They sat naked on the bench, her back pressed warmly against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, her legs draped lazily over his. Her skin against his in that heavy, golden post-everything haze where time had politely excused itself and the outside world could go fuck itself for a while.
"That was really beautiful," Luna said. Quiet and honest. "The way you just… anchored me. It wasn't you conquering me or taming anything. He was pulling me closer in a way I didn't even know was possible."
Her fingertip traced slow circles on his chest.
"It was softer than our first time. Softer than any soft time you have ever taken me. And you have taken me soft before, but this… I don't even have a word for it."
He kissed the top of her head and let his lips linger there.
"I just missed your body syncing with mine," he murmured. "Every time I tried to speed up, something in me refused. Like your body was whispering to mine to stay slow… and mine actually listened for once."
