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Carol's arms, stretched out above her head, her slender wrists bound by a scratchy rope.

Daryl's fingers, calloused and strong, yet so tender.

His breath, hot and humid against her skin, his lips, nipping at her pulse point.

He bathes her in affection.

He showers her in love.

Again and again he brings her to the brink, with his fingers and his mouth and his tongue and his love.

And when she falls, he catches her

And when she flies, he catches her.

With his fingers and his mouth and his tongue and his love.

She trusts him.