Support Stacie Drabble -- "This Is", for sassy_lion
Title: This Is
Author: ladychi
Hawt Confirmation: momdaegmorgan
Rating: Adult
Words: 257
Giftee: sassy_lion. Thanks for your bid!
This Is
This is about sensation. About hands over bodies, about fingers touching intimate places. About mouths persuading, seducing, owning. This is about sex.
This is about wearing him like a blanket, his naked form against hers, his erection lodged between her thighs but somehow not inside of her.
This is about learning him. Thick hair and brown eyes. Freckles and quick wit and manic grins. Mood changes on a dime and a love in his eyes that beams more easily than ever before.
This is about... oh. Letting him inside. Feeling the difference, feeling how perfect it still is. Filling her until she can feel whole again, until she stops feeling the unpleasant ache of grief and acknowledges how very much alive they both are.
This is about watching his eyes as he drives into her, watching the way he bites his lips and closes his eyes. This is about listening to the sound of his voice, molten and smooth as he talks to her, telling her how perfect she is, how tight she is, how it feels when she....
This is about squeezing him, punishing little turns of the hips at the end of his thrusts that take him by surprise and spur them on to something more. This is about love. This is about anger.
This is about throwing her head back, feeling muscles contract and mind shattering. This is about him releasing inside of her, pulling out and dripping on her thigh. This is about the poetic and the real.
This...
This is about...
Them.
Author: ladychi
Hawt Confirmation: momdaegmorgan
Rating: Adult
Words: 257
Giftee: sassy_lion. Thanks for your bid!
This Is
This is about sensation. About hands over bodies, about fingers touching intimate places. About mouths persuading, seducing, owning. This is about sex.
This is about wearing him like a blanket, his naked form against hers, his erection lodged between her thighs but somehow not inside of her.
This is about learning him. Thick hair and brown eyes. Freckles and quick wit and manic grins. Mood changes on a dime and a love in his eyes that beams more easily than ever before.
This is about... oh. Letting him inside. Feeling the difference, feeling how perfect it still is. Filling her until she can feel whole again, until she stops feeling the unpleasant ache of grief and acknowledges how very much alive they both are.
This is about watching his eyes as he drives into her, watching the way he bites his lips and closes his eyes. This is about listening to the sound of his voice, molten and smooth as he talks to her, telling her how perfect she is, how tight she is, how it feels when she....
This is about squeezing him, punishing little turns of the hips at the end of his thrusts that take him by surprise and spur them on to something more. This is about love. This is about anger.
This is about throwing her head back, feeling muscles contract and mind shattering. This is about him releasing inside of her, pulling out and dripping on her thigh. This is about the poetic and the real.
This...
This is about...
Them.