she had never known what it would be like, to be with ethan. from the start it had always been the perfect mixture of unpredictable and safe, the right combination of fun and weighted. they became best friends and that is, perhaps, the most important moniker they have given each other thus far. (husband and wife comes later, much later but it will, and it really doesn't add or take away from who they are - it will only allow them to grow more into who they were meant to be.) but all of this - coming home to him, making love to him, kissing him while the world is spinning out of its axis - there is nothing like this.
elena comes and comes easily, lifting herself off of the counter to press herself further against him, her head tipping back as she cries out her ecstasy. her toes curl in, her body trembles, and finally, she slumps along with him. his laughter reverberates against her own skin, and she smiles at the feeling, breathless and spent as she is.
her fingers catch in his hair, mmm-ing softly into his neck as he kisses hers, feeling that hickey he has left beyond. ] You caught me. It was the yellow gloves. They made you far more irresistible than usual. [ her voice is still breathless and raspy, because yeah. wow. .-. ]