OOM: It can Happen To You

[withamagicword]

His room was lit by candles, there were flowers everywhere, and insense as well.

He sat in a seat and waited to see if she would come. He wore a well-fit dress suit and music played from a small cd player he had managed to get. He was nervous but he knew exactly what he wanted and he was ready.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

She's close already, and she's biting her lip in the effort to wait for him, to make this perfect for him.

[withamagicword]

He leans in to kiss her and the feel of her the warmth and almost pain just ruishes up and he whisers.

"Oh, god... I am coming..."

And it becomes a groan and a cry and he comes, hard, shaking, again. His face controrts as pleasure hits him and he buries his face in her shoulder nibbling and sucking and groaning.

[alwaysroomforhope]

She gasps and comes, meeting him there, and although it'd be so very cliche to mention fireworks and sparks ... they're in her head anyway. Sweat-damp hair sticks to her arms and forehead, and the room smells of sex and of Billy, and he's heavy and comforting and real; and he won't leave, she's sure of that. He'll never slip away with the dawn.

She draws one lazy arm up his back to drape across him, holding him there, on her, in her, and relaxes back into the pillow.

[withamagicword]

::Mmmnnn, sogood...::

he kisses her and settles against her and holds her close, eyes drifting closed and mind to quiet, and heart ... content.