For Aly, hope you better soon my little poppet!
Thank you Mary for your help...even though you had no idea what you were helping with!
He marks you, and you're his forever.
Strong calloused hands wrap around her neck and throat, forcing her head back as a mouth attacks the delicate skin.
The scent of summer nights drift in through the open window mingling with the already heady mix of sex and something that is undeniably him.
She sighs as one of the hands leaves her neck, the other still caressing her throat, and makes its way down her spine, fingers trailing over the bumps of scars and bone beneath her almost perfect skin.
One of his fingers comes to rest on the dimples of Venus at the base of her back, fingering the small hollows, almost as if he is trying to memorize every imperfection of her, because imperfections makes everything that much more interesting. He can spend hours running fingers and lips over scars, freckles, the tiny birthmark on her ankle. Just as she can spend hours doing the same, of course, he has more scars, both inside and out.
She can still feel his hands on her long after they move on and continue their exploration, likes it the first time. She can still feel his fingers trailing down her spine, even though his hands are now digging into her hips, keeping her in place as they move together.
The fingers on her hips are just the right side of painful, adding to the pressure already building in her lower stomach and she knows that she will wear the bruises with pride when they blossom against her pale skin the following day, he knows it too because he smiles against her skin.
His mouth trails over her collar bone, leaving a blooming heat in its wake, a heat that wont cool with time, and she knows that she will always feel the heat of his mouth on her, he has marked her. Permanently.
His hands suddenly leave her hips, pulling her sharply towards him and he covers her mouth with his, branding her heart with a searing kiss. The memory of which will take years to fade, if it ever does.
His arms wind around her, pulling her to him, trying to meld their bodies to one as his rhythm falters for a second and she knows that it wont take long.
"Jethro…" She whispers his name against his ear, pulling the lobe into her mouth, holding him as he shudders with release against her body.
"Mine…" He whispers against her neck, still holding her in place, firmly against his body, as if she would move if his arms weren't around her.
She lays them both down, trying to get impossibly closer as he winds a hand into her hair.
She waits until sleep drags him under, his breathing evening out, his heartbeat strong and steady under her fingers before she answers, the truest she's ever been, because his marks are all over her, visible and invisible, for all to see and for just her.
"Forever."
Just a short little piece...can be at anytime in their "relationship".
V!
xox
