Dark room, blue light, she’s on top

It’s just her and him, no one else in sight. The room’s dark, but there’s this blue glow coming from the floor, like some kind of light show. She’s on top, grinding down slow and hard, hips rocking back and forth, matching his thrusts. He’s holding her waist tight, fingers digging in, not saying a word. She moans low, breaths heavy, body slick with sweat. The blue light catches the sweat on her skin, makes her look like she’s glowing. No music, no noise except their breathing and the sound of skin slapping skin. It’s quiet, intense, just the two of them moving together, no rush, no hurry, just heat building up, slow and steady. She’s got her nails digging into his shoulders, he’s got his hands on her hips, pulling her closer, deeper. The blue light flickers a little, but they don’t care. They’re lost in it, just the two of them, no one else around, just the dark and the blue and the sweat and the sound of them moving together.