Heaven Help A Fool Who Falls In Love

29.

Sehun hears a a grandfather clock down the hall strike two but Sehun does not move or breath from where he stands. He is looking at Sana who is standing in a pool of light from the bedroom window, the moon shining down on her golden form, infusing her skin with a silver light...it gives Sana a fragile, ethereal cast, like the angel she claims to be.

"You can't sleep either." Sehun ventures.

Sana shakes her head. "No."

Sana hasn't turned to look at him but there is no surprise in Sana's quiet tone, like Sana knew all along that he was there. It does not surprise him. There's just something between them, an invisible link that binds them together. Whenever he is near Sana, he can feel it, like something alive, this acute awareness that Sana is the other part of him, a part that was lost, that part that made him feel incomplete for most of his life, until he found Sana.

Sehun crosses the room and stands behind Sana. And as if instinctively, Sana leans into his warmth, a small gesture of acceptance that wraps around Sehun, telling him this is right where he wants to be, where he belongs. When Sana looks up at him, Sehun cannot help but sweep the fringe that slides to cover a part of Sana's eyes. It seems only natural to then cup Sana's cheek in his palm, his fingers stroking Sana's soft golden skin, noting Sana's fragility that hides a quiet strength.

He trails a finger down Sana's cheek and caresses Sana's jaw, tilting her head up. Sehun has never, in his entire life, touched anyone this way before, never ran fingers across anyone's features, memorising them with his hand. With Sana though, it is a sensory need he has to fill.

Always it seems like Sana is the one who brings forth emotions he doesn't know he could feel.

His mouth touches Sana's once, the barest of touches, like the brush of an angel's wing. Innocent and pure, until moments later. Their kisses change, driven by a wanton need. They become deep and drugging...addicting, a necessity - like breathing air. He desires Sana's taste, the same way he craves Sana's scent, the sound of Sana's voice, the brightness of her smile.

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Sehun's hands slip into the silk shirt Sana is wearing, HIS silk shirt, to brush against Sana's nipples. Sana's reaction is instantaneous.

"S-Sehun." Sana gasps and holds onto him tighter.

A slight touch here, a button undone there, and the shirt slides like water, falling to the floor in a whisper of silk, to reveal Sana's naked form. She is sleek and golden, flushed a dusky rose from the heat of the moment. Perfect.

Sehun's own clothes quickly joins Sana's and for a minute Sehun just stands there, looking at Sana as moonlight bathes both of them. "You're perfect." He says quietly, meaning it with his whole heart.

Sana blushes and she turned away for a moment before peeking up shyly at Sehun. "So are you."

Sehun put his hands on Sana's waist and lifts Sana up, laying Sana down on the bed as his mouth travels over Sana's body. Light touches of liquid fire followed by soft kisses on calves and ankles, slowly, slowly moving up, inch by slow loving inch over trembling legs, shifting back to the smooth chest to lick and nip at sensitive nipples.

Sana's fingers thread through Sehun's hair and his name is like a prayer on Sana's lips. A prayer he kisses silent as he returned once more to honey sweet lips, delving in like a drowning man needing air, finding it in the warm spaces of Sana's mouth.

Even as their tongues dance, Sehun's hands stroke Sana's nipples, skimming over the overheated skin of Sana's belly and lower...

Sana gasps into his mouth and her hands clutch at Sehun's shoulders as Sehun strokes her over and over again. Touching Sana is everything. Watching what his touch does to Sana is more than everything.

They speak in half-finished phrases, desire and passion stealing their words.

"Please..."
"Sana, let me..."

When he's done everything he can to make the experience easy for Sana, Sehun shifts, poised to touch something finer than Heaven, slowly sinking into Sana.

Sana gasps and stiffens. Tears leaking out of eyes tightly clenched shut.

"Sana, are you ok?" Sehun freezes at Sana's reaction. He looks at Sana, tracing the path Sehun's tears took with his lips before whispering in her ear. "You couldn't have fallen very far."

Sana says nothing but she grips Sehun's shoulders as she slowly opens her eyes.

In that instant, Sehun sees his future and his heart. "Easy, love." He slides a hand between them and lights Sana's passion again. A gift for what she's given Sehun. Soon he has Sana's body crying tears too.

"Hold on to me, tightly," he whispers in a tight voice, then buries his tongue into Sana's mouth.

Sana answers by gripping his arms and lifting her hips, instinctively seeking the caresses that would send her over the edge that she craves, feeling like she is on the edge of the precipice, waiting to fall. Sehun gives her those touches and more, knowing the exact instance when Sana goes over the edge of oblivion.

Then he thrusts home. Sana groans and twists and Sehun stills, afraid it would give Sana more pain. "Sana.... Sana look at me."

Sana slowly opens her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
Sana nods, reaching up and running fingers over Sehun's mouth, her heart in her eyes.

"Tell me if I hurt you." Sehun moves slowly, very slowly, watching Sana until brown eyes drifted close and Sana is meeting each of his thrusts and moving with him, creating an intimate rhythm of their own.

It seems to go on forever, an eternity within this person who shows him more than words ever can, what love and life is about. He feels release coming hard and fast, from his mind to his heart, to the other parts that are rawer, more elemental.

He strives for his legendary control, wanting to take Sana with him, needing their first time to be them, together, completely them and nothing else.

When he feels the rise in Sana, a change in urgency that signals that Sana is near, Sehun shifts and moves faster, feeling Sana match his pace as they reach for something just out of reach, something so primal and only moments away.

When it comes, it is mind-breakingly scintillating, incredible. It is everything.

Sehun clings to the beautiful girl in his arms for a moment, basking in the aftermath for as long as he can. And when the physical passion drains away, he finds that what he feels for Sana...is still there.

He tenderly cups Sana's head in his hand and tells Sana what he now knows has been there since the first time he saw Sana: "You're my heart, Sana. I love you." He kisses her sweetly. "How I love you."

Sana's face also crumples with emotion. She shakes her head, her breath a cry and a whisper. Something Sehun doesn't hear as sleep claims him.

"Oh no...please."

But it is too late.

Oh Sehun gave Sana the miracle she had wanted by giving her his heart.

FINALLY I'VE DONE IT. AFTER A YEAR OF WRITING FICS ON THEM I'VE FINALLY WRITTEN THE SMUT. OR THE LOVEMAKING AS IT IS IN THIS CASE.