fight for the things that crack light into your life

Iskra

The shudder of her collapsing around him, and later against him, settles into him with a deep seated satisfaction, one that rivals the return of breath held too long. He is his own shivering bundle of spent desire, all the places that'd just been straining suddenly going slack and gelatinous. Only his grip on her remains steadfast, held without conscious thought, the edges of something too precious to ever risk letting slip, least of all when she's breaking apart.

Contentment rolls in like a breeze over everything that'd been scorched, the cooling of it all slow but insistent. Gently, one hand lifts, pulling stray strands of her hair into place where all their jostling had undone them. As they both quiet and she sinks in against him, he curls one arm around behind her, fingers trailing up and down her back in lazy paths. For a time, broken and small sounds seem their only option, but eventually her words rouse, and his alongside them. "Fantastic." He tilts his head, straining to see her, a smile offered just the same.

The idle motions of his hand stills, fingers spread wide against her skin as he inhales the surrounding salt and the sweat smell of her. "That was a nice gift," he murmurs, dreamy and satiated. Whether he means the elite clothing or the aftermath of stripping them, the answer is yes.

I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile