He stared at her across in room, in naked of her openness that strained and swelled his heart again. On hands and knees and settled rest of sit, flat of her shins under fold of legs, her body high and upright as arm reached outstretched to light, one by one, each candle in the hearth.
She was in peace and ease and, even glowed, her spirit was serene.
She thought of his stories, the ways of their stir, not wanting him, or them, to end.
“Nobody cares except those who do, and those that do are the only that find because they care enough to seek even if, in the end, there’s only one that does…Maybe that’s how it’s meant to be…” she mused, smiling in restful pose, weight of her body still in rest of fold and her legs beneath. “Keep giving…Keep writing,” she told. “Nobody cares except those who do; and, just so you know, I do.”
She shrugged her shoulders, looked down and away; not overthinking but neither hiding or want and desire to say.
Light of the sky had fallen. It was hours into night. Room had darkened too, but in the candle light and her spirit’s own illume: she glowed in an amber warmth.
Hearth in glow, candle’s brightened in heat and melt and burn of the molten wax, she rolled in shift from folded rest. In roll and shift, legs freed out from under body. High of her body rested back in support and soft recline onto extend arms behind. Her feet were close and near to seat. Both her legs bent, one flat with knee in rest to ground, other vertical before in soft waver side to side until drape and widened rest that showed sleep paint of her lined rose hue; heavy of his breath in sight; gentleness of her laugh; fast and full of his restore; leg’s waver return, soft bite of lip at sight of his raised heart-pulse, strain-flicking of his sign; her focused change and own deep breaths—needing him again.
His movement to, her arms remaining in their brace, her body it’s upright pose as he grabbed her breast, his palm on high, finger’s wrap and hold of full in face’s fall and kiss’ cover to sensing of her ends; her leg in stronger waver.
Then move of his grip, release of his lips, as he lifted, moved, and brought her waiting to; sight and feel of him across, her encourage rock beneath, warm and slick onto his under; with her body, further raised, her catch of his end, both’s smile then; fit and slide and deep smooth find; her rock-grind onto his deep; rock of his set, return of his give; her body and breasts in love-take bounce as he struck and rocked into her deep; she still in pose, eyes fixed to low, loving their sight and feel.
Again, his set. Again, his give; strike bounce of her body and breasts; narrow and close of her focus-eyes, as she breathed deep with the feel; further swelled, expanded and shown; back’s arc, body’s heave, as he gave and she took again; heave of her breath, greater bounce in the fill; seeing as eyes opened, only for a moment, before closing back again.
Closed eyes, she focused in. Sounds and scents, strengths of feels: these were sense enough.