Worth the fight

and every hair on my body is back on alert. 
    Neither of us say s anything for a minute.  Then he comes to me.  And I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he reaches down and lifts me into his arms, cradling me as he walks into my apartment and kicks the door shut behind him. 
    He doesn’t stop moving or put me down until we reach my bedroom.  He gently lays me down on the end of the bed.  Our eyes lock ed as he stands over me.  I want to touch his jaw.  Run my finger over the squareness of it and feel the stubble prickle beneath my finger.  His pale green eyes watch me.  Watch me take him in.  Greedily, I let my eyes soak up every ounce.  From head to toe I devour him.  My body aches for him to touch me.  Be inside of me again. 
    When my eyes reach his again, the paleness is replaced with a stormy grey.  There’s a huge knot in my throat.  It’s blocking the passage of my tears that I’m holding back.  I’m afraid to speak for fear that t he dam will open again and this time I won’t be able to swim to the surface for air, I’ll drown in my own tears.
    Nico slowly leans down, his eyes never leaving mine as he comes to rest on top of me.  One hand on either side of my head, he keeps his head pulled back so we can see each other, but his body fully is covering mine.  I could no longer move, even if I wanted to.  But I don’t want to anyway.  God I missed him. The rock hard feel of his body against my soft curves.  Being underneath the sheer power of the man. 
    “Mine .”  It’s the first word he says to me, and the last before his lips crash down on me in the most wildly, sensual, seductive, possessive kiss I’ve ever had.  One of his hands snakes around the back of my neck and he pulls me tighter to him.  I feel the inexplicable need to chase away every single molecule that is between us, until there’s nothing left but me and him.  Being held together tighter than I’ve ever been held isn’t good enough.  I need him inside of me.  To be part of me.  To be one indivisible body that shares the breath that fills both our lungs.
    We’re both panting as we come up for air, our mouths still pressed tightly against each other.   Neither one of us willing to release the other first.  “Mine,” Nico repeats the word with a growl.  The words vibrate on my lips and I feel it shoot all the way down to the already swollen flesh between my legs. 
    “Yours.”  I respond breathlessly.
    And then it’s a frantic race to get our clothes off.  Nico lifts his hips only enough to somehow maneuver his pants off.  Mine he has even less trouble dispensing with.  I feel the thick, hard length of him against my bare skin and it makes me shiver with anticipation.  I feel my own wetness between my legs, my body ready to take him in even before my mind catches up to it.
    Pushing up from the bed at the hips, I tilt upwards the little bit that I can move underneath him, silently urging him to take me.  I need him now.  Right now. 
    “ Say it again.” 
    I know what he wants to hear.  “Yours.” I whisper quietly as I take his face in my hands and he responds by pushing inside of me.  Hard.  And deep.  His mouth covers mine again, as he stifles my moan with a gentle kiss that contradicts the harshness of his thrust. 
    He releases my mouth as he stills deep inside of me.  “Again.”
    “Yours.” 
    Nico pulls his hips back and thrusts into me again even harder.  He stretches me wide and again settles between my legs.  He doesn’t say anything when he stills, but there’s no doubt what he’s waiting for.
    “Yours.” 
    After a few more deep thrusts that are rewarded with the word he needs to hear, Nico takes my hands and clasps them together, bringing them up and over my head.  He holds both my hands in one of his and pulls almost all the way out from inside of me, lifting his body off of mine.  I watch as he stops to look down at me.  He’s positioned me how he wants me and now he’s admiring his work.  My hands secured tightly over my head and my legs spread wide for him, I’m completely and utterly exposed.  He doesn’t ask me to say the word again.  He doesn’t need too.  He sees it laying out before his eyes.
    He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. For a second he looks peaceful.  But then he begins to pound into me.  Each thrust deeper and faster than the one before.  Our bodies are covered i n sweat and each thrust down makes a