The relief is like that moment after a gunfight, when the sounds are still echoing but you realise you're not dead. It causes a stab of adrenaline and that's all she wrote; Kate's quivering all over him, he can see the pulse in her neck, the way her nipples point upwards, the tightness of the muscles in her stomach and it's beautiful, just beautiful; his hand fists the sheets, still trying not to move as he floods her, strangling the yell that wants to break free.
She's not the only one who's shaking by the end of it. He's not sure he's breathing, though the heaving of his chest would say otherwise. And now he can't move for a different reason. He thinks he might never move again, actually.
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Oh thank Christ...
The relief is like that moment after a gunfight, when the sounds are still echoing but you realise you're not dead. It causes a stab of adrenaline and that's all she wrote; Kate's quivering all over him, he can see the pulse in her neck, the way her nipples point upwards, the tightness of the muscles in her stomach and it's beautiful, just beautiful; his hand fists the sheets, still trying not to move as he floods her, strangling the yell that wants to break free.
She's not the only one who's shaking by the end of it. He's not sure he's breathing, though the heaving of his chest would say otherwise. And now he can't move for a different reason. He thinks he might never move again, actually.