Ami moaned and her whole body trilled with pleasure at Scott's touch and his kiss. This may only be a dream, but it was as close as she'd been to him for more than a week. She hadn't realized how much she missed his touch, his closeness, his mental presence always there and always close to her. Outside, in the real world, her body desperately needed time to recover from everything that it had gone through; her psychic connection with Scott wasn't injured however, only muted for the time she was in captivity, and she could indulge in that and in this connection their link allowed them.
She responded eagerly, hungrily, desperately – perhaps a little too wanting, too needy and too desperate, but Ami didn't care. She was a starving woman given her first meal in days, a drowning woman finally being thrown a life preserver. Scott's mouth, his hands, his body, his mind were her sustenance, her oxygen, her lifeline, her lover, her husband, her soul mate . . . her everything.
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[Ami] Back to... what passes for normal (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-08-20 11:36 pm (UTC)She responded eagerly, hungrily, desperately – perhaps a little too wanting, too needy and too desperate, but Ami didn't care. She was a starving woman given her first meal in days, a drowning woman finally being thrown a life preserver. Scott's mouth, his hands, his body, his mind were her sustenance, her oxygen, her lifeline, her lover, her husband, her soul mate . . . her everything.