Glow--Part 5 (end)
anonymous
May 4 2009, 02:04:14 UTC
Ah, and that brings the hungry, needy, crawling want back full-force. She drives back to meet him, sparks and waves of feeling racing out from where they are joined. The rhythm is irregular, now slow and rolling, now fast and sharp, it is unpredictable and strange, but it’s good, too. More than good.
It’s connection-connectedness. Feeling outside herself and within herself at once. Feeling him feeling her, amidst all the light and sound. As they move together, one of her hands finds his, and they press as one, palm to palm, finger to finger. He stills for a moment, watching the hands with her, considering every aspect of them. Not the simple, obvious things; that his hands are big and rough and fair, and hers are small and soft and dark. If she knows him, and she does, he is considering the same thing she is, how the warmth travels between their palms, mixing energy, mixing life. He is considering the texture, the shape, the metaphor, how it’s them, their hands, how it’s love.
He sighs, curling his fingers in the space between hers, and kisses the back of her hand. Their joined hands are then cradled between their chests, and he resumes loving her with every part of himself. She’s distantly amazed that she is lasting as long as she is, under the onslaught of merciless amounts of stimulation like this. That he is managing well himself is less amazing, but still a surprise, given the circumstances.
Then he rocks in deep, so deep, and makes a broken little sound just under her jaw, muscles flexing and hips grinding in at the apex-or nadir?-of the motion. It’s like the ground has vanished, and she’s in an instant freefall, coming fast and fully, and several times at once. She barely feels him spend himself in another few thrusts. She feels their hands, together between them in the shadow of the sun, and hazy bliss settling warm all throughout her.
The world is still spinning a little as he pulls out to lie beside her, but that’s alright. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with anything. Oh, except for one thing:
Writer!anon... wow. I'm glad I decided to have one last look at the Fill List before going back to my studies. The way you described what they were sensing, the overall feeling of this is... it just draws you in and... makes you feel it too, if that makes any sense. And the last little part was a cute touch too.
Thanks so much for this fill! OP is too overwhelmed to write a decent comment.
Re: Glow--Part 5 (end)
anonymous
May 13 2009, 23:30:22 UTC
I cannot understand why this hasn't gotten any more reviews. You do such a good job of conveying the distorted sensory impressions and mental processes under influence here. And with that comes a lovely imagery, and sexy on top of it. Great writing here, anon <3
It’s connection-connectedness. Feeling outside herself and within herself at once. Feeling him feeling her, amidst all the light and sound. As they move together, one of her hands finds his, and they press as one, palm to palm, finger to finger. He stills for a moment, watching the hands with her, considering every aspect of them. Not the simple, obvious things; that his hands are big and rough and fair, and hers are small and soft and dark. If she knows him, and she does, he is considering the same thing she is, how the warmth travels between their palms, mixing energy, mixing life. He is considering the texture, the shape, the metaphor, how it’s them, their hands, how it’s love.
He sighs, curling his fingers in the space between hers, and kisses the back of her hand. Their joined hands are then cradled between their chests, and he resumes loving her with every part of himself. She’s distantly amazed that she is lasting as long as she is, under the onslaught of merciless amounts of stimulation like this. That he is managing well himself is less amazing, but still a surprise, given the circumstances.
Then he rocks in deep, so deep, and makes a broken little sound just under her jaw, muscles flexing and hips grinding in at the apex-or nadir?-of the motion. It’s like the ground has vanished, and she’s in an instant freefall, coming fast and fully, and several times at once. She barely feels him spend himself in another few thrusts. She feels their hands, together between them in the shadow of the sun, and hazy bliss settling warm all throughout her.
The world is still spinning a little as he pulls out to lie beside her, but that’s alright. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with anything. Oh, except for one thing:
“Matthew?”
“Mm?”
“…do you have any snacks?”
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Thanks so much for this fill! OP is too overwhelmed to write a decent comment.
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