Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, nor any character therein.
Between Hands
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Her hands.
They're soft; unlike anything I have ever felt before.
Something inside me wakes.
I want to touch her.
But my hands are heavy; like I'm made of stone.
She lingers around me, the heat of her skin warming my cold limbs.
Pieces of her press against me. Lips, fingers, breasts.
I'm breathing heavily, as if unused to the air around us. Everything aches.
I hate you.
I can see glimmers of moisture on her lips.
The blood rushes from my head.
I can't restrain the groan that pours from my throat.
Leave me alone.
But she breathes against me. Her bare skin strokes me. I can't assemble the reason why I want her to stop.
I want something for the pain.
It would help if I could kiss her.
Her mouth becomes my focus. I'm unsure, and terrified of it.
Her hands hold me together.
Wake up. Demando-sama, wake up...
A/N: This was kinda more poetry -like I think. But it's just a prologue so hopefully it'll make more sense later. ^^;;; Thanks for reading! To be continued ...^_^