Rating: T. Contains minor language/adult themes, and femslash.
Disclaimer: I own only my thoughts, not Hannah Montana or it's characters.
Note: So, I frequently write drabbles (although this one is close to 200 words) that just sit around in my journal or on my desktop, with nobody to read them. I figured, why not start a story filled with them? That's what this will be. Most will be about 100 words, but some might be longer. This one was written with a certain POV in mind, but feel free to choose yourself :)
Cherry Blossoms
Oh…I can still feel the softness of her ripped, gray sweatshirt against my cheek…still smell her warmth - comforting and uniquely her, with an undertone of cherry blossoms and coppertone…still feel her surprisingly soft lips against mine as a swirl of butterflies twirl in my stomach and my breath catches somewhere between my racing heartbeat and my preoccupied mouth.
My body burns everywhere she touches me, she ignites a flame that can't be doused and it slowly consumes me, the fire pricking my sensitive skin and overwhelming my senses. Heat fills my body, rushes across my skin like a wildfire as my nerves become raw, each one vacating it's function to spark like electricity as her skin slides against mine.
But the light of day flashing across my irises, my eyelids fluttering open in the early morning hours harshly remind me that none of it is real; as my heart continues pounding in my chest, a defiant reminder that my body longs for what it can't have. It was just a dream.
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