Silverlight Terrace (m) Can we always be this close forever and ever?

He teased her and it wasn't fair! They had played their games together already, and now she was offering him something better to do - and all Ibis could think (being thoroughly distracted by his antics) was how irritating the continued goading was; that's what it felt like, with her rising impatience. When he finally grasped for her and pulled her close she arched backwards against him, and had she been taller perhaps he would have lost his hold. Her enthusiasm was not limited to their tussling, thus when he was in position and things progressed in the manner that was inevitable, Ibis' happy little voice filled the air with ribbons of pleasure.

If he took his time or he was quick, it did not matter. She had enjoyed every bit of their time together, warming to the stranger with every touch, every moan, every little bit of ecstasy that he shared with her. The flood of warmth between them was a unifying force — and yet, in the end, she knew she would leave him as she had left the others.