Chapter 49. Surprise (M rated)

Elie's POV

The bar was calm tonight. Way calm.

I sighed as I took a sneak peak at my wrist clock. It was half past seven p.m. - soon, I would be home, finally. The day had been exhausting, walking in between booths like crazy.

Thankfully, since 7 pm I had been behind the counter. Frances and I took turns on who rested the legs for the evening. The soft, lounge music sounded, scoring the environment neatly.

I liked the sound, it was soft and calming - and I sure needed to chill from my off-world experiences of late.

No, I didn't want to go there again. Thinking about Midgar and the Labs was terrible - namely because it would lead me to think of the one person I didn't want to think about.

Just give yourself a break, Elie.

Yeah. I sure needed a break - a new brain, perhaps? Or maybe eating something to give me amnesia? That would do. I would be very happy with selective amnesia.

I closed my eyes and smiled at my silly thought. Geez, ain't I desperate? I was, it was a fact.

And I couldn't' do a thing to avoid it. Maybe time would allow me to heal, to forget.

It would be difficult, it would be a challenge… but who knew?

John had left three weeks ago, and I wondered when he would be back. If he got back soon.

I sighed at my depressive thinking. Come on, I had made my choice when I came back, the last thing I needed was to potentiate my misery like that.

Almost three months had passed and it felt like three years. I couldn't feel more grief than I did and even the days were so somber and… sad.

Everyday I went by the cemetery to visit Zack. Deep inside my mind I wondered if he would rot. Deep inside my mind I wondered if he was okay, in this cold, outside everyday and night.

I shook my head at my silly thinking.

I couldn't go past his death. I couldn't, it hurt too much, it felt like a permanent dagger inside me, hurting and hurting, digging each time deeper.

At eight p.m. I excused myself from Frances and Larry. I had the day off tomorrow - sadly, because I didn't know what I was going to do with a whole free day. A big nothing day.

But then again, I didn't want to think about it, not right now.

I had much better things to mind my business with, as for example… okay, I had no idea, but something would come up, right? I always had that hope - that something would eventually come up to save the day.

Like in fairy tales.

I took a deep breath as I composed my scarf, gloves and coat. It was cold, even if this was mid March. After the sun went down, the night was merciless.

I blinked, considering my options. I really wasn't feeling like going home, but… I had nowhere else to go.

There was this sensation of despair taking over me, and before I knew it was headed to the only place I knew I could breathe and cry and sob at my will.

The local cemetery.

I walked as if I was in a hurry, which didn't make any sense. Zack was there, would always be there, underneath that stupid amount of dirt. Sometimes the will of digging and see for myself if he was still the same, if he was still there, was unbearable. It was like he was prince charming, kept and devoid of expression, resting there for all eternity.

The thought was actually excruciating.

Before I knew it I was running, the cold wind making my eyes cry out of reflex, and I took the balance to reach the place quickly. I was panting when I got there, right there next to his grave. I stood in front of it, feeling my legs weaken, tears threatening to come out.

Good God, when was this going to stop?

A sob escaped me, as I let the tears flow, like an endless river of grief I needed to get rid of. I had too much tension trapped inside me, and I accumulated it daily, every damn day that went by, living this miserable life.

It all seemed to fall apart around me.

The sadness, the despair I felt, the frustration, the loneliness and the unfairness of it all made me want to scream, cease to exist for a moment… so that it didn't hurt this much.

I landed on my knees, my eyes closed as I allowed myself to cry. In this place, I could - I could simply scream in despair and ask for Zack's forgiveness for the thousandth time, be sorry for what I done to him and from the future I had deprived him from.

I didn't know for how long I stayed there, on my knees. I didn't count the endless amount of times I whispered 'I'm sorry', how many hiccups and sobs followed.

The scarce light of twilight was long gone, and only a soft veil of dark blue fell all over, the moonlight hitting Zack's grave, as the far sounds of the city seemed lost… in the grief this place broadcasted.

I took my time gathering myself, my control. It was a fact I felt a little better, relieved in a way. It frustrated me to a rather insane point knowing that Zack didn't listen to my prayers, didn't listen to me asking him for forgiveness.

But, then again, what could I do?

Nothing.

I took a deep breath, standing. My jeans were dirty with soil, and I couldn't care less. My eyes were on Zack's grave for who knew how long, and before I knew it the words came out of my mouth. Again.

"Forgive me."

As expected, silence was the only answer I got, and I cleaned my face with the back of my hands, knowing my looks were ruined. Not that I cared, anyway, but I knew my face would be puffier if it wasn't for the cold breeze. I took some steps back, preparing to leave.

But, to my surprise, a presence right by my right side made me turn at once to see who stood there as well.

I took my time realizing who that person was. Considering the odds, no one in this Earth had a hair like that, in length, in color, no one was that insanely tall, no one had that face and those eyes… shining with Mako in the dark. Much like my own right now.

Reality dawned at me, and I felt a lot of things at the same time: rage, nostalgia, anger, anxiousness, butterflies in my stomach and a pang in my heart as the insanely unreal General stood there, staring directly at me. In front of Zack's grave.

What a strange coincidence.

"What are you doing here?"

I had to ask. I couldn't grasp on why would a man like Sephiroth be here - right here, in my Planet, next to Zack's grave. With me.

"A word, Stevens." He said, his eyes never leaving mine. I couldn't feel more uncomfortable and tired, after the whole day of work , then the running and the crying. Had he seen that? Since when had he been standing there?

I hesitated, and considered leaving without saying a word, without any specific answer. Why bother?, my mind wondered. So, my eyes simply left his and I prepared to leave… but Sephiroth talked.

"Please."

His tone was firm and he really meant it, making me gulp dry. I was hesitating again, and felt annoyed with this… intrusion. Yes, that was it, he was intruding my space, my… secret place of grief, the only peace I had.

But eventually, my body betrayed me and before I knew it the words were out.

"Not in here."

I left, and felt him on my tail. I didn't say a word, as I felt Sephiroth's form right behind me, following me, giving me space to feel frustrated and angry at him all over again. And as I reached the stairs of my building I felt insecure, wondering what on Earth the man might want with me after all he had said, after everything that had happened between us.

I reached my apartment and entering, leaving the door open. Sephiroth didn't get inside, and I eyed him swiftly, realizing he was waiting for my permission.

"Get inside." I said, and he walked inside my apartment, closing the door behind him. I minded myself near the fireplace, preparing it to warm up the apartment. Sephiroth didn't say a word, he basically stared, namely towards my kitchen. So, he recognized the area.

"I remodeled when I came back." I said, arranging the sleeves of my shirt. The coat was off, as well as gloves and scarf, it all rested on the sofa."The place needed a change."

He didn't say a thing, his eyes scanning the apartment thorougly. I minded myself in the kitchen, for a change, going for the leftovers in the fridge.

"So you actually buried Zack."

His voice, that neutral tone I missed so much, came right exactly from behind. I stood there, wondering what on Earth was I thinking, then closed the fridge's door. I took a deep breath before speaking and walked towards the contiguous counter, where the microwave was.

"I gave Zack a proper and decent burial. That's very different."

He didn't miss my bitter tone.

"So I've heard."

I nodded, my mind sarcastic and my anger flaring.

"And you heard well." I declared, with a swift exchange of looks. "What else did Medina tell you?"

"Nothing much."

"I'm glad."

And I was. The conversations I had with John were private, our own, and Sephiroth had nothing to do with those.

"He visited you."

"He did." My tone was so dry. The beep of the microwave sounded, and it felt really nice - a pause, an excuse to change subject. "So… Anything new? How's things progressing in your world?"

Sephiroth seemed to consider my question and remained standing, as I sat and ate by the island. I offered, but he refused.

"Rufus is taking hold of Shinra."

"It was inevitable." I declared, wondering how our conversation got to be so peaceful.

"I hope he's wise enough not to ruin it."

I nodded, knowing Sephiroth was discreetly asking for advice. Information, whatever. This guy didn't change.

"He'll get the hang of it. Like his father."

I eventually offered some piece of information, and returned to my meal. Sooner than later I was done - sadly, and I had the feeling this was going to become overly uncomfortable. It was inevitable, and when I heard him speak again, my suspicions were confirmed.

"That's not why I am here today."

I dared to look straight back at him, and he did the same. A fight of stares had begun.

"Why, then?"

Sephiroth hesitated and he surrounded the island, approaching me. I stood defensively and took some steps back. He stopped as he saw my reaction, blinking at me, silently. I crossed my arms.

"You didn't have to leave, Stevens."

I reacted at once.

"You didn't have to say so much bullshit, Sephiroth."

He locked his jaw, as if realizing I was actually right and that he was losing this fight. My eyes remained on his - leveled in our stubbornness.

"I… You know how I work, don't you?" He said, and I was caught by surprise for a moment. What on Earth was he saying? "The way I think, my priorities, my…"

His pause worked just fine for me to say what I was thinking.

"According to you, I don't."

"I was wrong."

"I thought I knew you, really." I corrected. "Videogaming is a whole different thing, and you… are very unique live."

"I…" I saw him pause and take a deep breath before speaking again. "I… told you things that weren't exactly true the night we…"

I gulped dry at the memory, feeling embarrassed. Yeah, the memory of that night consumed me every damn night since then.

Oh, man.. the night we almost got to the hot part and then something strange happened.

"I don't react well with… feelings. Having something inside me overwhelming me didn't do wonders to my control." He said, with a truthful tone. "And I reacted how I usually do."

"Crushing." I added, nodding in agreement with his line of thinking.

He blinked and bended a little towards me.

"The thought of you playing games with me blinded me."

For Christ's sake!, my mind shouted at him. I narrowed my eyes at how terrible had been such choice of words. I took another deep breath and decided to be frontal with him, once and for all.

"That night you grasped my neck in a way that reminded me when you tried to strangle me. Then, the whole whore thing, what did you want me to think, Sephiroth? That it was normal to squeeze someone's neck when you're… you're… at it?"

I was being blunt and honest, my eyes burning on his. He had to know what I felt in that damned moment.

"I reacted the way I did but it was no rejection, it was…" I paused for a moment, hoping I would express myself decently. "….you assumed it was something completely different and didn't let me defend myself, tell you what went through my mind. You just went along and said those horrible things-"

"I was wrong, I realize that now." He interrupted me, but I didn't quaver.

"For Heaven's sake, I thought you knew me better than that." I snorted as I talked. "And what, did it take you all this time to realize that?"

I was being mean, but heck, that was the way I felt. In fact, it could have been worse, he might never realize he was wrong, but since he was here and all, clearly beating down his ego, I sighed and shook my head, wondered at how resilient he could actually be.

He was here to apologize and to say he was sorry for what he did, but those words never left his mouth. His stubbornness and his arrogance would never let him say such things to someone as irrelevant as me.

"So…" I said, the silence umconfortable between us."Okay so, you're what, sorry for what you did. Apologies accepted."

It was actually sad - very sad indeed that I had to say it that way, but I couldn't stand it anymore. I didn't find his eyes and I prepared to turn, leave the area and put some distance between us.

He didn't let me. His left arm grabbed my right one and the feel of his touch, even with my shirt on, felt invasive… and a total destroyer of my fragile defense. Before I could even think, he was inside my personal space, and I knew what he intended to do.

"No, please, just don't hurt me anymore." I said, my voice failing at the end. "I'm not made of stone."

I closed my eyes for a moment, gathering strength to pull some space between us, but he insisted. He had to insist, didn't he? That irritated me.

"Elie-"

"I can't take it, Sephiroth." I said, my eyes daring his. "Being close to you… traumatized me. I can't..." I couldn't find words to say what I wanted to say. "I am only human and you are, we are very different and-"

"I disagree."

"Well, I-"

"It will be different this time."

"Sephiroth-"

"Let me. Please."

"N-"

His mouth silenced me before I could say or do whatever it was. His warm lips sealed against mine and he grasped me, my face, my body, rendering me immobile under his hold. I had to push him to put some space between us so I could… breathe.

"You're taking advantage of my weakness." I said, panting, with my eyes closed. His face was still on mine and I had to make an extreme effort to just be an inch apart from him. "You know how I feel for you and you're-"

"Stop talking."

His sudden order made me snap. I opened my eyes and angled my face so that I could see him properly. For moments I wished I hadn't done that. His proximity, his unnatural beauty took me in a way I couldn't resist. Sadly for me, I was getting the feeling I wouldn't have any chance at escaping from him tonight.

"What do you want from me?" I whispered, and his pupils changed shape.

There was something primal in his stare, and a goosebump travelled all over my spine. There it was, that thing that seduced me, destroyed my will completely.

"You."

His answer sounded as possessive as his hold.

"I'm…" Oh, words, where were those? "Well I'm not available. Not like that."

"How, then?"

He wasn't making this easier for me.

"Just stop-"

"I know you're saying that just to protect yourself." He whispered, and I breathed heavily, completely involved within his arms. His face was close to mine, his eyes hard and brutal in all its honestly, and I felt lost of what to say, what to do - for a freaking change. "Let me take all that insecurity away. Since I was the one responsible for that, let me unburden you."

There was a moment of silence in which we basically stared at each other, and I gradually un-tensed underneath his hold. There was something truthful about him, about his words and actions that made me behave this way, weakly forgiving and forgetting everything he had done to hurt me in the past.

Our mouths touched again, gentle strokes at first, then with full lips. My hands and arms traveled to rest around his neck, my fingers tangled in his hair. Thick, heavy and soft, so unlikely everything I had seen or touched in life.

His mouth felt as tender as I recalled, and I remained in tiptoes just to kiss him back properly. A pause was needed for me to regain strength… and to pinch myself, because it was very hard to believe this was actually happening, that this was real.

Sephiroth had come to me tonight, specifically for me. I'd sense his possessiveness the moment I had laid eyes on him. It was there, in that unnatural stare of him, the will to have me, to take me, to make me his in every possible way.

My face rested against his neck, his cheek in my front. His steady breathing, so unlike mine, made me feel nervous.

Before I knew it, his left hand angled my face to meet his again and a new sequence of kissing started. It was gradually becoming intense, sexual and the heat our bodies exhaled was proof enough of that.

My body ached for him. The hormones were up, and I glued myself to his body, even with all the clothing in between.

His right hand reached for my bun and my hair, excessively long for what I was used to, fell along my back, creating a wall of dark waves that Sephiroth touched at once.

"The bedroom." He whispered against my mouth and I smiled briefly before talking.

"This way."

I walked away from him, my right hand on his left one. He followed me lazily and once we got inside the bedroom he closed the door behind him.

Expectation was killing me.

I wore jeans and a wool blouse, and deep inside my mind all I could think about was what would follow. The stripping, the touching, everything.

Our eyes focused on each other once more and I blushed, decided I would give it a necessary break. Or I would combust with anxiety.

"I'm going to take a quick shower." I said, my tone weak. "After a day of work, I need it."

I didn't know why but I felt I had to justify myself to him. Sephiroth nodded at me and I smiled, turning to the bathroom that belonged to my bedroom. I stripped fast, put the water running and stepped inside the hot flow of water. The fruity shower gel gave me inciting ideas and I couldn't wait to… well, do it with him.

Anticipation grew on me and I wanted the shower to end as quickly as possible. One last scrub and a hair wash later and I was off the tub.

Some hair drying followed and I, with that rose towel around me, decided to enter the bedroom again.

I couldn't see him. There was a faint orange light all over the bedroom, from a presence lamp I had by a corner.

I walked silently, my wet feet on the wooden floor. The bedroom was warm, and I bit my lip as I felt him somewhere… behind me.

I stopped and let him reach me. His hands were the first to touch my shoulders. Then, I felt the subtle warmth of his body colliding with mine, not touching yet but close enough for me to feel.

And as I gradually sensed him against me, I realized he wasn't wearing anything. I closed my eyes as anxiety built in me again. Geez, this was both crazy and amazing.

He didn't say a word, as I sensed him close contact with me, my head resting against his chest. His hair touched me, like a veil of silk, and I shivered at the contact. My breathing caught when his mouth met my right cheek. His lips were warm and desiring, and I felt his hands travel along side mine. I was grasping the towel like crazy right there on my chest.

Softly, and very gently, I sensed him entangle his fingers within mine. His breathing enticed me and I felt my mouth dry as I realized he was actually unlocking the pressure I was applying to keep the towel in place.

With a swift move, the towel fell and I shivered - out of cold, then I still had time to feel a little embarrassed. It had been long since I had been naked with a man.

He made me turn to face him and thankfully, there was an immediate embrace. It felt very soothing and calming, having him holding me naked.

Speaking of which.

I needed some seconds to actually grow alert of his body against mine. He felt soft and firm, hard chest and abdomen muscles against my feminine belly. It was no news my body wasn't as near as athletic as his was, which made me feel conscious about it. I was no model, for Christ's sake.

"Whatever it is that you're thinking, don't think about it." I heard him say, and our eyes met for a while. I had to angle my head up to do so.

"I'm not like you." I declared, a little panicked.

I saw him smile briefly.

"Thankfully."

I giggled nervously at the man in front of me and he took the hint to bend over and kiss me. It was a fact that his lips moving and his tongue probing inside my mouth did the job in relaxing me. Reflexively I held him back and kissed him with all my will as well. Mouths open, tongue in and out, licking and teasing, it all made desire built inside me.

With a sudden gesture he grabbed me and we both landed on the bed. The cold fabric of the fluffy cover I had on the bed greeted my back and I basically stared at him. Sephiroth drew a deep breath and took his time lying over me. He wasn't pushy but his weight felt gratifying, in a way. His face approached mine again and I felt his hand moving lower, reaching my chest. His hand was so big, it almost looked bizarre to have a man of his size with me. He felt toned and his form was unreal. I couldn't believe I laid naked with him, a man of his proportions and… who he was. Sephiroth, the General, that out of ordinary being that was the king of insanity, was real and-

A soft nibble on my lips took my mind out of strange thinking, as his fingers softly probed the sensitive flesh of my breasts. The movement was deliberate and I couldn't help but to moan in response. He didn't waste any more time and before I could even think, his mouth captured my nipple and I gasped at the sensation.

I had remained untouched for too long, I was over sensitive. I could sense his breath against my skin, as he moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment. I was on fire by the moment he decided to give it a break and kiss his way up, licking my neck as his lips landed on my right ear.

"Open your legs."

His whispering tone, right there as we lied on my bed, didn't felt like an ordinary order. I complied, allowing him to accommodate himself there. He stared at me from above, his eyes so ablaze, steady breathing as I saw him position himself.

I felt him - or, better said, felt that thick, throbbing part of his anatomy touch me, here and there, rubbing softly against me as he captured my lips and mouth once again.

The movement was deliberate and teasing, and I smiled against his mouth as my body wanted more of him.

Gradually, he allowed to guide himself inside me - slowly, so I could adapt to his considerate size.

My breathing caught and his as well. My arms rested all over his waist and back, and I had to angle my head back up to kiss him, his skin a sinful temptation. Our height differences didn't pose much problem and I actually found it sexy to have such a huge man taking me.

There was a low grumble as he finally seemed completely sheathed inside me. For the first time in my life, I saw how Sephiroth's breathing was unsteady, and how his eyes met mine with lust and whatever was there besides that.

My pelvis accommodated him and slowly, he started moving. I closed my eyes for a moment, completely taken aback with the sensation. It felt wonderful, the way he made me feel when he moved like that.

Sadly I didn't have much opportunity to move - much. Sephiroth seemed determined in sealing the space between us, there was little out and much in, and the friction of his size against my sensitive walls, constantly hitting the deepest part of my feminine anatomy threatened to end up all the fun quicker than I might want.

He held my head with his right hand, right there in the back of my neck, his left one somewhere on my waist. I panted, moaned and didn't have to say it in words for him to understand I was almost at the brick of glory, but as he seemed to grasp I was close, he changed tactics.

The movement became greedy and intense, in and out, in and out, rubbing himself within me, deeper, deeper each time, my body begging him to go faster and to just keep hitting there, more and more and more… until my body gave in and I had the most intense release of my life here and there.

He groaned as he felt me contracting against him, but he kept his relentless movement. There seemed to be no end to the feeling of ecstasy, and he wasn't letting me recover from that one.

He had taken advantage of my blissful moment to reposition me. He was still on top, but now the angle was different. My legs couldn't be more spread and up than they were and I still felt the aftershocks of my first happy moment.

"Oh… wait, I-"

"Don't you even think about it."

His tone had been dark, which added for the enticement I felt. He was going to exhaust me completely.

This time he moved with deliberate teasing. It was sexy and a complete turn on the way he thrust within me, mouths joined and lip nibbling, my legs almost hitting his arms as all we heard were the breathless sounds we made and the slick noises of our fluids facilitating the frenetic rhythm he had imposed. There seemed to be no end for the endurance we both had. I wondered if his speed would increase - only to realize it actually could, and I sensed it was a prelude for his release.

His breathing caught for a while and I didn't want him to stop as well. I was so close to my release as well and I needed him to keep up with that pace so that I could find relief as well.

"Don't stop." I whispered, in the middle of the frenzy we both created, I felt him quicken the pace for endless seconds, which was all I needed to literally burst around him. He grinded his teeth as I rolled my eyes, my mouth half open with anticipation.

I was almost there, about to explode.

The moment took me for surprise, and I felt him as well, a little desynchronized from me. He kept moving in and out, taking his time in longer and hard, as the rigidity slowly subsided to a pleasurable sensation of simply having him inside me.

His mouth searched for mine and we kissed softly, my legs trembling with the effort, resting at the side of his waist.

"I missed you." He said, with his mouth in my ear. "Every damn day, since you left."

His declaration felt an invasion. It was like he was trusting me with secretive information, so illusory that he couldn't even deem it real. I gulped dry, realizing I didn't know what to say to him.

"I…" I had no words to offer him, it was a fact. I tried to search for his stare, as he scrutinized my face from above. "I'm glad you're here."

It felt so inadequate, so childish, my little explosion of sincerity. I wanted to say so many things, but… nothing acceptable came out.

Guessing my impending difficulty, he was the one speaking again.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." He whispered, and I blinked at him.

There, he had said it. And surprisingly it didn't make me feel victorious or proud, or that I had won a war. In this moment, all I wished was for him to stay next to me, and hold me. Thankfully, Sephiroth seemed to read my emotions pretty well, because that was exactly what he did. Or I would break in a thousand pieces.

-/-

I woke up with his hand in my left breast and his tongue lazily liking my neck.

There was something primal about him touching me this way and I couldn't help but to smile at myself. I felt him hard and throbbing right there on my lower back and wondered what time it would be.

He's a freaking machine, I thought, mildly amused.

"Finally, you're awake." He whispered, and I shivered at his tone. "It wouldn't be funny taking you while asleep."

I smiled.

"I agree."

There was a low rumble behind me and I took my time realizing he was actually laughing. And not the most innocent of laughs. His left hand, the one that had been teasing my nipple traveled down, caressed my mound, taking little time for his fingers to find what he was looking for. His mouth kissed my neck and bit my ear, as his fingers finally met the slick entrance that couldn't be more ready for him at it was. My breath caught, lost in the sensations he provoked on me.

He was thorough and tender in his exploration, and I moaned shamelessly as his fingers traveled up and down, repeatedly, lubricating me with my own fluids, taking his time in that sweet spot that drove me crazy.

Reflexively, my legs opened for him. I wanted to give him more access, I wanted more and more of what he was doing.

With my back to him, I considered turning to face him - but he didn't let me. He was the one getting me on my elbows and knees, opening me and angling my pelvis to him.

He was on his knees, behind me. I felt the tip of his member against me, touching my sensitive flesh, already moist and prepared for him.

I whimpered at the sensation, as he took his time entering me. From behind, the penetration was different, the access and the friction changed. I closed my eyes at the feeling of him stretching me for the second time tonight.

He moved slowly at first, but I accommodated him easily this time. His hands roamed along my back, up and down, as we both moved in consonance. But then, his hands rested on my waist - and wondered if he was looking for leverage.

I wasn't wrong. His hands grabbed me in place, as his pelvis moved greedily against mine. There was a wet, dull sound as our flesh met, fluids coating us both, creating a score that turned me on. I wanted to open myself more to him, but there wasn't much more I could offer. He was all in, the one in charge, commandeering the act, controlling me.

In my mind, all I could think was it felt amazing, so unbearably good. It was everything I had expected and more, and now I could understand how people could get addicted to this. With a man of his skill, it was easy.

I was totally and utterly open to him - I couldn't spread my legs anymore than this and he couldn't reach inside me more than he did. Every time that blessing pressure hit me, it felt amazing; every time he invaded me deeper, and deeper and faster as seconds ticked, all I could think was that I wished I endured longer.

My anatomy was easily stimulated by his precise movements. So, sooner than I wished for, my release invaded the moment.

"Already?" I heard him say, and I imagined he had to be smirking as he said it. "I'm not finished yet."

I tried to say something in between whimpers but it was difficult to verbalize something adequate with a hard, throbbing penis moving exquisitely against and inside you. He took advantage of my flexibility to push me over, to change his rhythm and frequency. His rigidity felt blessing, and his constant movement didn't let me descend from the moment I just had - he prolonged it, which was not only pleasant… but very very enticing.

I felt exhausted by the moment he found release. His groan was meant and very satisfied, which put a smile on my face.

I felt his body made contact with my back - his chest and abdomen, to be precise. We were both panting, and he rested his arms each by my side. His moist and hot breath hit my neck, and I sensed how peaceful the after-intercourse moment might actually be.

"You're wonderful."

And talking about an ego boost. I couldn't feel more complete.

"And you are…" I paused, feeling a little out of what to say. "…amazing."

I heard him snort and I smiled, as he got out of me slowly, with a pained low grunt. We laid next to each other, my face on the crook of his neck, his arms all around me. We were sweaty and smelled of each other, which was very pleasing. I smiled at his skin, feeling truly happy. Could this get any perfect? I doubted, and cuddled myself into him, his body holding me tightly. I was in heaven.

This was heaven, be with the man I loved. Tiredness eventually won me over, taking me to the land of dreams with the man of my life holding me hostage.

A/N - And there you go. Hope you liked it. ;)

(PS. It was about time, the tension between them was unbearable lol.)