Title: Greed.
Summary: You slide his shirt off of his chest and drop it on the floor, carelessly. Spencer\Toby. Drabble.
Authors Note: Another drabble, it's early in the morning may I remind you and I'm tired but can't sleep and so these words flowed out from the tips of my fingers and onto your screen, tada! Reviews are appreciated.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Your lips are greedy for his, it's been to long, you crave his touch, you crave his smell, his skin. you ( want, want, want ) and you ( take, take, take ). You unbutton each button, popping them each out of their holes, you slide his shirt off of his chest and drop it on the floor, carelessly. Your lips are on his once again, your hands on the nape of his neck, your fingers intertwining themselves with the loose hairs on the back of his neck. His hands on your waist and you lose all sense of self control, of reasoning. Your finger reaches out and grazes his cheek softly, lightly, lovingly, you thought he was dead. His lips are on yours again and you push him backwards onto the bed.
His lips are everywhere and your thoughts are hazy and you feel dizzy like you might faint. Your visions blurry and you think he's saying something but you can't hear him, just his voice, soft, sweet, it's like listening to your favorite song on repeat. You nod your head but you're too far gone, over the edge. You search for his lips in the darkness, frown when you can't find them straight away, grin when they lightly peck your own. Your far too greedy, you can't have everything you want.
You stay still, silent, quiet. You throw your legs off of the edge of the bed and his arm grabs your waist bringing you back to bed, he's scared ( that you'll leave ) but you won't, you dip into his shirt and pad quietly into the bathroom, your feet making soft steps against the ground. Pitter, patter, against the ground. Your eyes stare back into themselves in the mirror, you shut your eyes softly and let a smile grace your lips.
Your far too greedy because you feel empty and cold without his skin on yours, without his lips on yours, your fingers trace your lips, plump, swollen. Your fingers trace down your arms, goosebumps everywhere. You want him, you need him, your not wired to survive without his love, without his touch.
