As for chapter one, here is Worship given Dean's perspective this time. The original drabble is first followed by the new perspective including both Worship and Flip.
The slight, soft breeze blows gently through the shattered glass of the window and his eyes open slowly, languidly seeking the gentle light, his long curling lashes seeming to worship piously at the limpid pools of golden-flecked jade.
He growls softly, turning his body so it is aligned to mine and I reach for him, my hands itching to feel the wanton heat of his skin.
His cheek brushes mine and the stubble on his chin sends prickles of delight firing through my decadently awakened nerves and the slow fire in my belly ignites with flames of pure pleasure.
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I wake slowly to the soft sun-light on my face and it feels good. It feels like safety, a moment of serenity in the madness that screams constantly in my head and I let myself believe that maybe I do actually have a chance of a life beyond all of this?
I open my eyes and see your face and the switch to my heart flips to full-on as fierce, needy desire pulses through me, dragging from my throat a worshipful growl.
Can I really have this? Have you?
Am I worthy of this?
Sweet Jesus, I hope so...
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