Omkar reached down to insert himself inside her, his fingers sliding against the wet silk of her labia. When he entered the world of her body for the first time, Aria let a gasp egress from the back of her throat. The warmth and tightness of her fawned over the frame of his erect phallus. The instinct that drove them throbbed in waves that he thrust deep inside her. With the frailty of her femininity in the palm of his hands, the pain that he felt was the pain of not being able to thrust himself loose of the confines of his body enough for them to dissolve into one. With every thrust up to the last, it felt like he took a part of her into himself until he owned her completely. But it did not feel like a loss. It felt like she had found a home. The dew of her wanted to be taken and he had wanted to take it. The storm of their idolatry of each other had left the moon trembling in its wake. Its fragile beams streamed through the window and exhausted themselves across the shine of the floor. The virile fluid of his craving to make her belong to him was warm inside of her. Its slippery fervor had made a delicate marsh of her vulva and thighs.

Aware of the fact that the library was no place to let the tide of post-coital affection wash over them, Omkar rolled his weight off of her and pulled his boxers back on. He sat over the quiver of her pale body, stroking the pith of her skin and waiting for her to be ready to get up and follow him. The wandering boat of his life had found her. The wind had taken him to her side. The burn of loneliness that had charred holes in its decks could not exist in the climate of the smiles that she afforded him.

Having given so much of herself over to him, Aria’s muscles were weak and graceless when he finally pulled at her to leave with him. Not wanting to stain her clothes and not wanting to lose the feeling of his skeet inside her, she grabbed one of her socks and used it to line her panties. Omkar had to help her summit the sill of the window that they were forced to open in order to escape. He didn’t drive her home. Instead, he decided to contest the will of his parents by finding a place to park the car for the night.

Omkar put the hawk feather that Aria had given him on the dashboard and climbed into the back seat, motioning for Aria to join him. When she did, he laid her down and cradled her head like a baby in his lap. “Shona, do you feel OK about what just happened between us?” he asked her.