<blockquote><div><cite>Eferhilda wrote:</cite>The softest of moans came Imariâ€™s lips as they pressed against Kaimâ€™s, her hands coming up to cradle the sides of his head holding him to her while returning the passion he gave her. Tongue a bit bolder then his own slipping into his mouth to dance with his own, a hand going to the back of his head to rub and massage at the tension in his neck; comb lightly through his silken hair. Imari realized then that she had never wanted anything as much as this moment right now, how she had always wanted and even needed this moment. Having never really felt complete or whole since the moment they had parted. Truly they were meant to be, feeling more the foolish now for having let so much time pass between them; if only she had been braver then they would have been together.<br/><br/>The longer the kiss lasted the more she never wanted it to end, leaning more into him not caring about the water or the fact that she was going to end up inside of it should she continue with her course of action. All that mattered to her at the moment was the man before, the man whose lips were pressed against her own, whose touch set her heart to racing and her breath to panting. Nothing else in the world mattered to Imari, for finally she was with the one who completed her soul.</div></blockquote>