It was the sort of night that couldn't decide whether it wanted to be warm or cold. No, it was cold, but she was warm, warm with nervous anticipation, steam rising from her sweaty flesh, even as she merely stood and waited. She could feel the night air blowing over her skin where it was bare, brushing over goosefleshed arms and up her dress. But the touch of the night was cold, and she wanted something warm; she wanted him. Slowly, she opened the door.

When she walked in he didn't stand. He didn't even move. She stood trembling, waiting, wishing he would come and take her. He stared at her with a look that conveyed all the desire that his body refused to show. He told her in that stare to take off of her clothes, and she could think of nothing but to obey him. Once she had finished, she stood and waited, feeling the space between them like a crushing pressure, and knowing he felt it just the same, and that at least connected them. She felt that she waited forever, in time counted not by ticking clocks, but by breaths and heartbeats.

Finally, though, her wait ended, and time was counted in his strides, one, two, three and he had come from across the room to her. He reached out and held her like a possession, but a prized one, in strong, powerful, unyielding arms that she couldn't have broken loose from if she had wanted to or tried to, and he kissed her hard, before taking her to his bed.

As he lay her down, slowly, she felt as if she were floating in his arms, weightless and powerless and utterly his. When she reached the bed, the sheets touched her back, as cold and unfeeling as the night. She wanted him on top of her, and he wouldn't make her wait any longer. He came down like a falling angel, their flesh pressing together, their sweat mixing, their warmth combining in a perfect union. He wrapped around her, his warm touch everywhere, as if every inch of him were touching every inch of her. And finally, as her flesh craved his warmth, her sex craved his, and that call was answered as well. With a few fast, hard, powerful shoves, he was inside her, and still holding her tightly.

His mouth moved over her fast, kissing and licking and biting as his hands gripped tighter and tighter and he never stopped thrusting. Their bodies grew hotter and hotter as the cold of the night and the bedsheets dropped away with the rest of the real world. The heat that they felt now was more than either had had before. He kissed her harder, and pushed faster and deeper, filling her with him, gripping her breasts in his hands, making them, like the rest of her, his.

With all of their arms and legs, they clung to each other, gasping and panting and thrusting like two animals who couldn't do anything else and would never want to. He held her so tightly she could not move, save for when she moved with him as he spasmed with a pleasure so strong he could hardly bear it, but still he went on, kissing from her face to her neck to her breasts to her belly to her sex.

He was inside her again, pushing so deep that the skin above his member pressed against her clit. All along, the warmth that they had shared had been growing, igniting into a flame inside them that was now threatening to explode. He wouldn't stop, harder and harder and faster and faster, sweating and grasping skin and kissing and licking and biting and sucking, his face set in determination and drive, still holding her as his own.

He held her so tightly it was almost painful, but she didn't care. The pain was finite, and the pleasure seemed infinite. Finally, the fire that had been building all along erupted from both of them, their nails digging into each other, time and existence frozen as neither could breath or make any sound save for a long, unchanging moan of pleasure in both of their voices.

Finally, after a time that seemed like an eternity, and yet not long enough, their grips loosened. He came to rest on top of her, his head falling to rest next to hers, his entire body a dead weight on top of her. She could hardly breath with him there, and she certainly could not move. But she didn't care. She didn't want to move. She only wanted to lay there with him, and let the warmth recede and their heartbeats slow until they would fall asleep together. Then, with any luck, they would awake� and it would start again.