I hear myself moan, and I come out of my musings and open my eyes and look down at him. How do I still have coherent thought, I wonder, when that talented mouth has deep throated me. He looks up at me with those big, beautiful, brown eyes I can get lost in. He knows I'm still thinking straight, and he knows I want him to make me stop thinking at all, and a grin splits his face as he swallows, and I'm shouting, and bucking and I'm falling...
I open my eyes when the light hits my face, and I realized I passed out, and not only did I pass out, I was out of it all night long. I look down at him, and as always when he does that, he enjoys it as much as me.
I want to hold tight, but I back off. I already had more that I bargained for. Rarely we get to spend a whole night in each others arms. We have these moments for each other, these nights. But when the sun comes up we have to face reality.
He goes back to being Xena's little sidekick, and I to be the god of Mischief.