*Disclaimer: The words are mine; the characters are not.*
Warnings: Fem-Slash/ Adult Content/ Solo/ Drabble
Notes: This is lesbian erotica, through and through; I cannot stress that enough.
*With special thanks to Euclidian: for putting up with my craziness, laziness, and too much RL to get anything written.*
Dream
In the corner of the bookstore, lost between the rows, in the stacks of dusty, yellowed pages and old ink that smelled of age and wisdom and a wider world; there, in the only place I've ever lost myself and found myself, she appears.
And she touches me, my cheek, and her hands aren't trembling and her eyes are dark and deep and I want. And when I part my lips she doesn't hesitate and her taste is sweet. And as I run my hands over her skin, pale shoulders dusted with flecks of amber, the small swell of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the curvature of her waist, my mind wanders and settles in an instant on a faint memory of warm, wet summers and peaches and my mouth waters as I drop to my knees and she opens her thighs and I bury my nose in her warm, red fuzz and take a bite and my mouth fills and her juices dribble down my chin…
And I wake up, chest heaving, sweat on my brow and my hands buried between my thighs as Ron snores on next to me. I fall back against the pillows and bite into my lip as my fingers finish the job and stifle my cry as I shiver and melt… dissolve into a puddle of release and sweat and tears.
Thanks for reading.
