Eternal,by lyradaemon
Chapter 1
A/N: I've no idea to whom this applies (well, I have an inkling, but you might have to guess…!) Just suffice to say it popped into my head one evening. I originally posted it on livejournal, but thought I might share it here. Not that anyone will care.
Disclaimer: I'm not sure to whom this actually belongs. Sorry if these 'characters' are yours. I mean no harm.
Mine.
That's exactly what I thought as I regarded him sprawled next to me. Mine. Such a delicious word, conveying so much.
A contented smile fluttered on those kiss-bruised lips, an expression which I knew echoed my own. Tiny shivers travelled over languid flesh, little tremors hinting at what had gone before. Mussed hair and slightly too-heavy breathing only added to the overall effect of utter decadence and carnal pleasure.
Mine.
And he was mine, despite what people might think. I am the only one who can make him beg. I am the only one who can, to be frank, make him shut up for once: and by shut up I mean reduce him to such a state that he can only moan and whimper some heady semblance of my name. I can do all that, me alone, and therefore he is mine.
"Love you."
More like a breath, a sigh, than actual words, but I can hear them as clearly as if they were being shouted. A surprisingly warm arm slipped around my waist, pulling me closer. I nestled against him, breathing in the scent of our mingled passion.
"Love you too."
A chuckle. A happy sigh. A soft kiss. Sleep.
Mine.
All mine.