Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Need ❯ Afterglow ( Chapter 3 )

Afterglow

[Part III]

[Disclaimer: Not mine, won't ever be mine. Please don't sue, I mean no harm and I'm broke.]

ADD. NOTES: Not entirely sure what this is... But I'm guessing this is the third part of 'Need'. It felt like it anyway when it came around and demanded attention. It took me 2 hours to write. Somehow it feels overworked, and at the same time not. I'll be damned before I figure it out though... Same soundtrack as for 'Obsession'. Damn muse!!!

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Limbs move under sheets, tangling, dancing, twining around each other...

A hand skim down a side, familiar scars are traced and loved, worshipped...

Another hand tangled in golden hair, lips meet in a tender kiss, soft groans, a small sigh of bliss...

Silence.

Two still forms rest on a creaky bed, a golden head pressed against a pale shoulder. Red hair whisking over a grey pillow, damp with sweat. No movement at all, nothing except soft breaths and whispered needs. Nothing but the slowing of racing heartbeats and relaxation of limbs.

Two beings entwined, if not in bodies then still in souls, basking in each other's warmth and in the peace that reign in this moment. Arms wrapped around narrow hips bringing the bodies even closer again, kindling another kind of fire. Flames of warmth fanning out in tendrils, forcing the chill out of spent limbs.

A leg thrown over the other's, face once again pressed against a shoulder, a throat, a cheek... Fingers skimming over muscles, shudders wrecking the stillness, another soft moan breaking the silence. A head turn, solemn green meet solemn green before closing again, pressing even closer.

Lips meet in a tender kiss, barely brushing, touching... Strengthening the spell that has finally bound them together, chained them to each other.

They speak without words, minds weaving together, twining, turning, twisting inside till they are the same being again, can never be complete without the other. Can never feel the pain of separation again without facing their worst fears. Can never deny this bond, these threads.

Drowning in each other, drowning in the silent promises, the silent emotions...

A hand brush back red strands, fingers marveling at the feel, green eyes worshipping the shivers, the moans... The soft sighs...

Another hand rise to return the gesture, shaking ever so slightly when touching golden skin, radiating pure bliss, pure electricity, igniting a thousand tiny flames again. Lips quiver, eyes close, breath held.

No promises spoken, no empty words destroying the moment... Nothing but silence, nothing but wave upon wave of emotions, of feelings, of skin touching skin... Of cooling bodies and tangled limbs never to part again...

Ever...

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Strange? Mmmm... Tell me about it... *scowls at muse*