Author's Note: Inspired by Florence + the Machine's Spectrum - the song of warm hues and happiness.
"Does that feel good?" he asked her very, very quietly. He made good use of her closed eyelids by kissing them both, then focused his opened lips on her forehead before he allowed himself a grunt. He was inside her for the very first time.
Their physical intimacy was a beast born of gradual evolution. She'd started it. The act of letting her head rest on his lap after a particularly exhausting mission was an involuntary one but it brought consequences nevertheless. The Universe wanted its balance and Liz's innocence was not going to change a thing. She'd woken up, instantly startled. She'd taken a much-deserved nap in his immaculate Mercedes as Dembe drove them to her motel. He hadn't dared move a muscle then, astonished by the physical proximity he was gifted with. She'd gotten out of his car so quickly afterwards, she didn't give him enough time to come back to his senses and reassure her she'd done nothing wrong at all.
Their lovemaking was his fault too - he refused to sedate his silent hunger for her with the cautious touches he'd allowed himself prior to that evening. Now that he'd had a taste of what it would feel like to have her head pressed against his groin, his desire for her had started to reject its previous laughable allowance.
Evolution continued its organic course when he invited himself inside her motel room a week later. She'd just taken a shower; the fibers of her towel were still hard at work, trying to absorb every droplet of water on her body. He kissed her then, not feigning romanticism. It was a rough, wet kiss that required an arsenal of tongues and sucking. He'd told her to lie down and busied his mouth with her clit, probing her entrance with his tongue. What was she to do when he nibbled her stomach and licked her nipples so expertly? He made her come with his fingers that night, rubbing her clit ferociously as her wetness helped him along.
Evolution brought the living to their optimal potential; it erased previous limitations and enhanced life itself, making it fuller, better.
It was evolution that turned their unquenched desire for one another into real sex.
It was barely three o'clock in the afternoon and the sun had no intention to spare their egos. It was shining through the windows of their hotel room, making every truth about their bodies transparent. But because the Universe always sought its balance and the Sun was forever just, the unforgiving sunlight illuminating their forms was giving away its most splendid hues of orange and yellow. Nothing bad could come out of so much warmth and shared kindness.
He was on top of her and her legs were spread wide. Their stomachs and chest were pressed together as he moved inside her with ease. She was tight despite the years of regular sex with her former husband. They were not using a condom and she'd hurried him inside her before his pre-cum could go to waste on her belly. His penis was not smooth – its pronounced veins were filled with aroused, impatient blood; they were rubbing her in all the right places. She moaned, short and sweet. Her legs made their way onto his back as he moved in and out of her; he was kissing her on the mouth repeatedly, using his tongue to massage hers. Neither evolution nor perfection required an elaborate choreography. Their first time was uncomplicated and fairly quick. Regardless, she throbbed around him when she orgasmed and he remained nestled inside her as he softened.
"It feels grand," she answered at last.
