TITLE: Cascade
AUTHOR: Spooky's Girl
DATE: July 24, 2002
CATEGORY: MSR, V
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Water was no longer crashing against the rocks, instead 
it was him, moving with a fervor, matching the waves as he moved 
within her,
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The soft trickle of cool water deafens the thundering sound of raging 
rapids crashing against the rocks beside them.  A gentle spray 
washes over her like a sweet caress, like a man running his hands 
over her, soothing her, calming her mind and spirit, yet inflaming her
body to every touch and sensation.  It creeps through her damp auburn 
locks, massaging her scalp before seeping through and running its 
course down her back and falling at her feet.  The sand between her
toes is warm, wanting, making love to her feet with every step she takes, 
and the water effortlessly moves back to the river, finding its way home.

His hands counter the soothing effect of the spray, igniting her very 
senses, combining the coolness of the trickle with the warmth of his
palms, leaving a trail of fire on her skin, a wake of heat not to be undone 
by any force of nature.  He caresses like the water, starting with his 
hands in her hair, tangling himself in strands of red silk as he brings 
himself closer to her, his mouth  descending, taking her very breath 
away as he does to her mouth what the warm, wanting sand is doing 
to her toes.

He pushes her gently, further under the spray of the falls, her back coming
into contact with soft moss while his hardness comes into contact with her 
stomach.  The trickle has turned into a steady stream, pouring down on her, 
soaking her, yet doing nothing to cool the warm flush covering her from 
head to toe.  

His hands move across her chest, skin to skin contact as both their 
clothes slipp off silently and lay across a nearby rock, soaked from 
heat of the sun, and the splash of spray surrounding them from all angles.

Protected by the wall of water, the thundering crash of rapids into rocks 
becomes a dull roar as a new thunder emits from behind the cascades. 
While the waves above them are a part of nature, a creation made by 
a higher deity to awe and amaze the onlookers, the waves below are 
something of their own creation.

Water is no longer crashing against the rocks, instead it is him, 
moving with a fervor, matching the waves as he moves within her, 
and she matches him with each thrust, with each crash, their thunder 
echoing instead of the falls.

And without a notice, the world stops for them.  For one brief moment
they cease to exist as they know it, instead a heavy silence surrounds 
them, but they don't notice, nor do they notice that all movement stops, 
or hear their own piercing cries as the wall of water begins thundering again 
around them.  They are in their own world, feeling the waves as they 
rock through the final crash.

And they lay silent against a rock covered in soft moss, listening to the 
nature around them, experiencing the wonder surrounding them, and 
finally letting the spray cool and cleanse them.

And they don't move, unwilling to disturb the magic they create, or 
ruin the moment they create for themselves.

And the thunder of the rapids against the rock deafens the world once
again as it makes its way home, back to the river.

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