When I was writing this, I wasn't sure who it was I was envisioning. At parts I saw Eric and Sookie from the Southern Vampire Mysteries. Other times I felt it was Brennan and Booth from Bones. Maybe it's both of those couples, perhaps it's neither. Truly though, this is just the story of a man and woman at their barest of moments. Two people that have been scarred deeply by living and are now healing in the way only a pair in love can. They're name is your own, their face, your lover's. They are you and they are me; everything we know we are and aren't; that which we can and can not be.

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He opened his mouth to speak, and she cut him off with a kiss.

She didn't want to hear it.

But she did want to feel it. The way his hand rode up and down her skin, marking her with his fingerprints. His mouth on her breast working the perky peaks he found there. The hardness pressed again her leg, twitching in time with all her wired muscles.

She lived to feel.

The winter air was cold on her flushed skin. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that his heat wasn't on. But that microbe thought fled as she felt him slide his tongue down her quivering stomach. Her eyes closed on their own accord, and her head pushed back onto the pillow as her body shook in anticipation.

She didn't have to wait long though. It seemed like he had finally gotten the message that tonight was about showing, not telling. He latched onto her, sucking and drawing from her as if she contained the sweet nectar of life. Her muscles clenched and relaxed, all at once and completely apart. Her body on sweet fire as his tongue and mouth moved over her in ways she didn't know were possible. It didn't matter that she had, had partners before this. Somehow it felt as if this were the first time all over again.

Her mouth screamed all by itself as she fell over the edge of bliss. Her body hummed it's praise to his ministrations as a part of her sought only to take a breath after that experience. But tonight was about feeling, about showing all they had to tell. Before the stars had fully left her head he was in her, moving slowly, deeply as if he had all the time in the world.

In that moment, he did.

Her body joined with his, catching onto the rhythm he set and riding along as if she were the waves controlled by his moon. A breath at her ear opened her eyes as if he had turned on a switch and she found him looking at her with an intensity she had not known was possible. Her eyes stayed locked onto his, drawn like a moth to a flame. A beautiful, burning, powerful flame that offered a home of solace and forgiveness, understanding and cleansing in a world that had tainted her soul.

She could not be sure which of the experiences she was having was best. Was it the mind-blowing bliss of joined completion? Or was it the sense of the limitless everything and complete nothingness that neither of them would speak? Though they both knew it's meaning, knew its implication despite the complications. They had been shown, they had been told.