Author’s Notes: This short drabble is my attempt to portray a tasteful and decorous love scene between Seong Mi-Na and Hwang Seong-Gyeong. Do I succeed, fail? Comments are welcome.

Disclaimer: Mi-Na, Hwang, Soul Calibur, etc is a trademark of Namco.

Overture

He is a man full of honor and compassion – chivalrous to the core. No other man is more dashing or gallant. His kindness touches my heart, his smile warms my soul. His eyes captivate, holding me prisoner. His hands touch and caress, stirring something deep within me. His mouth would capture mine, steeling my very breath. His hands would open my top, and I felt his very breath on my bosom. His mouth would sprinkle kisses, his hands would gently stroke and knead. I would gasp with pleasure, running my hands all over his bare chest. His mouth would capture my lips again, causing me to sigh in his mouth. His hands would release my body from the bondage of the clothes that remained. I would reciprocate in kind, freeing his body from the same bondage. His lips would brush gently along my neck, down to the tip of my shoulder. We sank to the floor, as he lay me down…

Ascension

His kisses are all consuming, taking my very breath. His mouth is insistent and fervent, yet very gentle, loving. His lips would brush and caress my body all over, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I would shiver with delight, feeling his breath on my skin. His hands would touch and stroke me in all the right places, whispering sweet nothings. I would admire him, admire his glorious body – his smoldering eyes; his handsome face; his chiseled chest; his muscular arms; his strong hands; his powerful legs. He was magnificent. His skin glistened in the moonlight, beckoning for me to taste him. I would kiss his chest, leaving wet kisses, feeling how smooth and strong his skin was. My hands would trace every sinew on his back, his thighs, his legs, feeling his very strength. His lips would find mine again, intense and sweet. I would press my bosom against his chest, hungry for his touch. I craved him, I wanted him, I needed him. He would trail kisses between my bosom, to my stomach, to my thigh, to my leg. He would pause to look at me, with love and desire in his eyes. I would hold out my arms to him – beckoning, pleading for him to come to me – calling out his given name, “Seong-Gyeong…”