Not until we’re United, Freya had thought.

They were United now. They’d gone to bed in their underwear, and she felt Dan pressed against her through his boxers. Freya shifted against him, shuddering until she couldn’t stand it any longer. She twisted around, throwing off the covers and climbing on top of Dan.

Through his eyes she looked dark and terrible in the flickering light of the fireplace, the echoes of their shared dream ringing in him.

I will destroy you.

The thought stung. Freya leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp, they both winced at the light, but she needed Dan to see her.

“Not you,” she pleaded. Freya desperately needed Dan to believe the lie, to pretend with her.

Dan was willing. Together they harnessed their minds, allowing only positive thoughts. Freya shut her eyes to see through Dan’s alone. She watched herself pull off her T-shirt, feeling him throb as his eyes ran up her stomach and over her breasts, along the line of her neck. It almost felt like a caress.

Sensing her thought, Dan followed the same line with his fingertips, agonizingly slow. Unconsciously, Freya pulled back from intense feeling, and as she drew away, Dan felt her hair spilling off her shoulders and brushing down her back. The sensation made his fingers tremble.

Opening her eyes again, Freya smiled and moved so she pressed against Dan through their underwear. She was already wet, and he rolled in the feeling, writhing on the bed beneath her. A twist of worry ran through Dan. He was so close already.

Freya chased along that thread, savoring it, and when he was just a moment away, she lifted herself off him. She let him squirm until the danger had passed, then she hooked her index fingers under the band of his boxers and pulled them off.

Dan felt self-conscious, but Freya ran her eyes over every inch of his body with adoration. She wanted it all, the tight muscles at his neck, the curls of his pubic hair, the straining erection, the thick slabs of his thighs. He was so right.

As Dan became more aroused, his thoughts shifted into direct, animal pulses of want that pulled Freya closer. Dan drew a deep breath through his nose, the smell of her arousal made his hair stand on end. Pounding behind his ears was a hot insistence he could just rise, pull her down against the bed, and take her. Freya melted towards the thought, but Dan did not act. He was too afraid. This time, she would lead.

With Dan’s eyes locked on her, Freya slipped off her underwear, and the sight of her naked ran through Dan like an electric shock. She knew he would do anything she wanted him to, and she reveled in the power.

She thought about straddling his face and riding until she’d nearly smothered him, white gasping stars exploding behind his eyes. The thought surged in Dan so hard it nearly made him come. Freya watched his penis twitch. They both wanted that very much, but it was something for later.

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They were both naked, and Freya climbed back on top of Dan and kissed him, her tongue dancing against his as her breasts brushed against his chest. His hips elevated towards her on pure instinct.

They wanted each other very badly, but they were also worried. Dan was afraid he’d come too quickly. Freya was afraid it would hurt. They were orbiting the idea as their desire drew them in.

Freya lowered herself towards Dan as slowly as her muscles could stand, giving him time to hold back. She was so close she felt his hair tickling her and heat rising off him. She shut her eyes, basking in the feeling. She pressed her lips against him in a gentle kiss that set Dan’s eyes fluttering upward, and Freya’s head rolling on her neck.

The point of contact between them was like an arc of electric blue light. For several beats, neither of them dared to move. Slowly, she slid against him, listening to the catch in his breath, the little sounds he could not restrain.

Freya reached down and took hold of Dan. He was harder than she’d ever felt him before, slick with her wetness. She pressed him against her they were so close. She only had to let go, to slide down, and he would slip inside. He watched her, staring at the place where they joined. Dan looked up, and their eyes met.

Freya slid down, and he pierced her. Together, they felt the tear. They shut their eyes against the pain, but it hurt more than they had expected. Dan softened from concern.

I can take it, Freya insisted, tightening her grip on Dan’s shoulders. He reached up to stroke her breasts while she got used to the feeling of having him inside of her. Freya wanted Dan to grip harder to distract her, and his hands tightened in response. A gasp caught in her throat.

She moved, trying to work past the stinging feeling. It faded to the background, and she focused on having him inside of her. She felt both sides, the slick, enveloping warmth, the filling, expansive heat. They knew it wouldn’t be long.

Everything had become amplified, their vision sharper, their noses flooded with the smell of sex. Every sigh and moan rang out, and every touch shouted between them. They shut their eyes and focused only on the sensation of making love.

Neither could feel where Dan ended and where Freya began, only that they were drawing closer, moving towards somewhere they had never been before. When they were nearly there Freya opened her eyes and looked down at Dan’s face. She was the sky over his ocean, he was her riverbed. They were one.

Dan lost control and exploded in hot pulses of deliverance. The feeling set Freya off, her orgasm swallowing his like a storm drawn into a hurricane. They soared higher and higher, their bodies transmuted into ascendent, unbearable light.

The aftershocks continued for a long time, and when they could think again, it was to marvel that they hadn’t died. They felt as if they had brushed against something finite beings could not withstand, that if they’d lasted a moment longer, the petit mort would have become grand.

Freya collapsed on top of Dan. He was still inside her, and she never wanted him to leave. Unity faded as he softened and slipped out, their last shared thought worrying about the mess they’d made.

They were alone again in their own heads. Freya tried to keep a strong face, and she saw Dan was doing the same, but when he cried, she couldn’t help but join him. Soon, they clung to each other and wept for what they had lost.

“I’m sorry,” they told each other, almost in unison but not quite. Freya shut off the light, and the harder she tried to hold onto him, the further it seemed they drifted apart.

No dreams, Freya silently beseeched the Starball.