So, hey, I didn't get that job I was up for. But no worries. Onward and upward. Thought I'd do a bit of writing whilst I was still in between job searching to keep my spirits up. I've got a new one shot on the way. But for now, here's a small offering. So far for HL2, I seem to be writing a lot of tender, emotional ones. Which is fine for me, because I like tender and emotional. Who's to say Kirsty and Pinhead can't be in love? ;) Hope you enjoy it. I'd love more ideas for this series, so if you have any prompts, let me know. - Laura
Lovemaking
The hem of the Cenobite Prince's billowing dark leather cassock flowed smoothly over the stone floor of his chambers as he leisurely approached his lover, his soulmate. His Kirsty.
They soon stood toe to toe, his six foot plus frame towering over hers, coal black and brown eyes meeting, his long and pale fingers entwining with her conversely warmer feminine digits. Then their lips tentatively met. No words were spoken between them. No spoken words were needed when they could convey the depth of their love through every touch and brush of their flesh.
Their lips never once parting, the Cenobite Leader swept her up into his arms, carrying her towards his magnificent bed which was fit for a King...
Soon, they came together in bliss.
There's no wild rush or frantic chase. The Prince simply wished to hold her, and show her the depth of his desire, his yearning, his very love, for her with each movement of his hips. The way his palms tantalisingly roamed across Kirsty's body, the way he moaned her very name, the way he kept his onyx gaze locked with hers as he pleasured her with every perfect rhythmic undulation of his thrusts...and the most rewarding of all; to see the ripple of utter rapture and satisfaction evident across her beautiful face, and to hear each murmur, every gasp and coo, and her calling of his name with every thrust, and every touch and kiss.
Their shadows danced together across the wall, and clothes lay abandoned on the floor as nothing else mattered to either one. He murmured sweet words in his human lover's ear, his semi-warm breath brushing against Kirsty's lips every time he leaned forward to kiss her, despite how breathless she made him feel.
It was a cherished moment, giving and receiving everything they both had to offer to one another through the rather human act of lovemaking.