Vague, flowery smut of Kaidan/Jazz.
I know I said I would write a sequel to the last drabble but I wrote this last night when I couldn't sleep, so here ya go. Trying to write more often, sorry it's not great.
Also, I have a habit for writing vague flowery shit when I can't sleep.
She looks at him as if he is sunlight, beautiful and warm. He is everything honest and good. In all the galaxies, she must be the luckiest woman, no way deserving of such a handsome man. But she loves him with everything she has, holding him gently and kissing his face.
She is so smitten, she doesn't notice he looks at her the same way.
His body is heavy on hers, pinning her to the mattress with ease. And yet he is sweet and tender, careful for her comfort. She is too enthralled to pay much mind, her body and mind hazy and distracted. She plays with his hair and breathes softly, legs wrapped around his waist. Her caresses drive him crazy, her whispers urge him to move faster, to take her deeper. She takes all of him with grace, a disheveled beauty that charms him into giving all of himself. He watches her face as they find the edge. She arches, gasping for him as he mutters her name. He rides the final waves until the two of them are totally spent, a tangle of flushed limbs and hushed declarations of love. When he finally collapses, she catches him happily, kissing his cheek, nose, and eyes before they settle into sleep.