'Bit'
283 words of abstract slashy one-shot. Written with Alex and Olivia (from Olivia's POV) in mind, but you know what? Could be anyone. So, piacere mi amores...
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A look, a touch, a glance a glimpse a sound a sigh, a sight to make your eyes open, open wide and all because of her. Her, here, and now, and all because of one particular thing maybe – or another thing, or another or another thing just things just events in time that led her here to me, or me to her. Regardless of how she is here now. Her body, naked. Her back arched. Her legs... open, open there before me and her eyes begging for me to enter. To reach down and touch and feel and kiss and stroke and worship. I idolise her. She is like – no, she is – a temptation sent down to lie there and... tempt me. I kiss her mouth, I hold her waist, I feel her under my fingers, I feel her skin, her muscles, her bones. They are all there beneath my fingertips, telling me she is real. That she is really there. My lover, my lover, my love. The words melt together in our mouths. Soon I will be unable to distinguish what is hers and what is mine. We shall meet, all of ourselves in all of ourselves, unable to tell whose hand whose leg whose wet tangle of short curly hair whose fingers whose lips whose teeth whose tongue... and does it matter? Really, does any of it matter? Must we define what is hers and what is mine or can we not just roll over, entangle ourselves and continue through the night. The night the day the hours in between. I am yours, she says, and she gives herself entirely to me. I am yours I am yours I am hers.
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