moondust

he carried her through the house as they kissed, a house filled with moondust drifting through the darkness.

at the bottom of the stairs he paused and broke the kiss to take the hem of her t-shirt in his fingertips and gently pull it up over her head. it slid off easy, easy as pulling off a butterfly's wings, but she was more like a brown moth in the night, with smooth white skin and soft small mouth and black midnight eyes. she was so light and lovely and she looked up at him with her arms up over her head and her lips a little bit parted with unsaid words heavy on them and quick breaths passing in and out as the shirt lifted away.

as soon as she was free of it she started working at his buttons, with her fingers pulling and pressing in the dark and her lips grazing his chest as soon as it was bare, and he started up the stairs. she scrabbled at the buttons, used her nails, her teeth, as he pulled both of their bodies upwards. at the top step his shirt was hanging totally open, and her hands found his chest and stomach as he found her mouth again, leaning back against the wall as she curled against him. they kissed deeply now, devouring each other. his fingers were fumbling at the back of her bra but suddenly her back arched away from him and her arms were around his neck and her mouth brushing against his ear whispering, breathlessly and sharply and with a little measure of anger, 'go, go.'

he carried her through a long hallway that was totally full of the moondust, a white powder that settled, glowing softly, over both of them.

finally a bedroom door; he pushed it open with one hand, fingers splayed against the hard oak wood. there was a large double bed with a blue comforter, and dressers and desks that were short and stable and stocky with their backs against the walls, solid and silent, and none of the lamps were lit.

he took her to the bed and laid her out, with her arms up over her head again and her black eyes looking up to him, her chest heaving. his own shirt, though unbuttoned, didn't come off quite so easily; it was sticky with sweat and it tangled around his arms like bird wings caught in a net. he yanked and ripped until it was gone, at his feet, and he was leaving it behind, he was going to her and climbing on top of her and finding her in the darkness and brushing the moondust from her eyebrows and eyelashes.

he had never let himself want anything this much before, and he was so very hungry and so very strong, and he was sure for once he could take of this, of this warm real breathing love, he could have her if he wanted her, and he pushed down into her, pressed her into the soft mattress with his body.

in her touch, in her grasping hands and hitching desperate breath and sobbing moans, was need, need aching in her heart and soul and lips, and please, please take me, please have me, render me perfect, complete me, her eyes begged, her eyes pulled at him.

they pushed and pulled each other down into the depths of being, twisting and reaching and loving. and in the end they emerged, covered in what they found to be moondust turned to gold.