beating heart of his. But she already had it, she knew—he ripped it out and gave it to her a while ago. So, what was being kept in there now? A seashell? A pocket of butterflies? A bottle with a ship in it? It would be like Armin to keep something innocent in there.

She felt his legs curve around her calves and a hand slide down her spine and then run back up. The earthquake inside her expanded rapidly and jumped to her spinal cord. It made her shiver, despite how warm her body was. He giggled against her lips and then kissed her cheek.

"You're cute," he whispered into her skin.

Her lips formed into a tight line as she pinched his chin and looked him dead in the eyes. A smirk twitched at the corner of his lips as she breathed into his face, "You're unbelievable and childish."

He raised a hand lazily and dragged a finger down her nose and lips. It then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and he moved his knuckles along her jawline. "You're flawless," he replied so quietly that she had to block out the sound of the rain pounding against the window just to hear him.

Some days, she ignored those conversations. Her nose was as big as her thighs, her breasts were pathetically small, her face was a literal square. Other days, she believed him and stood up a little straighter. Now she felt like that time they went to an art museum and came across a sculpture of Aphrodite. Her arms were gone and parts of her were cracked with age. Her facial features (or what was left of them) were sharp as the rock it was chipped from and her legs were smooth and plump. She was in a crouching position and the artist carved in a few stomach rolls, which was something Annie hadn't seen too often in artful portrayals of women.

Armin had walked up to the little plague on the wall next to the artwork. "It's Aphrodite," he clarified, "Greek goddess of love and beauty. She was the ideal beauty standard of women for a very long time in Europe." He looked at Annie, then at Aphrodite, and then back at Annie.

He grinned. "She looks just like you."

At the time, she frowned and punched him in the shoulder, but now, she knew what he was talking about and felt blood rush to her cheeks. She tried hiding her blush by kissing him again, her hair falling around them like a cloak.

They quickly got tangled in the ugly and flawless beauty of themselves as thunder and rain continued to pour from the night sky. Sweat began beading along her hairline and rolled between her shoulder blades. She couldn't breathe and she loved the feeling. The boy underneath her was small and cold and so skinny he could disappear into thin air, but, God, he was one of the most beautiful souls she ever came across.

She slowly dragged one hand down his chest and stomach, feeling his gut lurching as she did so. She then enveloped her fingers around his manhood and started to gently squeeze and pull. His gasp was stifled behind her lips and his body stiffened significantly for a moment before slowly relaxing in her grasp once again.

She lightly tugged on his bottom lip as her hand clenched and unclenched. Armin's breath came in desperate sighs and she felt his chest rise and fall underneath her. She littered kisses around his mouth and chin and then travelled up his jaw (it was then she realized that he was growing a little stubble and, knowing him, he'd want to get rid of it immediately). Once she reached his ear, he turned his head toward her and cupped the back of her head as his other hand clawed at her shoulder blades. Her hair was probably in huge knots right now, but the thought came and went like the thrashing lightning outside.

She gnawed at the space between his earlobe and the soft curve of his jaw until she was sure she left a blotch of purple upon his peachy skin. She wiggled out of his embrace and let go of his member for the time being. She moved her focus onto his torso, starting at his collarbone, which she believed to be the most fascinating part of him. Her tongue outlined the narrow strip of bone as her fingernails scraped at his lower stomach, stirring up that little earthquake as much as she could.

"Annie." Her name dripped from his chewed-up lips like chocolate syrup and it stroked her ego, thrusting her heart against her rib cage. His palms hovered over her body, barely even touching her. She peeked up at him just as another flash of lightning illuminated the room. His eyes were closed, his lips were ajar, and his neck was arched toward the ceiling. She grinned and pecked at his jaw. Such a little boy, lost in the waves of pleasure and yearning.

She pressed her lips on the space between his rib cage, the place where he once kept his heart to himself. She then rested the side of her head there and listened to his body fluids flow around as if he were a seashell and she was listening to the ocean's cries. The earthquake inside him pulsed and squirmed under her weight. She smiled at the sound and then showered his chest and stomach with more kisses.

Downward she slithered, marking her territory as she went. Her hand wrapped around his manhood once again and she began pumping. More strangled wheezes erupted from Armin and for a second, she questioned if she was hurting him—were her fingernails too sharp? Was she biting too hard? She even wondered if the piercing in the middle of her tongue felt bizarre to him in any way.

Her grip loosened. "If you want me to stop, just—"

"Please don't." His voice was husky as if he just ran a marathon in the middle of a dry desert. Without moving too much, he reached down and clutched her hand, the one that was curved around his hipbone. He intertwined their fingers together and she felt his stomach rise and fall with a deep breath. His thumb stroked the back of her hand and, even though the touch was small and something he'd done time and time again, it felt really nice, this sense of comfort and encouragement.

She kissed his belly button and mumbled into his flesh, "Just let me know if you don't like it, alright?"

He didn't reply, so she took that as her cue to resume.

She indulged the earthquake bubbling within him, which made her own grumble and wiggle its way to the hidden flower tucked in the pit of her stomach. She swallowed him whole and he didn't resist. He only held onto her hand, squeezing tightly whenever the tremor inside pushed and pulled like thick taffy. When it was over, she ran the tip of her tongue upward and leaned back, licking her lips. She exhaled heavily and went to dive back in when Armin snapped up into a sitting position, the bed underneath them creaking at the sudden shift in weight.

Her eyes shot up at him and only caught another flash of lightning before she herself was devoured. His arms folded her into himself, pressing their bodies together, slick with sweat and pinkish hues. Like a Venus fly trap, their mouths were wide open and she shoved her tongue down his throat, her metal stud clanking against his back teeth. Her arms knotted behind his head and his fingers went from massaging tight circles into her abdomen to clawing at her spine.

The earthquake, so gentle, started throbbing in her sides.

She shifted around to straddle him again, but, in the midst of her unsteady balance, he grabbed her waist and tossed her into the space next to him. Annie bounced against the covers yet still scrambled around to get back up. But he was already there, having rolled on top of her with both of her wrists pinned on either side of her head. She stared up at him. In the darkness, she made out his flushed face, tangled locks, and ocean eyes churning in a hurricane. He breathed out a small grin; she felt his fingers once more wove into her own.

She huffed into his face, watching a few strands jump into the air. "Don't get cocky now, little man," she muttered.

He chuckled and brushed his nose against hers. "I'm just returning the favor, tiny ball of disgruntlement."

He went to place a tender kiss on her forehead, but instead coughed into the pillow she laid on when she whipped out a leg from underneath him and whacked him in the ribs, nearly knocking him off the bed.

"Don't call me that," she grumbled in a very disgruntled voice.

He laughed, but still held onto her. He brought their twisted hands to his chest and smiled into her jaw, shaking his head and making his blond hair fly. It tickled her neck and collarbone and she had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Fine, my lovey-dovey, sweet, caring, adorable, and not at all intimidating angel," he sang under his breath. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, oh gentle one?"

A snicker or two escaped from her as she pushed against his chest, lifting him high enough so that his hair wasn't touching her anymore. "You're an ass," she chuckled.

He giggled along with her and unlatched their grasp on one another. He sank down onto her and gave her that sweet, little kiss on her forehead that she so rudely kicked out of the way. Her eyelids fluttered shut and a sigh blew from between her lips. She felt the flower in her tummy, unbudded, slowly unravel one petal and, as if this little thing controlled her entire body, she dug out her other leg from beneath him and ran her foot down the back of his calf.

He moved very slowly and was very gentle with her, which made her think over what she'd done. He probably had little purple dots on his neck and hips, faint red lines on his chest and thighs. That might as well be a bite mark somewhere. But even if he physically didn't leave behind some mark of love on her body, she was already starting to feel the aftermath in her bones.

The earthquake rumbled in her flower.

Her fingers nestled in his messy hair, soft like the earth in spring, as he scavenged her body for more pleasurable spots. She felt his feathered kiss between her breasts and his thumb carefully smooth over her nipples. A low hissing sound seeped from between her teeth as if she was breathing fire. She continued to play with his hair, tug on his ears, stroke at his stubbled jaw as he carefully molded her body with his mouth and hands. It was like she was the sculpture and he the artist: he moved with such precision and had an eye for the minute details that nobody else noticed. He was carving a goddess out of this old rock and it had to be perfect.

She felt him smile into her hands and peck at her fingers. He then reached back up and cupped the sides of her breasts and dragged his fingernails down her ribs, curving into her spine before resting at her hips. This caused the earthquake to ripple through her spine like electricity and her back arched at the shock. Her hands smacked at her rapidly beating heart as some desperate noise escaped her.

"My love," Armin mumbled into her stomach, right above her slowly budding flower. "My sweet love."

My love. A cold tear slid down her hot temple at those words. She was his; she finally belonged somewhere. After all those countless days of searching for that sense of home and coming up empty-handed time and time again, she found a pair of arms that enfolded her like how a mother would her child—they carried unconditional love and carried her above the waves of turmoil as best they could.

Her eyes closed and another tear slipped; it felt like walking into an air-conditioned place after walking for hours in the blistering heat. A small smile twitched subconsciously at the edge of her lips as her hands slowly reached behind her head and gripped the side of the bedframe. Armin had lowered some more; she knew where this was going.

Her muscles tightened in her arms and her teeth gnawed at her bottom lip. Everything was so soothing and calm, but it created a great mess inside her. One by one, the petals opened up, aching for more. The gentle earthquake was not so gentle anymore (compared to Armin's sensitive touch) and it fed the fire-breathing dragon within her lungs. It shook her foundation and, in the back of her eyes, a blinding light began to emerge.

Armin then lingered by her legs for a while, running his hands up and down her thighs, kissing her knees and resting his chin on them as he looked down at her. He probably noticed the faint tear stains once lightning flashed across their room again. He crawled back up to her; she saw the mildly concerned look in his eyes as his fingers began combing through her hair.

"Sorry," she muttered. She swiped at her face—she could only imagine how gross she looked now. She sniffed and tried to snap out of it, but the urge to cry again came when Armin smiled sadly at her, obviously aware of why she had tear stains running down the sides of her face. He gently kissed each of her eyelids (just like she did with him) and then pressed his forehead against hers.

"I love you, Annie," he stated clearly. "So, so, so much."

And it happened again. Her lips pulled back and her shoulders stiffened as her body hacked up more tears. She was louder this time yet the sound was still quiet compared to the thunderstorm raging on outside. She sniffed and choked at all the air collecting in her lungs. Armin locked her in an embrace and just laid there, letting her cry and grab at him as if she were afraid he might turn into a mist and drift away from her. She wasn't sure how long this went on, but thankfully she calmed back down, reduced to a few hiccups bubbling in her throat.

His head laid beside hers on the pillow; he kissed lightly on her cheekbones while softly stroking the other side of her face. Still he waited with closed eyes until she was completely still. She sniffed once again and let out a long, shaky breath. She was glad that the momentary crying-fit hadn't totally diminished the earthquake within her and the flower was still open—it needed to be quenched.

She turned her head to Armin, her nose bumping against his. His eyes fluttered open as her hand dragged down his chest again, testing the waters. He didn't stop her and she was satisfied to find him as rigid as a flag pole.

A tiny choking sound escaped his throat when Annie pulled on him maybe a little too hard. "Help me," she whispered against his lips and he straightened himself back up. With one hand, he lifted her tailbone and with the other, he brought her left thigh against his side. Her calf wrapped around his hip as she slowly guided him inside of her.

The feeling was familiar yet entirely new. She inhaled sharply as she tried to get used to it, the intensity. She pulled him out and then back in, and a contented moan simmered across her lips. Her stomach started stirring again and she welcomed the sensation.

Armin's head was on her chest, breathing heavily, and when her arms wrapped around his torso, he moved up to her neck, going deeper. Another current of pleasure slithered up her spine and her legs crushed his hips, keeping him locked in there for a moment. He mumbled something into the crook of her neck, and she spotted him grip the bedsheets firmly in his hands.

As he went in and out, in and out, colors began dancing in front of her eyes. It was blurry and incoherent and she felt a little light-headed, but it was still so beautiful. They raced across her vision in purple, pink, and orange shades like her personal display of fireworks. And, like a firework, her heart boomed along with each explosion of color. She watched them fall from the ceiling like grains of sand and held Armin a little tighter.

When he let go, she felt as if she were struck with lightning. She sensed it reverberate through her body, locking her limbs in place and stopping her organs altogether. She gasped for air (even though it felt like she had plenty) and dug her nails into Armin's flesh. Even when he was done, she kept him inside for a while longer. Her toes curled, her thighs tightened, her back arced. The electricity sparked and popped in her spine for a while before her body naturally relaxed into a puddle with him on top of her, the two of them finally one.

The flower, now pleased, closed back up and receded back from whence it came. The earthquake had subsided and left behind a golden light shimmering around her. It radiated from her like the sun; it burned off her flesh and presented her in all her glory.

She kissed the top of Armin's head and held him through it all. My love, my sweet love.