05-12-2016, 03:23 PM
I love the way he purrs, that sound of utter contentment rumbling in his chest that makes my body ache to echo it back at him. I can't make that sound, but I can sure as hell make others, and a low moan is almost good enough as his lips trail across my skin. More words, and they're important ones about how we can do the parenting thing, how we'll fill each other's gaps (mmm, damn right we will), each teaching him what the other cannot.
But he's touching me, and those lovely words are getting in the way of—oh that's better. Teeth, mmm. And lips, chasing away the pain even if it's exquisite, even if it just makes me want him more. More words, and I like these ones even better because they boil down to 'don't worry about the kid, or about winding up with any more of them. We're covered. I'll prove it.' Yes please. “Good enough. Too much talking. Shut up and touch me.”
God, and he does. He puts up barriers around us to keep the world out, and I can feel the last of mine falling away. Safe, I feel so safe tucked away with him in our own little corner of the world, my heart his for the taking, knowing his is mine too. It's different this time, not just sex and blood and lightning. It's so much more, so much bigger than just the chemistry between us. It scares the hell out of me but I can't look away.
Ah, but the time we spend inside that barrier is ours, his and mine alone, and I won't go into detail. When we're done, I'm shaking for a much different reason than the exhaustion after our last encounter. I curl up against him, still breathing hard, my racing heart starting to slow as I lean into him. I still can't get enough of his skin against mine, my lips still touching him, I want to never stop touching him. So much more than just lightning when hearts are involved. I've never been so scared, and I've never been so sure.
Mine.
I rest my head on his shoulder, listening to his heart beat coming down, breathe in our mingled scents on his skin, and the corner of my mouth turns upward in a smile of utter contentment. I can't remember the last time I felt this...happy. He just snuck up on me. He was here, without me asking or expecting it, gave me everything I never wanted until it was sprawled out at my feet in a blanket of violets and ferocious joy. Mine. Him, Tycho, this love, our weird little family, all of it. Mine. I don't have words, I'm all out of them, so I just hold him close to me and breathe.
But he's touching me, and those lovely words are getting in the way of—oh that's better. Teeth, mmm. And lips, chasing away the pain even if it's exquisite, even if it just makes me want him more. More words, and I like these ones even better because they boil down to 'don't worry about the kid, or about winding up with any more of them. We're covered. I'll prove it.' Yes please. “Good enough. Too much talking. Shut up and touch me.”
God, and he does. He puts up barriers around us to keep the world out, and I can feel the last of mine falling away. Safe, I feel so safe tucked away with him in our own little corner of the world, my heart his for the taking, knowing his is mine too. It's different this time, not just sex and blood and lightning. It's so much more, so much bigger than just the chemistry between us. It scares the hell out of me but I can't look away.
Ah, but the time we spend inside that barrier is ours, his and mine alone, and I won't go into detail. When we're done, I'm shaking for a much different reason than the exhaustion after our last encounter. I curl up against him, still breathing hard, my racing heart starting to slow as I lean into him. I still can't get enough of his skin against mine, my lips still touching him, I want to never stop touching him. So much more than just lightning when hearts are involved. I've never been so scared, and I've never been so sure.
Mine.
I rest my head on his shoulder, listening to his heart beat coming down, breathe in our mingled scents on his skin, and the corner of my mouth turns upward in a smile of utter contentment. I can't remember the last time I felt this...happy. He just snuck up on me. He was here, without me asking or expecting it, gave me everything I never wanted until it was sprawled out at my feet in a blanket of violets and ferocious joy. Mine. Him, Tycho, this love, our weird little family, all of it. Mine. I don't have words, I'm all out of them, so I just hold him close to me and breathe.
Daeryssa
of the restless heart