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Chapter 349: Interlude
There are times Tim thinks he understands love. Times where he just feels so full of it that he can't contain it.
There are moments, like this one, here, now, when he's hyperaware of himself and Abby, of breath and bone, pulse and heat.
There are moments where he believes there is more to this whole human thing than skin bags holding together various solids and fluids. Moments where he's aware of the energy of his life and hers and how their love for each other brings that to the front, allows him access to it.
Right now, they're kissing, soft and deep and he's aware of lips, and tongue, and wet, and hot. Aware of the scrape of tooth and the slide of lips. Right now, there's the light rasp of his stubble on her mouth, and the flavor of her toothpaste on her tongue. Right now, lips are moving, but bodies are still, waiting for the fullness of this moment, for that second where they both can't not move.
He's aware of the feel of the pillows behind his back, and the blankets under his legs. He's tuned into her toes against his thighs, just above his knees, and the smooth expanse of her calves against his thighs and hips.
Her thighs, quivering, soon, but not yet, sinking down on him, are rapture.
Her butt, cradled in his hands, soft and full against his fingers, delight.
Her pussy, just barely touching the head of his dick, wet and slick, and just the meerest hint of friction every time his heart beats, there lies life, and heat, and love.
And there... one moment shifting into the next, the fullness of waiting sliding into a new moment needing to be filled.
She slips down him in a golden rush, and he groans into her kiss, aware of all of it, from her fingernails in his hair to the palm of her other hand on his chest, the smell of her skin, and the heat of her body.
And love isn't sex, and sex isn't love, and he knows that and it doesn't matter because right now... here... there is an aching, filled, contentment of having and wanting and need fulfilled with cherishing. This is all of it mixed together, bodies exultant, moving past bodies without losing the actual concrete experience of his body and hers together.
Tomorrow this will fade. Ten minutes from now it will be vague. But this, right here, right now, is love made real, made tangible, made light and ecstasy.
And right now, it's what both of them need, so very, very much.