Disclaimer: nope, Father Christmas didn't think I'd been a good enough girl to give them to me.
A/N: I would have saved this for Valentines Day, except I don't do Valentines.
Words
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Soft. That was the only word to describe his skin: soft. Smooth, velvety comfort covered by downy hair as she trailed her fingers upwards.
Irresistible. That was what he was. Like light and sunshine after the rain. All life seemed to come from him, through him; because of him. And he drew her in, time and time again.
Like a moth to a flame? No. That implied she had no control over this, that she would die because of her need for him. But that wasn't true. She would die far quicker if she wasn't allowed to be with him.
Love. That was what she felt as his lips pressed against her temple, his arms snaked around her waist, and his breath caressed her neck. Gentle touches that hid so much and expressed a thousand words.
And what word would she give him to describe her?
Mine.
It was as simple as that.