Something had happened between them. Something so wonderful it was difficult to think about. There had been the rush to the wagons, the telling of Rook to keep everyone away, Ba'atar tying the flaps in knots so they would not be disturbed. The needed and desire between them was palpable, it had a life of its' own, but there was more.
There were the words. Words of her being his calm and peace amidst the chaos. Words of him giving her the sense of protection and strength that she needed to deal with their new life. They both proclaimed that there were times when they both desired to just be on the plains with the other one, no one to disturb them. It was a dream, but one held by them both.
Perhaps this all had been brought about by the difficulties they had just been through during the journey. Both of them had almost lost the other one. She almost lost him to the Turians, and he her to the abyss when the ground opened up. Maybe it had led both of them to stop, and look at what they had. To realize how much they did love and need the other one in order to just be whole.
The touches were gentle, erotic and loving. Each built the fire between them to higher and hotter levels. Each played the others body like the most delicate of musical instruments, coaxing the melody of passion, desire and love from the other. They explored each other like it was their very first time, and found new pleasures they had not taken the time to enjoy before. There was a connection there between them like never before. There was no battle for dominance. There was no leader, or follower. There was a synchronicity, a perfect connection between body, heart and soul that had never been known between them before.
There was no him, no her, only Them. A new creature that combined the best of each. Not one where one fed upon the other, but one that sought to nurture and give succor to that other part of itself.
And when they finally came together it was looking into each others eyes, delving deep into each other's soul. The fire of their passion burned out of control and consumed them. He filled her body and her heart.
When it was over, they did not part. Neither of them wanted to lose this new found connection, so they lay together, still staring into one another's eyes, talking in whispers, her leg draped over his hip, connected. And sleep finally came to them. A restful, peaceful slumber.
When her eyes fluttered open, she was aware of the gray lights that heralded the dawning of a new day, but she was immediately aware of something else. Her eyes found his face, and there was that grin as he slowly moved inside her.
Yes, life was good in the wagons of the Ubar this morn.
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