Her head moved helplessly from side to side, mouth open in silent pleasure as she stared unseeing at the ceiling. The holiday lights blurred above her, their glow fracturing like her sense of control.

She had become the case now… the one affected… and this was the treatment it needed - the remedy they both sought, prescribed in the language of touch and taste.

Everything narrowed to points of contact - his hands spanning her waist, mouth claiming her pulse, body pressing her firmly against the wall.

As she witnessed his fitness, raw and undeniable against her, gravity seemed to lose its hold. Her feet nearly up rooted and torn from their very foundation, pulsing up each leg into her like a heaving crack in her foundation - gashed open, allowing the accumulation of condensation to bust loose. Efflorescence inevitable.