His chest enveloping hers, he loomed above her, smooth skin still damp
from the rain, muscles rippling in the dim candlelight. And oh, he was
moving inside her, filling her up, whispering, "I love you... God, so much..."
"Am I... am I hurting you?"
Shaking her head vehemently, she tugged him closer and rocked her pelvis
toward his, letting herself feel everything, setting her mind free. Oh,
this moment was so perfect, so right, so pure, nothing else could ever...
She closed her eyes, a memory invading her head--
"I'd rather be fighting you anyway."
--and she came.