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aldersprigFirst: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which There are Second Thoughts - and Third.
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Her eyes were closed. He liked that; it let him watch her face. Her hands were on him like she was trying to pin him down - who was he kidding? She could pin him down without any hands at all - and her expression was somewhere else, somewhere reaching for bliss.
He brushed his lips against hers, then kissed her properly. He was on his back, and she was on top of him andā¦
He closed his eyes and stopped thinking for a while. She was moving above him and that was, for the moment, all that mattered.
When he opened his eyes, it was to kiss her again. Like this, he could feel the press of her collar against his neck. Her collar. Would it be so badā¦?
Not the time to think about such things. He ran his hands up and down her back. He wondered, in a way he hadnāt for a while, what her Change was. He hadnāt Un-Masked for her; wouldnāt have if she had demanded it, might have if sheād asked it. Sheād done neither, and her Mask was up, too. He kissed her collarbones, wondering.
āPenny for your thoughts,ā she murmured. He grinned at her.
āPennies, really? Those are pretty valuable now, all that copper.ā
For a second, he thought heād flustered her. Then she stroked his hair - gently, he couldnāt remember anyone being that gentle with him - and smiled.
āSoāre your thoughts. Valuable, that is.ā
He kissed her, his hand low enough down on her back that it wasnāt holding her and high enough up that she knew what he wanted. And for a while, he didnāt have any thoughts to give, for a penny or for a whole hive of honey.
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Previous: In Which There are Second Thoughts - and Third.
š
Her eyes were closed. He liked that; it let him watch her face. Her hands were on him like she was trying to pin him down - who was he kidding? She could pin him down without any hands at all - and her expression was somewhere else, somewhere reaching for bliss.
He brushed his lips against hers, then kissed her properly. He was on his back, and she was on top of him andā¦
He closed his eyes and stopped thinking for a while. She was moving above him and that was, for the moment, all that mattered.
When he opened his eyes, it was to kiss her again. Like this, he could feel the press of her collar against his neck. Her collar. Would it be so badā¦?
Not the time to think about such things. He ran his hands up and down her back. He wondered, in a way he hadnāt for a while, what her Change was. He hadnāt Un-Masked for her; wouldnāt have if she had demanded it, might have if sheād asked it. Sheād done neither, and her Mask was up, too. He kissed her collarbones, wondering.
āPenny for your thoughts,ā she murmured. He grinned at her.
āPennies, really? Those are pretty valuable now, all that copper.ā
For a second, he thought heād flustered her. Then she stroked his hair - gently, he couldnāt remember anyone being that gentle with him - and smiled.
āSoāre your thoughts. Valuable, that is.ā
He kissed her, his hand low enough down on her back that it wasnāt holding her and high enough up that she knew what he wanted. And for a while, he didnāt have any thoughts to give, for a penny or for a whole hive of honey.
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Date: 2017-03-25 02:21 pm (UTC)I actually read recently that pennies are only something like 3% copper...
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Date: 2017-03-25 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-26 01:01 am (UTC)Well written.