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Sunlight
by shannono
shannono@iname.com

Vignette, MSR, Rated R

Summary: Late afternoon sun.

Author's note: This *can* be viewed as a sequel of sorts to my
story "After Hours: Moonlight," but it stands on its own. Thanks
to Susan for the title suggestion. :)

Thanks also to Brynna and Robbie for the beta, and to Brandon for
helping me find the right words. :)

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Sunlight
by shannono


Warmth bathes the side of her face, her arms, the backs of her
legs, and she can almost see the sun, its glow penetrating
her closed eyelids. Tranquillity washes over her, and she sighs 
softly, drifting in a state of deep relaxation and pleasure.

He moves above her, balanced on forearms, knees, and toes,
shifting back and forth in slow, leisurely movements. Her hips
rest on two pillows, lifting her toward him, and he slides in
and out of her easily, smoothly.

She has lost track of how long they have been here, in the
muted late afternoon sunlight, joined together on a soft cotton
blanket taken from their bed inside the secluded cabin. Suffused
with sensation, she has no need for time.

They slept late this morning, then ate a leisurely breakfast just 
before noon, feeding each other bites of cheese omelet and blueberry 
muffins. Afterward, they ventured outside to enjoy the light breeze 
of the early autumn day; to admire the multicolored leaves as they 
wafted down from the trees; to laugh at the geese playing in the 
water of the lake.

But inevitably, their focus turned from nature to each other. 
Embraces, kisses, caresses followed in a natural progression, 
arousal building in gradual increments rather than sharp bursts.
A contrast to their first joining the night before, a fury of 
stunning, explosive power.

Now it is gentle rather than frenzied, and she sighs again, turning 
her cheek more fully toward the sun's dying rays. She feels his 
shadow cross her face as he bends to touch his lips to her brow. Her 
legs shift involuntarily, parting a little further, and she braces 
herself on her lower legs and tilts her hips up to meet his gentle 
thrusts.

He drapes himself over her more fully, taking more of his weight on 
one strong forearm, and lifts his other hand to run the tips of his 
fingers along her jawline to her mouth. Her lips part, allowing him 
within, and she sucks softly, tenderly, mouth and tongue working in 
the same slow rhythm as his hips.

He draws his hand from her mouth and runs it down the side of her 
neck, down her shoulder, along her side, around her hip. Unerringly, 
with a sense of direction she imagines was honed by years of dreams 
and fantasies, he finds her center with his long fingers, stroking 
lightly but with purpose.

She moans then, a primal and unencumbered sound released without 
thought, only by instinct. His body responds to her call, his 
movements speeding and strengthening without his conscious consent 
as an answering groan escapes his lips.

Her breath escapes in a rush at his first hard thrust, and her head 
lifts from its pillow on her arms, her eyes coming open. Brilliant 
light floods her vision, and her mouth opens in shock and pleasure, 
her neck arching back, her face lifting toward the sky.

The world whirls and spins around her, and her eyelids fall shut
against the sudden flood of passion that overwhelms her senses. She 
presses her forearms into the ground below her, seeking support; 
her fingers tighten and release reflexively, pulling at the blades 
of grass brushing along the edge of their blanket.

They do not speak as they climb toward completion, their gasps and 
moans mingling in a language all their own. Her head drops forward, 
hair curtaining her face, filtering the sunlight through a haze of 
red-gold. His fingers press harder, faster, pulling her inexorably 
toward her release.

Her back arches as the pleasure crests, and she cries out his name 
to the geese and the trees and the sun as her body quakes beneath 
his. She hears the echo of her cry as her name in his voice, and she
feels his body seize and shiver as he finds his release.

They sink to the blanket together, drained and sated, warm and 
sleepy. He rolls to his side, pulling her against his chest, and 
she feels the light again on her face.

And she opens her eyes to watch the sunset.

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