Stunning post, Mel. Pardon my tardiness.
Edit: This post was revised for a more conclusive ending. And because it was weird(er) before. :|
It was not meant to be, but for that stretch of time, that length of flesh, Poe welcomed it for what it was. Their fall into a sensual abyss came with a startling suitability. A unique moment in the right place at the right time, she found planes of a strange and striking body that fitted her own. She was a fierce lover who spoke no words, but communicated rawly, confidently with her body and eyes up until the last seconds when senses melted and blurred into something so far deep, it seemed far away.
When the heat had left her body and the small island in its big ocean came back into focus, she held and released a long breath from her lungs. A heave of her modestly unclad chest, a drag of limbs, she rolled to her side to face her one-time lover. The moonlight reflected from his pale form, highlighting details in his fur and alluding to the structure below. He looked different to her, now. A little more complex, a little more familiar or closer to her source of comfort. Naive perhaps, as these things rarely came as simply as she made them out to be, but it left her unabashed and unconcerned for the wake. So a hand stretched out across his stomach and draped over his side and her cheek melded against his shoulder. "Well," she murmured, tasting the smoke on this tip of her tongue as she did. "The night has changed." Her gaze carried across and beyond Ahren's profile to the constellations surrounding the belly-full moon, and she too, did not think of a lost her.  | ||
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