”Non m’importa molto se
Niente è uguale a prima
Le parole su di noi
Si dissolvono così
Tu affogando per respirare
Imparando anche a sanguinare
Nel giorno che sfugge
Il tempo reale sei tu
Tu a difendermi e farmi male
Sezionare la notte e il cuore
Per sentirmi vivo
In tutti i miei sbagli”
[“I don’t really care if
Nothing is still the same
The words floating upon us
Are now dissolving
You, drowning to breathe
Learning to bleed
In this fleeting day
Only you are the real time
You, defending and hurting me
Sectioning my heart and the night
To make me feel alive
In all of my mistakes”]

Thunder.
Lightning.
Thunder.
Shane and Carmen motionless, cupping each other’s face, sinking in each other’s eyes.
Then, they crash.
Lips on lips. Deep, deep kisses.
Trembling hands disrobing quickly, hearts pounding, pounding.
No borders. Not anymore.
Shane pulls Carmen back and they’re laying on the carpet, both unable to break the kiss.
There is no time to make it on the bed.
Carmen’s hands rapidly unbuckling Shane’s belt, as her breath becomes heavy, panting.
Shane’s lips everywhere on Carmen’s body, feverish kisses, frantic kisses, hot hands rubbing, brushing, clasping.
Her mouth runs down her body, lingering on her perfect breast, on her scar, trying to bless it and exorcize it with love.
Carmen’s fingers across her hair, pulling, pushing, as she’s starting
– really, really starting –
to lose control.
Shane bites, licks, and she is going down, caressing Carmen’s hips, kissing her thighs, her knees, and coming up again, stopping where everything begins, where everything ends.
“Let it go…”, Shane whispers.
Carmen feeling her mouth, her fingers, and moaning. Loud, loud moans, as she leans her head back, closing her eyes, scratching Shane’s back, pushing her head down.
“Oh God yes!… Yes, please, please…”.
Shane growling against her center, eyebrows furrowed, and her whole body is trembling, shivering. Goose-bumps everywhere.
She tastes her. She devours her.
And Carmen cries. A shout of liberation as she comes.
She grabs Shane’s shoulders and pulls her up, finding her lips, tasting herself unhurriedly into her lover’s mouth.
She pushes her back until she is leaning against the wall and sits on her lap, grinding slowly against the fabric of the half-lowered jeans Shane is still wearing, her arms snaked around her neck as she’s panting against her mouth, as she’s breathing her breath.
Shane’s fingers running along her back, grazing her waist, her stomach.
A heated contact.
“Are you okay?”, Shane’s voice breathless.
Carmen brushes her lips with her fingers.
“Yeah…”, she whispers, “…Make me yours…”.
Click.
A click into Shane’s mind.
Just three words to hypnotize her. Three words in that beloved voice, in that needy tone, and she’s lost.
Her hand on Carmen’s burning center.
Flames. Flames in front of her eyes. She’s playing with fire and she likes it.
She penetrates her, and as she does it, she grabs Carmen’s hand and puts it into her shorts.
She watches her straight in the eyes.
“Make me yours”, she says with a husky voice, letting all of her barriers falling to pieces.
And Carmen does it.
And they both shiver, and pant, and cling to each other, moving at the same pace, at the same rhythm, with the same passion, with the same vehement fever, with the same urge to feel each other.