Lion Head Mesa [m][sc] Nun

the stone throne behind her did not bite into her flesh as perhaps it ought to of in this moment. it was yet another blissful sensation that stole breath from her lungs, drew it against the dark-limned lips of her husband. if there was anything different about him this hour, Toula could not recognize it—perhaps because in this moment, she was unwittingly his mirror. she wanted to possess—she wanted to be possessed,
She! He! each gesture of His, each touch, meeting its mark with the all-consuming power of a wildfire. scorching, indiscriminate—and She breathed life into it, so that it roared, so that it could never be put out. as His hips were flush against Hers, She arched helplessly against Him—not even realizing it, not even wholly in control. all that She was aware of then was Him, and Her need of Him. and then, yes, She was the sun—Ra was within Her!—and She had determined that She must bathe Him in Her light, this warmth, arms wrung around His shoulders, bringing Him closer still until Their chests touched and there was only one thing left to do—
She was spinning, and laughing, and as She turned to look back at Him there was a need greater than anything She could ever articulate in Her eyes, but Her body conveyed it with a fluency He had taught Her. still He was not close enough, but as He spoke She felt the rightness of His words. this all... it was only the beginning. and in answer, She said knowingly as She pressed against Him, We will rebuild it, yes, They would, Together, a soft kiss to his chin as the sentiment was not lost on her. Toula had lost so much, but perhaps it was all for this—all for what They two would make. 
but possessed by this fire, and by Him, Toula breathed a high note of demand, pressing against Him again, overtaken, embracing Their Divinity.