Simplicity: Intimate Love

(Fourth in a series of vignettes exploring the basic needs of human life. Prior needs: Shelter, Light, Touch.)


Curtains of steam swayed from the water and swam with the scent of lavender.

The rush and splashing stopped, and the puffs of white calmed.

Her shape reclined in the fogged mirror. Arm raised in the relaxed heat. Eyes closed.

His shirt dropped on the floor.

The sole of his foot sank into the bubbles and flinched.

Hot.

He dipped in again. Slower.

Heat shivers scurried up his legs. He waited for the burn to subside.

Down in the water, beads trailed from her forehead to her cheeks and hung from her chin like jewels. Dark curls of hair clung to her neck and fell in wet points around her shoulders.

He slipped down into the water and positioned across from her.

Slick skin against slick skin. Legs intertwining.

She smiled and wiggled to fit him better.

A lazy wave reflected off the tub. Back and forth. Back and forth. He let his weight drain.

And wiped a wet hand over his face.

She watched him through half-open eyes.

Resting.

His arms propped on knees. Sweat beading on his brow.

The lavender. The heat. The eddies of steam. He floated in the vicinity of dreams.

Her gaze dropped to the dark spirals of hair on his chest. It sharpened at his midline and disappeared beneath the water.

His sensations drifted from the confines of his body.

She drew her leg alongside his to feel the tickle of his hair.

So much hardness.

Her ankles closing.

His face against the world eroding.

Encircled him.

The tides swept back.

A breathless electricity.

He sensed the path. Calves sweeping to tender valleys behind her knees. Soft lines higher. Converging.

Forbidden.

His square shoulders moved. The sharp angles of his face. She felt herself falling, wanting to give herself to them.

His lips touched the hollows of her neck. Half kisses. Down to the rise of her chest.

His face scratchy, a little harsh.

Skin too intoxicating to be dreamed.

Laying herself in his hands.

His body enfolding in hers.

Head bent back, offering more.

Harsh breaths lifting her.

Opening.

Perched above the water.

Knees granting what she hides from herself.

Hands praying in her darkness.

The heat of his breath about to touch.

Feeling her legs shake.

Sacrifice.

Sacrifice.

Trying not to die.

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY from Jason and Aine!
May you have all the intimacy you can handle.
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