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God aka Gigi Eriksson [Dogma] (quirkyhumor) wrote in utr_logs,

The moment his body crossed the plane of the doorway, time stood still. Or very nearly, anyhow. He was going to get his wish for her to slow time for them. She couldn't make more days in the week without altering the world for everyone but she could do her part to give them more time together. There wasn't anything else she'd rather be doing than spending time in his arms, whether they were talking or making love.

Turning to the sound of his voice, her eyes came open slowly, so the very first thing they saw was him. The sheer beauty of him hit her square in the chest as she simply looked at him lounging languidly in the doorway. The line of his body was uncompromised by anything as undignified as ugliness or imperfection. From the top of his delightfully blonde head to the toes of his perfectly clean feet he was a specimen of unerring perfection. If any maker were proud of his work, she was. And he was hers, in so many more ways than one. Her child, yes. Her creation, yes. But also her beloved, her devoted, her lover and her partner. The one she could talk to about anything. The one she was most free with at all times. And most importantly, the one she loved with all she held inside of her, unafraid of any consequences of that love.

Her voice still rasped softly, even though she used it more often with Erik than with anyone else on the planet. "Serious? No. I thought it was hot of course, but not serious about it. I was actually thinking of something more like this at first," she said, her power swirling to clothe her in a bar maid costume. She stood and walked as light as a feather over to him, despite wearing rather high heels with the costume. Her hair had been left long and loose rather than in any pigtails or other arrangement. It was unfettered and uncomplicated and he seemed to like it that way, so she wore it as such for him.

Stopping in front of him, God hooked her finger into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. She laid her lips over his gently, lovingly, before molding her body tightly to his and kissing him harder and more passionately than before. Only moments in his presence and already her love and passion for him was her undoing. She couldn't be near him without needing to touch him and her hands ran tenderly over his chest before sliding up to curl sweetly in his hair.