Another drabble-y thing
This is dedicated to those people who think that plot makes the hot stuff much better and particularly for Berlock because she does...
Slowly, slowly you wake up and for a moment you think he’s in bed with you. For a moment you think his arms are round you. Breathing deeply, you can smell him, masculine, powerful; your fingers itch to touch him but if you reach out to him, he will disappear and you’ll be alone once more.
But light finger tips are stroking you, you can feel them, dream or not. You open your eyes, he is lying next to you, hand in your hair. Something is out of kilter, you realise he is dressed and you begin to undo his shirt, all the time aware of his eyes on yours.
All you want right now is to belong. You want him to pin you, to possess you once more. You need to feel his weight on you, anchoring you from the winds which will surely blow you away if he doesn’t. His eyes are soft in the half light and looking closely you are sure you can see his love for you burning as brightly as yours does for him.
Slowly, slowly you wake up and for a moment you think he’s in bed with you. For a moment you think his arms are round you. Breathing deeply, you can smell him, masculine, powerful; your fingers itch to touch him but if you reach out to him, he will disappear and you’ll be alone once more.
But light finger tips are stroking you, you can feel them, dream or not. You open your eyes, he is lying next to you, hand in your hair. Something is out of kilter, you realise he is dressed and you begin to undo his shirt, all the time aware of his eyes on yours.
All you want right now is to belong. You want him to pin you, to possess you once more. You need to feel his weight on you, anchoring you from the winds which will surely blow you away if he doesn’t. His eyes are soft in the half light and looking closely you are sure you can see his love for you burning as brightly as yours does for him.