All that matters is you, and that you exist here with me tonight.



I’ve placed this into two categories because I’m not quite sure where it belongs. I may use it in a future story… hmm. Anyway.

She pauses here and there without reason, drawing in a breath before grinning into his mouth, and the delight he feels then is a physical thing. Too soft and too tender for him to touch. Not yet.

His hands are still rough, his self esteem, cutting. He isn’t ready. This is good as it is.

It also isn’t enough.