Yuuki Miyaka (miyaka) wrote, @ 2003-09-07 09:30:00

The Morning
Title: The Morning
Author: Yuuki Miyaka
Fandom: ElfQuest: Splintered Dreams
Pairing or POV: Stormseer/Memory
Written for: petermaxwell
Special Note: Splintered Dreams is a series of original stories by myself and catskyfire

She wakes warm and pliant, nestled into his arms as his hands slowly stroke her body to consciousness. Her hair, still in its braid, is wound around his arm, tethering her to him, though she would never run away. Her eyes drift open, a light grey almost as pale as her hair. She's faced away from him, her back spooned against his front, but he knows the expression in her face well.

His hands know all of her sensitive spots, and it never takes long for him to make her flushed with pleasure, the red tingeing her otherwise-pale skin. He likes watching the blush rise, knowing he created it. She turns in his arms finally, languid movements that speak of her comfort.

It is always a slow ride up in the mornings, as both of them take their time with each other, savoring the soft gasps and moans, the tiny sounds that only they can seem to produce in each other. No matter how many others they share themselves and each other with, in the end, it all comes back to morning, when she wakes, soft and sensual against him.

~End~

Word Count: 190

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