With the infinitely careful slowness of manipulating objects in outer space, he let his hand move toward her cheek. She closed her eyes as first his palm, then each gentle fingertip, encountered her skin. He moved just enough to be caressing instead of just holding her, but it was almost impossible to see the movement.
He felt that he had been alive since the universe's birth, waiting aeons for this moment. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, and her eyes fluttered open as if sensing his anticipation. Her mouth opened slightly, and she shifted her weight so her face was a centimeter closer to his. Both their eyes widened, softened somehow, and reflected light that wasn't really there.
His palm angled out now, and he let his fingertips trace a line down to her jaw, memorizing the angles of her face, calculating intercept points, docking procedures. He lowered his head, drawn in by her inexorable gravity.
Lips barely brushed together, cautious but certain, and his tongue darted out for just a moment, needing desperately to know the taste of her as well as the yielding pressure of the kiss. However, she suddenly found boldness, and enticed it inside with her own, both twisting together slickly in her mouth. Passion burst in their eyes like the flare of a newly-born star, and the kiss deepened. He moaned, in the depths of his throat, not certain she would hear.
His hand was in her hair now, entangled, and her arms had slipped around his back, pressing his whole body closer, needing to learn that world that was their bodies combined. Like the moon being revealed after an eclipse, skin was bared, and they made love to the rhythms of the cosmos.
He was hopelessly lost in her orbit, controlled by her will, and his desire was the sky that they shared.
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