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Distantly, Elan felt his back hit the bed.
Rolling on his side, yes, that is what he was doing. Sweat. His skin was slick with sweat and the air was thick with smells of him and her. Breathing--yes, he ought to breathe. His mind was wrapped in an ecstatic fog. His hand fumbled and caught Shelley's--his fingers interlacing with hers. It was like waking from nirvana. Shifting slightly, he could feel the sticky fluids on his body, but he could not care less. Somewhere in his mind, the urge to become clean rose but his mind and body were wrapped in white and ready for sleep.
His breath was ragged as he turned his face towards her and smiled softly, the bliss evident on his face. The fire that had coursed through his veins was gone--replaced with an oceanic peace.
The Creator was in his heaven and all was right with the world.
Rolling on his side, yes, that is what he was doing. Sweat. His skin was slick with sweat and the air was thick with smells of him and her. Breathing--yes, he ought to breathe. His mind was wrapped in an ecstatic fog. His hand fumbled and caught Shelley's--his fingers interlacing with hers. It was like waking from nirvana. Shifting slightly, he could feel the sticky fluids on his body, but he could not care less. Somewhere in his mind, the urge to become clean rose but his mind and body were wrapped in white and ready for sleep.
His breath was ragged as he turned his face towards her and smiled softly, the bliss evident on his face. The fire that had coursed through his veins was gone--replaced with an oceanic peace.
The Creator was in his heaven and all was right with the world.