Stavanger Bay The Pointy End

Ajei felt her insides shaky and uncertain. And tight like a bow wire. She could not fully fathom the plethora of feelings that were slamming into her. But there was a want and a need. A hesitancy and a recklessness that needed heeded. She felt as if her very soul would implode if she did not get what this deep need demanded. 

Ajei was delicate in build. Anxious in mind. But her heart was strong. And despite that there was a delicacy to her build, she would not break. She was not in essence fragile of any kind. 

Every part of her that he touched burned and then cooled. Soft whines when he moved away. She gave him the permission he sought. Returning his own ministrations. Making sure, or at least hoping that she did what she could for him as he did for her.

When her very breath came in pants and she wanted to scream to the heavens. She shifted and turned. Green eyes watching him with love and hope and happiness and she waited sweetly calmly. For him to take her to the furthest reaches they could get. As close to heaven as they could. 

FADE TO BLACK