Everything for Her VoicedisneykinkloverMarch 14 2013, 18:52:37 UTC
This ended up more melancholy than you probably wanted... Meh.
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Everything for Her Voice
They had been married for sixty years when Ariel died. Tears plagued his eyes as Eric watched her limp body float out to the ocean she had come from. He would miss his wife, miss her eyes, miss her smile, miss her voice most of all.
Every time they had been intimate and even when they hadn't, all he had ever done was for her pleasure, to hear her voice. Ariel would moan and groan, give little whimpers and mewlings. Sometimes she was quiet, many times she was not. She could whisper and she would scream, gasp wildly, and shout his name. Sometimes all it took was the barest touch of Eric's fingers upon her skin and Ariel would light up like a star, her voice lilting. He was sure she'd hit every octave available to the human tongue and even some that weren't supposed to be.
She rarely sung in public. Eric thought it a bit humorous that she was shy but he loved that she sang for him. Sometimes Ariel sang in the bath, many times she sang for the joy of it and for him. Several times she sang, stringing sounds together without actual words or process, while they made love. Those were Eric's favorite songs. They were all for him, and he alone; yet Ariel found such joy in them.
Everything he did, he did for his Ariel, to hear her voice, her happiness.
Eric flung his old body to the sea - he would hear her again.
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Everything for Her Voice
They had been married for sixty years when Ariel died. Tears plagued his eyes as Eric watched her limp body float out to the ocean she had come from. He would miss his wife, miss her eyes, miss her smile, miss her voice most of all.
Every time they had been intimate and even when they hadn't, all he had ever done was for her pleasure, to hear her voice. Ariel would moan and groan, give little whimpers and mewlings. Sometimes she was quiet, many times she was not. She could whisper and she would scream, gasp wildly, and shout his name. Sometimes all it took was the barest touch of Eric's fingers upon her skin and Ariel would light up like a star, her voice lilting. He was sure she'd hit every octave available to the human tongue and even some that weren't supposed to be.
She rarely sung in public. Eric thought it a bit humorous that she was shy but he loved that she sang for him. Sometimes Ariel sang in the bath, many times she sang for the joy of it and for him. Several times she sang, stringing sounds together without actual words or process, while they made love. Those were Eric's favorite songs. They were all for him, and he alone; yet Ariel found such joy in them.
Everything he did, he did for his Ariel, to hear her voice, her happiness.
Eric flung his old body to the sea - he would hear her again.
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