|- 178 -|
The afterglow of my creative orgasm morphs into a raging, desperate physical need.
Every single thought I can muster is highly inappropriate.
I blame the prickly rush of the fully-conceived idea coming to fruition.
I blame Bella's filthy mind and her delight in tantalizing me with Kama-Sutra-worthy imagery.
I blame that heart-shaped silhouette teasing me from the other side of the tight black pants I can't seem to peel from the outside of my eyeballs.
And if I'm entirely honest, I must admit that her insightful grasp of my design is as heady a rush as any of the others.
-o-
At the risk of swiping the pedestal from under us both, I press, "If you could describe your response in one word?"
It's not that I have the right answer. In fact, several concepts war within me. Equality. Possibility. Flexibility.
Bella hits the nail on the head. "Infinity."
"Explain, please."
"Well, the circle is the classic definition of endless. There's no 'your side, my side'. No corners. No defined boundaries."
"What about the headboard?"
"Perfect for breakfast in bed, buuuut…"
Sly smirk.
"…Great place to anchor your feet while your face is—"
"Knock knock!"
Rose grins broadly.
A/N: If you forgot the reference to Bella's early musings about the headboard, take a look back to LRR 26... XXX ~BOH