delicate touches graced her soft skin; whispered kisses filled the dimmed room.
thin fabrics slid against each other.
a tiny gasp.
bedsheets wrinkled and contorted beneath the motions that dominated them. the frigid room was warming.
hands slid down his back, stroking and caressing; eventually they again found their home upon his shoulders.
susurrations filled the momentary pauses between kisses. she smiled faintly and arched her back just enough to press against him.
"take me," she murmured against his lips, eagerly - desperately. "i'm yours."
"not tonight," he said. "not yet."
the smile faded, muscles relaxed, and hope rushed out of her. she cursed her inadequacy; she cursed every fiber of herself that wasn't good enough.
that wasn't good enough for him.
his lips pressed against hers in another kiss, and his hands roamed across her.
she shut her eyes.
it was only to hide the tears.