Two Eyes Cenote [cp] [m] hunger of the pine,

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his slowness, his carefulness, his gentleness—she loved it, she loved him, she loved this, the feel of him as he pulled her against him, as he reoriented her, as he comforted her, as he was everywhere—within her, outside of her! at first it had been too much, jarring, a painful shock, and now, now it was beginning to feel like... like...
Rashepses created things in which she had no words for. and as their breaths once again mingled, once she was no longer gasping from the uncomfortable ache of it but breathing with him, there were no words. there was him, there was her, and again he was building something within her, something she could not see, something she had never known but something she needed to,
she was lost, dancing on some cliffs edge he had brought her to, at the edge of some world with him. what was this magic?! Toula could scarcely breathe, such heights he brought her to—until suddenly, he thrust her into the very stars themselves, and she was utterly undone, seeing nothing but that beyond her eyelids as she cried out her happiness, her ecstasy, 
and shared with him that same vision, born and reborn and knowing him and loving him throughout the eons. she was breathless now, panting, I love you, yes, Gods, Rashepses, you... she looked to him, marveling, smiling, and now, laughing! they were to be married soon! she shook beneath him still, the waves of pleasure slow to abate, how have I lived without you for so long in this life? and although it had not been long at all, she thought even still it had been too long. 
but now, they were reunited—her eyes upon him still shone with relief, with joy, with love.