One of these should ring very familiar as it was in CH51. Not all snippets are used in scenes, but most scenes are written around snippets (published or otherwise).
Enjoy.
He had had the warmth of a woman, small and soft curled in front of him. He used to run his hands down her leg and back up to her breasts because an accident once got him a moaning response. And he knew his way around her anatomy from many trials and stupid errors. All her complexities and peculiarities setting each woman apart from all the others it baffled him. Being in the warm curve of his lovers body, knowing for certain the call and response of each touch, he was far more at peace than he'd been with any woman.
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In his mind, she wouldn't have said her fear had changed if she didn't want to explore the possibilities. Even though she was stiff shouldered and her eyes were evasive, he would oblige her with a persistent pursuit. Touching her hand was always electric but tonight locking fingers between hers felt like turning the tumblers and planting his lips on her temple was twisting the knob. Pinching her neck and drawing her name with his tongue pressed open the door. Even if she offered other distractions, her body never turned from him, her hands lurched out across his chest and shoulders, the tilt of her neck beckoned him in. Gently lifting her shirt caused her to hesitate, but ice cold fingers on her back brought her forward to escape and seek warmth. A little push and she was open for an adventurer to explore.
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While contemplating the clinical definition of catatonic, he coerced stiff limbs into motion. The calamity playing out in front of them spurred him into a run, as fast as any man could run with a shell shocked shadow. Rocks and debris hurtled towards them following their path to the makeshift barricade made from the remnants of the stage and the crater left in the soil.
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Cold water trickled down from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine. The chill bringing her back to a more stable sense of reality. She walked to the far wall, ten paces from him then slid down carefully. Her legs splayed out in front of her, feet relaxing outward. She tapped her head against the tile while she thought.
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They parted after tender and sequestered touches. Their emotions heightened by proximity, promises and crisp, clean sheets. He nurtured her soul as much as her body, the satisfaction amplified by her reciprocating care.
They abandoned the cloaking miseries of solitude. Reunited with a fervor only new lovers separated by weeks can muster, they collided in a war of limbs casting debris among the furniture and testing the bonds of trust.