Lyla Bell, a woman who dreamt about clouds, couldn't help but think of what it'd be like if she were one; to be floating in a river so blue, lazing about all day with no cares in the world. Or to drown the world in her wrath, letting her fury pour forth. And her all time favorite: to be able to drift apart in a million-and-one pieces, scattering.

She wondered if her thoughts would then turn into wisps, only to fade into nothingness. What would it be like existing without existence? Would it be peaceful? Serene even? Was that how the dead felt? To have nothing plaguing your soul, no misconstrued ideas. No over analyzing and computing every small detail of how one path led to another. No figuring out where it all started: consequences.

It was like an avalanche when after taking one course of action thousands follow, affecting all in its path. Not a single stone or pebble was left from being overturned. And trying to find the trail leading up to that point of escalation proved to be impossible, but that was all in the small details that nobody ever paid attention to until it was too late.

Perhaps she would be pensive and all knowing, like the clouds that stretch on forever. They silently observe as the world passes by, holding in decades worth of knowledge just to be overlooked. Like a lone wallflower that was never given the chance to bloom. So she had chosen to dance solo, creating a waltz of her own. One that was not understood by the universe but was much greater; a Pandora to be forgotten in the shadows.

"What are you thinking, Lyla?"

She could feel his fingers, light as a feather, skimming up and down her arm, kissing her skin. She turned her head sideways, glancing over her shoulder to look at him.

"Hmm?"

Smiling, he watched her as he began to pull her thin strap down over her shoulder, seeing her eyes follow the path it took. He found her beautiful and could never get enough of her, could never stop touching her.

He brought his lips forward kissing her shoulder softly as he lingered, savoring the moment. Staring into the hazel eyes that were watching him, he smiled mischievously. He loved those eyes, they held so much within that he wished to unlock; mysteries men could only fathom about.

"I asked what you were thinking about, you looked so serious." he said as he neared her neck, kissing the dip where the neck and shoulder blade met. He let his tongue slip out, tasting her soft skin. The corners of his lips turned up in a half-smile as he felt her shiver. He liked how her body responded to his; eager.

He continued kissing along her neck, enjoying the soft noise she made in the back of her throat as he reached her sensitive spot. He brought his tongue out to tease her warm gentle flesh; a treat to his senses. She squirmed at his affections, making him grin. He moved his lip up to hers, pressing softly against hers as his tongue glided over the bottom lip, tasting her sweet cherry mouth.

He pulled back, looking into her eyes.

"What is it, Lyla? What has taken you away from me, from here?"

"It's silly really, Nicholas." she said, shying away.

"Try me." he whispered in her ear, guiding her face back to his.

Lyla loved his voice, the soothing deep tones putting her at ease, and the way his green eyes seemed to be ever watchful; knowing. He was patient with her, understanding and kind; the utmost gentleman.

"The clouds," she spoke as her cheeks turned a rosy pink," of what it'd be like if I were one."

"If you were a cloud, you'd be the envy of them all." he said as he carefully pulled off her tank-top. Lyla leaned forward, letting him remove it.

"You'll outshine every single one of them; whiter than the purest of snow..." he spoke between kisses as he trailed down her neck to her chest,"so grand and majestic." He brought his lips to the breast he had cupped in his hands. It filled his mouth as he turned a hill into a peek, flicking and swirling his tongue. He felt the rise and fall as her chest increased with the intake of breath.

"Other clouds would grey in comparison to your beauty." came his muffled voice, feeling her shudder. God, he loved this girl. He took the other breast into his mouth as his hand roamed freely, exploring every dip, rise, and curve.

"They would cry, flee, and disperse at your kindness. Your loving nature." He kissed the soft mound of her stomach, glancing up at her.

"Some would scatter at your intelligence while others would form fleets to guard and protect you." He brushed his fingers lightly across her stomach, tracing the path along her hip. He took in her parted lip, her arched back, and her closed eyes; signs of her wanting more.

He stopped his movements, watching her eyes open as she looked at him questioningly.

"But for now, my sweet Lyla, let me show what it is like to be in love."

He tugged off her panties, sliding them over her slender legs, and tossed them on the floor with the discarded tank-top. Quickly, he retraced the path his hands had taken, mapping every inch and leaving nothing to be untouched. He gives the places that never received attention his respect; kissing, tasting, and relishing.

Lyla gave out a soft whimper as she felt him at her core. Her fingers ran through his hair while his tongue drank in her essence, doing magic. She may never be able to drown the world in her fury, or to float in an endless river worry free. Nor would she be the lone wallflower creating a dance of her own. Instead, she would do a magical waltz as old of time itself, one of creation. One that would never be forgotten in the shadows. And she thinks maybe, just maybe the cloud he described wouldn't be so bad.

But then...

She was assaulted with sensations; the warm of his touch, the empty coldness of when it was gone, and the tingling butterflies that made her feel like a star about to explode. She felt his warm silky member pressing against her folds.

Looking into his eyes she whispered, "I love you." Her eyes closed as her thoughts scattered, leaving nothing but bliss.