Sssshhhh… My gentle side is a secret. Don't let anyone know… or else I will find you.
I love to touch him – for hours on end, my only desire is to run my hands across his soft, unmarred skin; I love to caress, stroke, kiss, and taste every little inch of his flesh.
Once I'm done with touching, once I just can't hold myself back any longer… I watch him touch. It is awfully tantalizing. He will touch me and then he will touch himself; he will flow between our two bodies.
He will suck me off as he fondles his nipples, he will kiss me wherever he can reach as he jacks himself off, or he will meld our mouths together as he prepares his entrance for me.
I love to have him touch us.
I love him on his knees, I love him riding me, and I love him facing me, his legs thrown over my shoulders. Best of all, I love bending him over the bed and entering that way, sliding in long and deep until his body swallows me whole and he chokes on me.
I love him when he begs for more.
When I cum inside of him and he cums across whatever is in front of him, I remain inside… the heat is unimaginable and the feeling of his inner muscles still twitching and flexing from his orgasm is euphoric.
When he is completely exhausted, I treat him like he the only being in my world – shower first. Better yet, a bath.
I lay him across my lap and wash him clean of sweat and seed. He mumbles sleepily and half-heartedly tries to return the favor, but he is already virtually asleep. I only enjoy the skin contact, the feel of my flesh flush to his.
Because my flesh is covered in blood – always has been and always will be. Uncountable numbers have stained my hands, my soul, and darkened my heart.
I love him for how he washes away the cracked red. His beige vanilla skin against my alabaster shell – suddenly, I'm clean.
We languish in the bathtub, him too exhausted to leave and I too comfortable to move. The water gets cold before I leave the bathroom. Bare, I bury us into the bed.
The rub of naked flesh against naked flesh is… amazing. Calming and beautiful.
I fall asleep to the sensation of chilled wet skin slowly warming against me.
Alas, morning is different. The day itself is different.
Gentleness begins at midnight and ends at waking.
Whether he is ready for it or not, I kick him out of bed and ignore him as he begins whining. As the day unwinds, his existence goes unnoticed by me, no matter how hard he strives for my notice. Every ambush he plans fails, every wail goes uncomforted.
And then midnight strikes again.
I love the taste of his skin.
Author's Note: Yes, Reborn was completely OOC; but that was my plan… Frankly, I went waaaayyy too far for even my liking. Who knows, though, one of you people might like it!
