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Somewhere between the leaves hitting the ground and the last frost lifting a chill had claimed the last of the heat. They still passed by and remembered the smoldering coals of day and the raging fire of night. They even crowded around the frozen hearth, limbs acting on memories and not emotions, to recreate what had long since burned out. In the after thoughts they mimicked the afterglow stretched out on pillows an inch too far apart.
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She is flesh and bone and warm to his touch. Tentative fingers trace the top of her collarbone, palm hesitating before pressing over her heart. She watches his eyes follow his hand and then meander up her throat, past her pulse, and from her jaw to her lips and finally her eyes. Eyebrows knitted in study, in remorse and disbelief, he waits for her to say or move in an unpredictable way and prove that she is not a dream.
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Minutes click by where he has lost his mind but she is over thinking. He is rushing blindly over every patch of skin and under each scrap of cloth. She's wet from his lips clamping and sucking inhibitions from her inch by inch until she is bare and mindless clawing at him in turn.
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Freedom came in an exhale and the flip of his stomach into his throat. For moments just prior to the leap, an uncanny calm had pulled the aches and worries from tired muscles and a weary mind. The hours and days of turmoil and indecision, planning and reconsidering ended with his toes dangling in open air for the brief freedom of a fall.