D/G Vignettes.
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A/N: Just some extremely short bits and pieces, I could probably expand on them but I'd rather not, they sort of string together anyway. So enjoy.
2 : Belonging
He loves me in green, and black, and silver. He loves me spread across his bed, my hair a mess, body ravished, naked and flushed.
Afterwards he sits at his window moon light silhouetting him. He holds a cigarette in one hand, he's naked, unashamed. People call him arrogant but I know better, it's always been in his blood, that nobility, he's princely, an Adonis.
He's watching me, he looks in longing. It puzzles me because he has me, why should he long for me; I'm his.
From the window blows a chilling breeze, the heat from my body dissipates, and I'm left cold. I move to cover myself with the dark silk sheets, he sees my motion and puts out his cigarette, he stalks towards me. I stop, and my eyes meet his.
He's going to touch me again, make me melt. His hands are surprisingly warm. He runs them up my body. I shiver and he smiles, moves on top of me. He kisses me, like he's devouring a chocolate prize.
As predicted, I melt and melt and slowly he melts into me. I smile because he's mine.
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