[Another low chuckle as he loses the jacket, his shirt now open. But as he usually does, rather than immediately giving her what she wants, he's going to tease her mercilessly, his hand sliding up from the back of her calf to the inside of her knee to lift it up—]
...So I'll take my time.
[—so that his lips can run over the soft, smooth, skin while his teeth nip against the well-toned muscles. Further up and in he goes, his other hand pushing up the skirt of her dress to brush over her hip, navel, then back down...
...And as he said, he was first going to quench that "thirst" with a special "drink" that only she could create and only he could take. One that he has complete control in stimulating, taking his time as he savors her sweet taste, his fingers and tongue pushing her to the brink over and over again, making her come so close to grasping the stars before he finally lets her reach it.
Even though the music is faintly playing in the background, the only "song" he hears is the sound of her voice, and after he's had his fill it becomes a duet as his own voice joins hers so they can seek those stars together, reaching for that heavenly point that if they aren't careful could snap them awake. And each time the star-like lights burst and crackle before dimming again, the telltale flowers spreading all over the bar and the countertop to turn it into their own bed.
And yet, it's not enough. It never is with these two. They both, especially Eustace, want to give everything to each other, to connect their souls in this special, unique place where only they can be. And while being in a dream can be satisfying...it also deepens that want and hunger for the other.
Once it becomes clear they can't feel fully satisfied, they will leave the dream and continue with intense fervor and passion, the night and the conveyed feelings fueling them further. No matter how many times they confirm and profess their love, each time it always feels new, sends an overwhelming rush of emotions that Eustace cannot contain and loses himself to.
So by the time they feel content and satisfied, the sun will have already started to peek through their windows, and it would be sometime before they are able to wake up. Whether they want to get out...that is a different story. But regardless, there is an overwhelming peace, joy, and love that continues to envelope them, their tree continuing to blossom as if it were still spring instead of turning winter.]
~fin.
[Another low chuckle as he loses the jacket, his shirt now open. But as he usually does, rather than immediately giving her what she wants, he's going to tease her mercilessly, his hand sliding up from the back of her calf to the inside of her knee to lift it up—]
...So I'll take my time.
[—so that his lips can run over the soft, smooth, skin while his teeth nip against the well-toned muscles. Further up and in he goes, his other hand pushing up the skirt of her dress to brush over her hip, navel, then back down...
...And as he said, he was first going to quench that "thirst" with a special "drink" that only she could create and only he could take. One that he has complete control in stimulating, taking his time as he savors her sweet taste, his fingers and tongue pushing her to the brink over and over again, making her come so close to grasping the stars before he finally lets her reach it.
Even though the music is faintly playing in the background, the only "song" he hears is the sound of her voice, and after he's had his fill it becomes a duet as his own voice joins hers so they can seek those stars together, reaching for that heavenly point that if they aren't careful could snap them awake. And each time the star-like lights burst and crackle before dimming again, the telltale flowers spreading all over the bar and the countertop to turn it into their own bed.
And yet, it's not enough. It never is with these two. They both, especially Eustace, want to give everything to each other, to connect their souls in this special, unique place where only they can be. And while being in a dream can be satisfying...it also deepens that want and hunger for the other.
Once it becomes clear they can't feel fully satisfied, they will leave the dream and continue with intense fervor and passion, the night and the conveyed feelings fueling them further. No matter how many times they confirm and profess their love, each time it always feels new, sends an overwhelming rush of emotions that Eustace cannot contain and loses himself to.
So by the time they feel content and satisfied, the sun will have already started to peek through their windows, and it would be sometime before they are able to wake up. Whether they want to get out...that is a different story. But regardless, there is an overwhelming peace, joy, and love that continues to envelope them, their tree continuing to blossom as if it were still spring instead of turning winter.]