hands on breasts, cupping, squeezing, legs wrapped around each other, bodies electrically touching, mouths in continuous contact...

--

"what are you doing?" he asked, as his hand cupped her ass and he pulled her closer to his body, to get her warmth near him.

she mmm'ed, smiled, and snuggled against him, leg wrapping around his.

he rolled his eyes at the possessive gesture, but didn't move her off of him, secretly savoring the touch.

--

and then, suddenly, there's this explosion of feeling, of passion, and mouths are ripped apart, filled with screams and moans instead of tongues and lips...

--

"i love you..." he whispered into her hair, half hoping she was asleep, that she couldn't hear his declaration, and half hoping she wasn't asleep, so she would hear.

another low, wordless murmur, and then a soft, "you, too."

--

there's spasms and screams again and again, as if there's no neighbors on the other side of cheap, paper-thin apartment walls...

--

he's tense. so very tense. tense wondering if she meant it, tense wondering what this means for them now. he's just tense.

--

and then, there's a collapse, as if there won't be any movement for centuries. and then the unspoken question: go again?

--

soft kisses are what wakes him out of the stupor his body has created, and as they progress up towards his mouth, his body relaxes, and suddenly, he's no longer worried about what the future holds for them,

as long as he's with her...