Title: Connected
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: R
Pairing: 4x3
Summary: Trowa's thoughts on opening himself up and escaping from the mask of silence that he wears.

There's nothing quite as connecting and passionate as having someone's cock buried in you or vice-versa. Nothing quite like it, to feel the heat of two bodies pressed together and voices gasping to each other. Nothing like it to hold him.

Silent. Everyone says I'm so silent. But at night, that changes. When I'm touching his face with my lips and fingers, his cheeks softly flushing, I draw out of myself and whisper to him.

Slipping fingers down his spine as he arches and the curve, the ridge of his back becomes more pronounced. He whispers back to me, a mixture of loving articulate words and needful gasps that are nothing but near silence, his whisperings growing louder and faster, more breathy as I move lower.

And I'm connecting to him through my own similar sounds, whispering "I love you" and "I want you" and "I want to hold you", opening up the silent shield that's masked me for so long, bringing him close to me as we kiss again and I escape into him.

And he moves above me, dominating me, sensing how much I need him like that tonight, looking down at me with his gentle blue eyes as he kisses me with swollen pink lips. And then he enters me and I gasp and my breath catches and he whispers against my ear to breathe. And it doesn't take long before I'm starting to cry out for him while my legs wrap tightly around his waist while we move together because this is what I need to escape. Him. His kisses and his touch and his cock inside of me and his love.

And when the heat floods me in a sudden rush and his own eyes close and he buries his head against my neck and gasps and my fingers bury themselves and tighten in his hair as our bodies press together almost helplessly until we are able to release each other. And as he lays above me and my fingers trace lazy patterns across his back, I close my eyes and relax back into the soft bed with him resting his head on my chest and looking up at me.

He kisses the hollow of my throat and as he rolls over onto his back, I turn myself so that I can rest my head on his stomach and feel the rhythm of his breathing, mine slowing to match his as I reach across to take his hand. He murmurs softly to me and my lips curve up slightly. I like being with him like this, holding him and knowing that he understands me and I understand him. So, it's not so bad to escape from the hard, physical side and find myself drifting in the sweetness that he gives me.