Just a quick drabble I posted on tumblr after the season 3 finale...


It's simple.

They fall and rise in a timeless rhythm, reading each other near perfectly as they come together sinuously, finally giving in with practiced ease after what seems like a lifetime of waiting, denial and struggle; their actions effortless and natural as they embrace the moment and leave their pasts behind them.

It's slow.

They take their time, exploring every last inch of each other. He feathers his mouth across her flushed and heated skin; and she ghosts soft caresses and tender touches up and down the length of his trembling body. Their lips meeting in unhurried and deliberate kisses, they whisper lazy endearments and gentle praises, giving themselves over to each other completely.

It's heated.

Passion simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to brand and burn with the intensity of a thousand fiery suns, he swallows her soft and drawn out cries and she savors his breathless and broken gasps. The sound of his name tumbling from her lips in a hushed and awe-filled tone only drowned out by the lingering notes of hers as he whispers it again and again; she leads him into blissful and blinding oblivion and he follows, never once looking back.

It's right.

Laying in the aftermath, legs tangled together, and bodies glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, they listen to their racing hearts—beating perfectly in sync—and relish in the feel of warm skin against warm skin as the last of their barriers finally fall and their old and tortured demons quiet and fade. Shared love calmly acknowledged and fully embraced; they silently welcome each other home.