fuckyeahhlove:

He was pressed against me, his lips against my throat and one hand behind my neck while the other trailed down my back until he found the perfect nook where my back began to curve into my behind. He held me there in the small, dark closet space as the Earth’s trembles became tremendous jolts and everything outside of the closet could be heard falling and breaking apart. The crash of delicate glass falling from the cupboards to the tiled floor, the sounds of abandoned crying car alarms, and the crunch of trees colliding on the street all echoed throughout the house which was moaning from the pressure the earthquake was pushing on it.

And for a second I was afraid. Not for the obvious reason of the house collapsing on us or being swallowed by a gaping crack in the street like in cartoons, but for the reason that I knew I was going to die today. From a collapsed house, to being swallowed whole, or from what ever came after this if we managed to survive. I was never going to walk the cobbled streets of London, or celebrate a Chinese New Year, or see the aural lights. I was never going to live in my little house with a tire swing in the front yard, or have children and watch them grow. I was never going to be married. And I was never going to experience love.

For all those reasons my fear began to develop into an unbarring sadness. I would never get to live. I would never even get the chance to. It wasn’t until I felt his warm lips travel across my jawline and his hot breath against my ear whisper in the most delicate voice, “Don’t be afraid,” that I felt any kind of reassurance since all of channels on T.V. went off air. All the fear that had developed in those tiny seconds suddenly dissolved as his hands traced over the curves of my body and pushed us behind the jackets and against a wall. His hands gripped the sides of my thighs and quickly lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. My lips instinctively found his neck as he bit gently into my collarbone. I bit my own lip to suppress a moan before reaching up and casing his face between my hands and kissing him lustfully, our tongues rubbing and twisting around each other.

The house continued to groan as the sounds of breaking dishes and windows continued on with the ground seemingly breaking apart from the intense earthquake, but as I felt him push into me everything felt so irrelevant. There was only us and our bodies and that tiny bit of closet space. I pressed my forehead against his as our thrusts became more rhythmic and gripped onto his back. I could barely make out his eyes, but I could feel them staring into mine with the most compassion and sympathy I had ever felt from anyone up until that moment. There was a sudden cracking noise, as if the house was being torn apart which caused him to quicken his pace and instantly make my muscles tense as I reached the climax. My mouth let out a high moan and he thrust deeply into me causing him to reach his. Our breaths were in unison as I rode out my high on his thrusts. He broke eye contact with an exasperated groan and rested his head on my shoulder trying to catch his breath. I gently kissed his cheek and he turned up his head to meet with my lips for a lazy kiss.
If this wasn’t love, this was as close as I was going to get to it. I smiled into our kiss, breaking us apart and he tiredly hummed a small ‘hmm’. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight embrace. I could hear the upper level of the house begin to collapse.
Whispering, I felt his arms tighten around my waist securing our embrace.

“Some people search all their lives for love and I found mine with a stranger, in a closet, at the end of the world.”
He gently cupped one of my cheeks making me lean into his hand before he kissed me so deeply I could feel our heartbeats as one. He pulled away as the house began to roar, and the ceiling began cracking. I buried my face into his shoulder and held onto him tightly. I felt him kiss the top of my head before replying,
“I’ll see you on the other side.”

(Submitted by messofyouthfulinnocence)