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Desperation
Inhale.
Sometimes I'm afraid to wake up.
The scent of him is still in the air, hanging like a noose. It burns and yet it's a fiery relief, a remembrance of the night before and the utter ecstasy of it all.
I roll over, away from Seth's warm body and into the space that was once his, claimed with hips and groans and grasping hands. The cold sheets are still ruffled from his form, still cold because of him and his icy skin.
The fabric burns, the loss of him even more, and as Seth grabs me, climbing closer against my backside I release his scent, lost in the desperation of the moment.
Exhale.
Author's Note: This came from a prompt on LJ, again. I'm lovin' those a lot, they keep my brain tinkering. Just a little drabble to get me through the day. Reviews are love. -Delta
