Talia's soft words were enough to convince him, and Bruce found himself getting lost in the kisses that she offered. Of course, as was the ways of kisses, one thing lead to another.. and within due time the fire outside had long since been extinguished with sand, yet there was more than enough warmth inside the tiny tent.
Though the dim light of the moon high above, gentle hands traced over Talia's form until she was squirming. Then just as gently, just as reverentially, those same hands slipped the obstructing cloth from her skin and pulled Talia to Bruce's chest within the warm circle of his arms.
In the moodlight, Bruce kissed along a shapely shoulder, his hands rough on such satin flesh. In many ways, it was almost like he was touching another for the first time, for in many ways, it was. Bruce had never denied himself to the point where he could no longer resist.
Talia might not have been his first lover, but she was very much the first one that he cared for the way he cared for her. That shown in the way he touched her, the way he smiled to her in the low silvery light.
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Date: 2010-02-17 03:35 am (UTC)Though the dim light of the moon high above, gentle hands traced over Talia's form until she was squirming. Then just as gently, just as reverentially, those same hands slipped the obstructing cloth from her skin and pulled Talia to Bruce's chest within the warm circle of his arms.
In the moodlight, Bruce kissed along a shapely shoulder, his hands rough on such satin flesh. In many ways, it was almost like he was touching another for the first time, for in many ways, it was. Bruce had never denied himself to the point where he could no longer resist.
Talia might not have been his first lover, but she was very much the first one that he cared for the way he cared for her. That shown in the way he touched her, the way he smiled to her in the low silvery light.