You, here, me.
Just a feeling.
An ascension of colours, red, purple.
A power, a motor power, which leaves the bottom of myself and raises my hips against your body.
Stronger. Always. And eventually, a final explosion, every feeling boosted. My fingers, gripping desperately your back. And my nails, digging in. It must hurt, I think. Not enough to make you bleed, though.
Your back has seen worse already.
And you too, eyes closed, tensed on my body.
Then strain clears away.
You move away, fall heavily beside me.
My eyes are still closed, blurred by pleasure. An immense exhaustion falls upon me.
The sweat is rapidly cooling on my forehead, our breathings calm down,then regulate. Sleepily, you lift your head, that you had dug in the pillow next to me. You slowly turn your head towards me. I can feel that gaze of yours.
Silence came back in this place. I'm staring at the ceiling, one leg over the sheet, one leg under. My right hand is hanging miserably outside the bed, it's going numb. I'm not moving. You're watching me.
I turn to you calmly, and our eyes meet. Purple pupils against golden ones. And I come closer, as if in a dream, to lie against you. I think I hear some kind of sigh, and you put an arm around me. It's hot, sweet, I'd like to stay there forever.
A tuft of hair falls on your neck. It seems to flaw, following the bend of your head... This hair which, I think, looks so much like the sun.
I love you, really. Very much, and you know it. You may not feel exactly the same way about me. I sometimes think we need each other. But is there anything farther?
I'll probably never know. You're not used to saying much, anyway. I know perfectly well that if I mention our relationship, you'll close up. As usual. But it exists, and that's all that matters to my eyes. I know I can't spare you. And in this need, I kind of recall an old feeling, somewhere inside my chest. Like an old sentence I already thought.
I do not want to loose him.
Just a feeling.
An ascension of colours, red, purple.
A power, a motor power, which leaves the bottom of myself and raises my hips against your body.
Stronger. Always. And eventually, a final explosion, every feeling boosted. My fingers, gripping desperately your back. And my nails, digging in. It must hurt, I think. Not enough to make you bleed, though.
Your back has seen worse already.
And you too, eyes closed, tensed on my body.
Then strain clears away.
You move away, fall heavily beside me.
My eyes are still closed, blurred by pleasure. An immense exhaustion falls upon me.
The sweat is rapidly cooling on my forehead, our breathings calm down,then regulate. Sleepily, you lift your head, that you had dug in the pillow next to me. You slowly turn your head towards me. I can feel that gaze of yours.
Silence came back in this place. I'm staring at the ceiling, one leg over the sheet, one leg under. My right hand is hanging miserably outside the bed, it's going numb. I'm not moving. You're watching me.
I turn to you calmly, and our eyes meet. Purple pupils against golden ones. And I come closer, as if in a dream, to lie against you. I think I hear some kind of sigh, and you put an arm around me. It's hot, sweet, I'd like to stay there forever.
A tuft of hair falls on your neck. It seems to flaw, following the bend of your head... This hair which, I think, looks so much like the sun.
I love you, really. Very much, and you know it. You may not feel exactly the same way about me. I sometimes think we need each other. But is there anything farther?
I'll probably never know. You're not used to saying much, anyway. I know perfectly well that if I mention our relationship, you'll close up. As usual. But it exists, and that's all that matters to my eyes. I know I can't spare you. And in this need, I kind of recall an old feeling, somewhere inside my chest. Like an old sentence I already thought.
I do not want to loose him.
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I tried to translate my own french fanfiction (first attempt), as I think that noone can translate a text except the author, who knows which other sentence would mean exactly the same, and which would be the exact opposite of what he or she wanted to put in the words. So, I'm not so good at translating (especially fr to en) and I sincerely apologise if anything sounds strange or isn't right. Talking about that, I'm looking for a beta, please. I really need a native english speaker to read my translated stories once to tell me if everything is, well, english.
Anyway, thanks for reading, you deserve a cookie (I've started a whole collection - which flavour?).
