His yielding was another intimacy, another surrender, and she drank it in like sweet water, her Hunger touching lightly on dark thoughts, on deeply buried memories, each of them holding clues to desires. The demon sang its knowledge back to her. So we aren't the only ones who have been here. Broken before, taught to know pain, to love inflicting it. Beneath it all the need for order, for approval. To know his place in the order of the world and to rest at the end of a long weary road.
And the Hunger whispered back into the deepest recesses of Dean's mind, singing to the desires that were beyond mere lust. Ours now. No more than you're willing to give. Forgiven. Understood. Accepted. Content.
Lara gasped in pleasure, though whether it was at Dean's lips or at his mind's yielding it was hard to tell. Her hands slid up his back, pushing up his shirt as her nails dug deep into his skin. She felt him rock against her, seeking rhythm and friction, and she clung to him, legs wrapping around his waist, silk and lace sliding against denim.
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Date: 2011-04-01 05:03 am (UTC)And the Hunger whispered back into the deepest recesses of Dean's mind, singing to the desires that were beyond mere lust. Ours now. No more than you're willing to give. Forgiven. Understood. Accepted. Content.
Lara gasped in pleasure, though whether it was at Dean's lips or at his mind's yielding it was hard to tell. Her hands slid up his back, pushing up his shirt as her nails dug deep into his skin. She felt him rock against her, seeking rhythm and friction, and she clung to him, legs wrapping around his waist, silk and lace sliding against denim.