The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

The pollarding coreography of pleasure went on and on and it constituted an excellent evidence they were enthousiastic about being a couple again.Not that they had any need to tell it to each other: but if auras do exist, and there are people whom can see actually those , they would have seen the ones of the two lovers getting into one colour that night, and to merge and then to radiate like thunderbolt, or like a sun that explodes, to end into stardust as their highlight of exchangin and arousal left them into one another's arms in total harmony.
A pure display of united will expressed innerly and outerly, like a sacred promise.
As fire came to its most natural end,Jill didn't stop to caress her body, nor he ceased to watch her like she were a vestal of unknown mysteries to him: he forgot about the number of times he had cursed the day she had entered his life, due to his lost hope about a further chance to see her in it again... and that had already happened twice since they firstly had connected.
Melania by her side had felt a wellness so complete and so beyond any other kind she had previously tasted that she was ready to go insane by merely thinkin of what had just been verified in that room.
Jill, the guy whose eyes were so green that they could turn anything around into that colour, not only was still in love with her, and apparently even more than he used to -thing that she already was considering too much-; the new element was to her she was feeling exactly the same and with a similar intensity. She was lit up everytime she was thinkin of him, and the compresence in a same space was turning her on like she couldn't have imagined it were possible.
"Jill..." and the thin embarass suddenly got erased by the importance of her words to him that time "I know you ... I know you know this already but there's a thing you have to hear, now, from me...I love you. I love you like you love me, and now and forever I am gonna think nothing can beat this feeling within my soul..."
There weren't fears. She was addressing to him her big deer eyes sparkling, and there were no fears into them, and they witnessed Jill's ones replying with the same serenity in unsounding language: the black of their pupils fixed into one anothers' stealing space to the rest of their irises' colours, to give the answers they were searching for in the sweetest of ways. Staring at their reciprocal object of love, their eyes were confessing that love was born to last eternal.
Life seemed a gift to be unpacked merely, in gold paper and with a greeting card too.
They were still on the bed glued to one another, no matter the heat in the closed room that would have melted stones, and they had started to tell one another some pieces of the months they had lived trying to not consider how their love was ungovernable.
"Oh Meli... I have experienced despare in the days away from you... I tested the grudge, the inner distress, just like devil was takin me over and I couldn't replace myself back, no matter how hard I were trying..."
She couldn't associate anything negative to her angel: for Melania Jill couldn't have flied into a rage, ever:
"but that's the truth, I swear it: you can ask my friends about it, I made such a series of bollocks...I even got to the point of beatin up a dude outside the Good Mixer club...he was a wanker for the record, but nonetheless I hated myself for days and days after having done so..."
And he didn't hide any detail to her about that troubled night: she firstly went incredulous, but then she reached the awareness of facts:
"You definitely had to suffer madly, otherwise you would have never become such a different one from the adorable man I love..."