Willow

Aftermath

The kiss sent him reeling. He tasted her and breathed in her scent. She smelled like musk, vanilla and apples. A clean fresh smell with a hint of darkness?Something was different. She had blossomed since when they had last kissed.

He felt it instinctively. As though she was unfinished, unmade before. The sparks consumed his body, traveling over both of them. She held him, a fierceness in her hold. Need pulsing from her in waves. He put into the kiss what he wanted to say to her, a jumble of emotions.

You are my mate, need you, respect you, want you, hold you, protect you. She already knew somehow. He felt the sparks across his body once more, the two of them together creating this energy. The energy peaked at the height of their emotion. He covered her body with his. As the lightbulb showered glass everywhere.

She immerged from under him laughing, pulling at his hand to run away. So he ran with her out into the street. He felt intoxicated but it was just her. He had that wondrous feeling, of things just beginning.

She laughed at the serious look on his face and licked the corner of his lips with her tongue. He would of fallen to his knees in the street, a heathen bowing to a goddess, had she not taken his hand again.