He was there, and willing to be her rock. There were no words; there weren't any words needed. His kiss, his touch was all the silver hued femme needed. He lowered her to the soft grass and she watched him through her lashes, an instinctive coyness not letting her look directly at him. His gentleness was a stark contrast to how their first time had ended up. That time it had started gentle and ended rougher. And that was okay. And this was okay as well. She wanted this.
He leaned over her and she could see the droplets of water in his fur, shimmering like diamonds in his velvet fur. She felt as if her scars had faded away, leaving her pristine and pure. As if her heartache had melted away, absorbed by the sea and the sky and the ground. Taken away by the tenderness in her lover's touch. There was no Lucifer now, only Haku. And it was good. He caressed her breast and she let a hand drift up and lightly trace the contours of his face. Her fingers ran down the jaw line, down his neck and shoulder, nd finally landed lightly on his chest, like a butterfly landing on a daisy. She didn't speak, but only continued to watch. If roughness was all he knew, she would teach him gentleness.
There was no one else for them, just eachother. No loyalties but to the other. It was just male and female under the stars. And it was right. He was all she desired now, and she wanted to feel his lengths against hers, the pebbles in the grass pressing into her body, to feel the earth rough beneath her, to have his weight and his warmth. She was alive, truly alive, and she felt it in every fiber of her being.
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