Title: Communion 1/1
Author: fran58
Category: V
Rating: NC-17
Distribution: Wherever - just let me know.
Spoilers: Err, none?
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Thirteen Productions and 20th Century Fox.  I own a
black Honda Accord that needs new belts, tires and
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Summary: "It might have been the pumping of his hips,
the slap of his skin on hers.  The surge that she first
received when he entered her..."

Author's Note: Many thanks to addicted2fanfic and
FabulousMonster for beta help.  Any mistakes or bad
decisions are mine alone.  God knows they tried.
Special thanks to Pacquin, just 'cause.

Communion

It wasn't the slight pressure on her chest that caused the
hitch in her breathing.  It wasn't the way he slowly trailed
his knuckles up the inside of her arm, or his low sigh
when she twitched beneath him.

It wasn't any of those things.

Maybe -- maybe it was his breath on her hair, the way it
warmed her scalp.  Or the slow way he slid down her
body, pausing to leave a moist kiss here or to brush his
lips against her skin there.

It might have been the pumping of his hips, the slap of
his skin on hers.  The surge that she first received when
he entered her, the fusion of sensations.  That they were
connected, that she couldn't wait, that he needed to
move.  The sweet slip and slide of friction between her
legs.  The instinctual clench of her hands on the bed
sheets as he moved within her, cloth between her fingers
in an urgent grasp.

Could it be the taste of his skin, the salt, his musk, the
feeling of his nipple against her tongue as she drew it
into her mouth?  His slight gasp and moan as she slowly
closed her teeth?

She knew it wasn't the way he murmured in her ear.
She'd had other lovers.  She'd heard sweet nothings
before.

Perhaps it was the way he brought her to that insensible
state where she simply floated.  Here, time and space
were undefinable. She pulsated, reveling in the feel of his
thrusting, in the hardness of his body.  In the distance
she could hear the small noises she knew must come
from her own throat. His fingers teased her nipple and
sweat dripped onto her chest.

Had she not known better, she would have thought it was
the glorious way her body erupted in a screaming
sensation, rising off the mattress, slamming into his.  But
she knew, that wasn't it.

No, when she really thought about it, she knew it was his
sheltering, firm embrace as he held her while she shook.
The way he welcomed her climax, the warm gush
between her legs onto his, as much as his own.  The way
he mumbled, ?Good one, huh?' in tones that shook her
internal reserve.

It was the way he kissed her forehead and stroked her
face.  The feeling she had as he nuzzled her ear.  The
way he asked softly if she were ready before he began
moving within her again, completing the journey to
his own resolution.

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