<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><br/><em>"Everyone does in a different way,"</em><br/><br/>Damian's words weren't comforting as he might have imagined they would be.  How does someone who's never experienced this type of pain and loss find what<em>their</em>way was without help.  She was about to pull away in anger and frustration as she felt it bubbling up inside her, when she noticed the struggle brewing in Damian's eyes.  She felt something she had said or done touch him, the look changed from his usual stern thoughful coldness to a powerful uncertainty.  Allia could have swore she saw longing flash across his eyes as an undercurrent<br/><br/>She found the look mixed with the strength of how he held her close stoked the fire, throwing oxygen on the flame, driving it higher and hotter.  When the kiss came, heat flooded every pore of her body.  He pulled her to him, pulled her up and held her there while his mouth took hers and enjoyed her.  Allia sighed at the feeling, the power, the strength that Damian's kiss and mouth breathed into her.  She felt her breasts grow firm under the tight elastic sports bra.  Her flower spread between her legs as the fire engulfed her.<br/><br/>Returning his kiss with fervor wasn't hard to do, she wanted it, she just didn't realize how much until it happened.  One hand reached up and pulled his head down, closer to hers, pulling him into her.  Her other hand hungrily pulled at his shirt, pulling it up enough for her hand to slip under and find the warm taunt skin underneath.  She wrapped a hand around his waist as she kissed him harder, her tongue exploring deep into his mouth.  Her hand pulling her into him, trying her best to grind her body into his powerful frame.