A broken bed was definitely not going to stop Jahi from getting what she wanted, so before I could suggest postponing this for when we had the replacement bed she just promptly made sure the bed was flat against the ground before tearing at my clothes, reminding me why I loved her so damn much.
When we were finally free from one another's embrace, twenty minutes had been stolen from us in a flash of heat and sweaty entanglement as we peeled ourselves apart and stumbled into the bath, washing up while reminiscing slightly.
By that... well, I needn't explain, because a majority of our memories that would be tied to a place with a bed or a bath would always involve our nude figures and intense throes of passion that were as inhuman as we were.
