Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Series: Part of the "Theme and Timbre" Series
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
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Summary: Reflections of passion.
Disclaimer: Lucas owns all things Star Wars; I'm just
borrowing. No copyright infringement is intended.
Acknowledgements: Many thanks to Catnip and Raven for their
insightful comments/suggestions, and a very special thank you
goes to Raven for inviting me to play in her musical universe!
As always, any mistakes in this final draft are entirely my
own.
Vivace - Spirited, bright, rapid, equaling or exceeding allegro
My eyes are locked with his, blue fusing with bright green,
reflections of passion merging together as the tempo of our
lovemaking increases. He is in control, guiding both of our
bodies toward release with shameless proficiency. He knows how
good he is, knows how his touch affects me...I can tell by the
amused sparkle in his eye and the way he holds my gaze
relentlessly. His confidence seduces me all over again. Here,
now...I am lost in him.
My breath hitches as he thrusts hard into me, causing both of
us to shift forward slightly along the carpeted floor. My
forehead connects loudly with the large mirror that we are
settled in front of, but I feel no pain. I can see his body
moving above mine, shifting, thrusting...arms wrapped around
me, one of his hands pumping my own heated length in blissful
counterpoint. It is a beautiful picture, the two of us
together, a living, breathing symbol of love and passion. I am
grateful for the chance to witness the wonder of it all, if
only in a reflection.
He shifts forcefully once more, pressing me tighter against
the mirror, the warmth of my breath fogging our reflected
counterparts. The rapid slap of flesh against flesh seems
obscenely loud in the quiet of this bed chamber, but that
thought dissolves as the first thread of pleasure begins to
sing through my body. I begin to push back
unconsciously...urging the rhythm of our bodies to increase
even further. He responds enthusiastically...hips matching my
tempo.
Desperately, I raise my hand to the mirror. Need to brace
myself...need to wipe away the vapor of my breath...to gaze
into my lover's eyes once more. What I see there is startling.
Desire, affection, confidence...they're all still there.
Something else, though... something primal and uncontrolled
swirls in those incredible green eyes. He is so beautiful like
this... So passionate... I wonder what my reflection reveals to
him?
The world explodes into brilliant bits of pleasure then. Our
voices join in ecstatic harmony as we shudder together in
shared rapture. Reality blurs into a haze of ecstasy as our
frantic movements cause the sturdy mirror to quiver, our
reflections losing their definition. Through the visual chaos,
I watch my lover's face intently, searching the fleeting bits
of clarity for an answer to my silent question. His reflection
offers me nothing but a picture of the vibrations of joy and
love, all of which I am intensely aware of at this particular
instant.
I close my eyes in weary contentment as the moment of crisis
finally passes, noticing instantly how my old body protests
such energetic activities being performed anywhere except on
the softness of our bed. Perhaps I am getting too old for this.
A soft chuckle interrupts the sated silence around us, a warm
pair of lips nuzzling gently at my ear. "Never..." he whispers,
pulling us both into a more comfortable position on our sides.
I smile indulgently as strong arms wrap around me, hugging me
close as we bask in the afterglow of our passion.
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