She lifted his head, looked into his eyes. And gave him her magic.
“Share
with
me,” she said, drawing him down into the kiss. “Share all.”
Her light was gilded red against his deepening blue.
The brilliant thrill
flooded her, swamped her as their powers entwined and merged.
And merged,
streamed inside them both. She let herself fly on it, rose to him as he
filled
her.
There was a rush like the wind, a stream of sound like a
hundred harpstrings
plucked at once.
The air swelled. All she was, and all he was, laid open.
The air shimmered,
light against light building to a radiant glow. Even as he
moved in her, long,
slow thrusts that savored the gift, he took her hands.
Linked fingers curled tight and sparks swirled from them to dance in the air.
As they climbed, the light brightened, building,
building toward a flash that
burst like lightning.
And on that burst, he met her mouth with his, and flew
with her.
Face The Fire
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