[God Quest] a stream too shallow

She stayed with him, fettered to his core like a shadow, despite all of her light. Her thighs wrapped around him, an easy anchor in the storm churned between them for the moments that their bodies parted. Safrin moved like a pendulum against him, she with her own gravity and tide that Ronin would find himself hopelessly drowned in. Luckily for him, she was there to breathe life into him again, her lips pressed desperately against his neck as her hands curled in his hair. Her breasts pressed insistently against his chest as her lower back found a rhythm to match the increasing beat of his heart—and hers too, in its own unique way. Whether or not, far away, a certain man with a certain ring would feel this drumbeat was a laughably unimportant question. Safrin, who had given birth to galaxies and star clusters, who had placed and then plucked this man in and from her sky, would not be overshadowed or outshone. "If you love me, then love me, Ronin." She begged against him, her lips a perfect O in their inability to voice the prismatic heat and pressure building low in her belly. Her perfect hair had come undone entirely now, falling in tousled waves, as starbright beads of sweat began to form down her spine. Safrin