From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 6 Feb 2004 06:39:29 -0000
Subject: IT\'S IN THE WAY... by J. LaVa (1/1), MSR, R by Jacquie LaVa
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IT'S IN THE WAY...
By Jacquie LaVa
MSR, R, a (very!) short vignette
Disclaimer:  Clones on loan!
Spoilers:  Nope

Summary:  A man in love reflects on what love is -


"It's In the Way..." 

 
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It's in the smile aimed straight at me, curving lips and a show of
pearly teeth.  It's in the light that reaches big blue eyes and makes
them glow, all for me. 

It's in the soft blush of rosy cheeks and in the murmur that echoes
my name when my arms enfold, when my hands caress - when my mouth
touches down on that elegant spot where neck meets shoulder.

It's in the small, perfect body, straining so close to me.  In the
skin that begs for my stroking, in the flesh that aches to be
pierced, to be filled.  It's in every sigh and each tender moan; it's
in the wet tongue that duels with mine and in the tapered fingernails
that scratch up and down my naked back.

It's in the precious demand of her in our bed, melded against my
heart, the one that beats triple time.  It's in the slippery hot of
her center, pressed into my hardness, seeking it, needing it...
shuddering when I give it over.  It's in the way her legs clamp
around me and the way her breathing hitches and accelerates during
the thrust and parry of a dance older than the ages.  

It's in the minutes of bliss discovered in her arms, in the eternity
of passion contained in her body, in the eons of forever found in her
soul.  It's in the wild kisses we exchange as our movements become
more frenzied, more needy; it's in the way she tightens around me, in
the way she convulses against me, in the way she cries out my name...
it's in the way she comes. 

It's in the reaction I can't help but glory in, as I follow after,
as I groan and shout and shake and swell and explode.  It's in the
way her endless generosity drains me, fills me, completes me.

It's in the way she tears up when I bathe her with my life.

She loves me... it's in that, most of all.  I'd die for her... and
it's there, too.

It's in the way our bodies calm and cool, in the soft reaffirmations
we whisper between us as the shadows lengthen in the room.  It's
in the way we fall asleep holding each other, hands gentle upon each
other, lips rubbing softly on sated flesh - so softly.

It's in the way we awaken hours later, entwined together, warm skin
meshed; in the way my damp lips press into her delicate nape.  It's
in the shared pillow, the spooning, the comfort we find with each
other beneath blankets and sheets; in the way those sheets are
scented with such a balanced combination of us.

It's in the assurance that we'd rather be here than anywhere else on
earth; it's in the way we acknowledge without words the depth of our
commitment... in the way we understand this time it's forever.

It's in the way we make love; in the way we're IN love... and
nothing in this world has ever been, or will ever be... quite so 
priceless.


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End note:  Five years, and I'm still in love with De Love!