Sunrise

He was the one who made the first move; she just fell into his arms like an angel falling from the sky falls into earth. She wanted this, she knew that much, she knew that the too sweet touches over the last few years were getting a bit too much, and that he wasn't completely dumb enough not to have noticed how she filled out dresses much better than she had before.

Her lips puckered and she thrust a strange amount of kisses to his cheek and forehead, his face in general, as lengthy and calloused digits slide up and under the hem of her dress, they crawled along her thigh and reached her center, stroking her in a way he had heard about from who-knew where. She writhed beneath him and gasped when he pushed those fingers into her.

Her back arched and she strained to make a noise, any noise to let him know she wanted more, as if he knew the digits started to stroke in and out, reach up and curl against a spot within her that made her see white and her vision fuzz at the edges.

She fisted her hand in the bed coverings, hitting the pink blanket with her legs straining to keep themselves open as much as possible. The hand dropped away and she pouted, but soon lips fell against hers. They distracted her from the ripping sound a package made and the slick rolling down, then the soft nudging of the man's arousal against her womanhood. With a quick push he was sheathed in her and Nill's hands lifted to crawl around the other's shoulders, nails digging into the pale flesh and her eyes shut tight.

"It's okay," she heard him say, her lips quivered and she let teeth nip lightly at his collar. "It'll be over in a moment."

He shifted his hips once, twice and she saw white once again, little bursts of light were set off behind her eyelids as the male started to thrust faster and faster, she couldn't help but try to moan, anything to let the other know how she was feeling, how she liked it. She began to tremble and rock her hips upward, meaning him thrust for thrust, before she stilled and cried out silently. She could feel him still from within her bliss and come (at least she assumed) himself, with a cold came over her and she knew he was away from her.

A blue eye cracked open and she saw him stripping off completely. The girl stared slightly and moved towards the pillow, patting it lightly, before pulling off the soiled dress and flinging it to the side. She got under the covers and waited for him to join her. He did and she was safe.

She guessed it was like a sunrise on a new beginning, calm and peaceful, but bound to throw you a curveball soon. At least that's how it was with Haine.