Entropy

She wasn't sure what it was that drove her here. A need, I biological urge, or something more complex. Perhaps it was the pull of two human beings who knew no other way. Only for what their hearts had so strongly been telling them for so long, but they had otherwise ignored. For fear of...of what? The feelings invoked? The vulnerability of finally giving in? Or something much greater?

All she knows as she stands outside his door. Is that she can't fight it any longer. The pull is too great, and who is she to deny the music her heart strings so desperately want to play? It's been to silent, deep in her heart. Just the soft beating of loneliness, the quiet ebb and flow of the life she's been carelessly holding onto.

When the door opens, She's not all together ready for what she sees. She thought she was. But her resolve slips and she nearly turns back around. But it's her heart that gives her away. It flutters so strongly, the blood flows to her cheeks and her face betrays her inner most desires. She's halfway turned out the doorway before he catches her by the wrist. Yanking her inside and slamming the door behind her. Her back hits the cold wood, steady at her spine that is tingly all over with sensation all before he even touches her.

And even then, it's like torture. He's been waiting so long for her, it's as though he's unsure of where to start. He's got her back up against his door. His first instincts were to be quick about it. But now that he has the control, sees the rise and fall over her chest as she breaths shallowly. Now? He wants to savor this moment.

She has no other choice but to comply. She's breathless, speechless as he finally moves in. It starts with a single touch. But not any touch mind you. It's the steady rise of her shirt at her waist. If he's going to touch her, it's going to be flesh against hot flesh. There is no other way. And she knows.. that he knows it's the right and wrong move.

An audible gasp escapes her lips she's been so desperately trying to keep in a tight line. But the feel of his hand ghosting up her side under her shirt is too much. It's not long before she begins to tremble. He feels it. Feather light against his palm. So he uses one hand to press her further into the door, to steady her. Only, it makes it worse. The feel of his strong hand pressing down on her, along with his fingers scorching a path up her side. And then he's moving in. She closes her eyes at the warmth of his body closing in on her. The heat radiating off of him is so enticing, she has to take in a deep breath. But then her senses are overloaded. He smells so amazing, and his body is nearly pressed to hers, and now his mouth is open, breathing sweet hot breaths onto the nape of her neck.

Her hands are fisted at her sides, and they twitch when his tongue darts out, tasting her briefly. When he pulls back, he blows on the spot, making her flesh chill and rise with goose bumps. Her back arches off the door. She needs to be closer.

"shh." he breaths into her ear. Pressing her back against the door, but following the backwards motion and emphasizing what he wants with his own body. He's flush against her now.

Her heart sings, and she lets out a hum. The feel of her body vibrating against his, sending a shock wave through the both of them. And then she can't take it anymore. She needs to touch him. Rising her hand, she rests it on his stomach, fingers lightly digging into him as she ascends. He appears steady, calm. She can feel the erratic heart beats giving him away. The quick thump of his heart against her hand on the way up to his neck says otherwise. She smiles, biting down on her lip and looking into his eyes threw her eyelashes. His eyes close at the seductive look in her deep green, and he looks upwards, his neck exposed. She can see the rise and fall of his adams apple as he swallows. She licks her lips, hooking her arm around his neck.

She scratches him lightly, making his head drop back down so she can pull him in. And then there is no space left between them. Her lips meet his hungrily. Everything up until this moment doesn't matter anymore. In fact they use it all to their advantage. Sealing it away with the lock of their lips and the dueling of their tongues in a fast dance of long lost secrets, recent betrayal, and unspoken love.

She moans into his mouth when his hips grind into hers, causing her to bite down on his lower lip. He groans forcing himself closer. Their bodies meld as one. Skin so hot and on fire they are surprised their clothes don't ignite and singe off their bodies. Not that they will be staying on much longer. But for now, they revel in the touch, which eventually become less frenzied, a crescendo to smooth caresses and slow sway of two bodies dancing rhythmically together.

He breaks apart first, being the one who meant to start it. Or maybe it was her. She did show up at his door. Doesn't matter now that he can taste her on his tongue, feel her still trembling body hum against his fingertips.

She gathers her breaths. Each one coming out pleasantly strained. Her hands descend from around his neck, and rest on his chest as she slowly lifts her eyes to meet his. What she sees there is the unspoken word. Something they have mastered, and yet, she has a few on the tip of her tongue, along with the taste of him she has been longing to quench. She looks down. Watching her own fingers play with the top button of his navy blue dress shirt.

"I love you." She says, feathering her fingertips along his jaw and cupping his ear.

His eyes close, and he takes in a long deep breath. He exhales through his nose, the air tickling her face. He doesn't say anything at all. He doesn't need to. He's said it before, and he will certainly say it again. But for now. The two will bask in her ability to say it. What it means for them, and what comes after.

Okay so... you can place this anywhere you want. It has no timeline.

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