-- dance the night away --

N/A · 05-08-2013, 08:20 PM

He groaned as she pleaded with him, and finding himself unable to tease her any longer, he would slip forward and into perpetual bliss. Their bodies intertwined in the most sensual of ways as the two became one. No longer was there Sol and Celeste, there was only passion.

[ f a d e ]

When finally the moment came, Marvel reluctantly peeled himself from the Sol's bodice, feeling a rush of cool air flow over his abdomen. The fire in his loins had been sated for the time being, but he knew it would return - it always did. Tongue raked across dry lips as he nibbled his way back to her shoulderblade, where his head would rest and a sigh would slip from those same parched lips. I hope that was satisfactory enough, Sol. Mocking tones would dribble from his lips as he found his limbs to be weaker than he remembered them. He was tired, dreadfully so, but would stay awake as long as he could - for her. Normally his routine was very plainly to hump and dump, but this would have to be different. She was his Sol, and he her Celeste. In no way, shape, or form could he forget this night, and he knew she would not forget it either. Still, it meant nothing special other than the fact that they'd both needed a bit of a release. He wondered if their night was over - and perhaps a bit selfishly wished that it was. He needed rest.

speeeech,

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