Disclaimer: Y'all know the drill. They're not mine...they're paramount's...please don't sue...yatta, yatta,yatta. notes: This is a short little vignette that just had to be written. Thanx to my favourite beta readers, Barb and BR who have been my biggest supporters. And to all my posse at the PTCA. Love you all! Don't know what I'd do without you. and so, without further ado... With Every Breath... -------------------- I love the way he tastes at this moment. Spicy, Tangy. Better than any food or drink. His scent engulfs me and I revel in it, it becomes a part of me. Gods, he feels so good, under my lips, the sensitive pads of my fingers exploring his smooth skin, hot like a sunburn...burning me...wherever it touches me all over me. The sound of his breathing in my ear is echoing, deafening I know nothing else for a moment but the moistness of his mouth against my ear, his breathing becoming more forced Almost a panting now as his heartbeat speeds up. I can feel it against my breast ...harder...faster... almost as fast as mine. The tangle in the sheets dosen't compare to our intertwined limbs so lost in each other that we forget that they are there and which belong to whom. All I know is that his hands are everywhere all of a sudden touching, carressing soothing, scalding probing... perfect. Nobody else, no matter how many men have touched my body, none have ever touched me this way none have been able to reach to my core none have known me better than this man. He's my weakness, my strength and for the moment my everything. His blood is pumping faster with every moan with every touch with every breath... I can feel it because our blood is one. The moment the time is now as my ancestors have done for millenia as my mother did to my father long before I was even a thought and the night their forsaken love conceived me. My teeth clamp over his sensitive flesh and his strangled cry fills my ears it's beautiful. But he is not like my father his humanity is stronger more fierce more real. I feel the gasp escape my throat the shock pass through my body as his mouth draws blood in a quick movement more meaningful than anything he has done than any word he could say. Before I can find myself again he finds me and I can feel him inside me ...inside... and for barely a moment we are frozen time is still only for us and our solitary moment when we are truly one. I never used to believe... but it's true his blood sings to me he's mine, I'm his, the bond is complete we are one. In this single, beautiful moment... We are perfection.