Eyes and Faces.

[mya_baby319]

Title: "Eyes and Faces"
Summary: What would you do if they were always watching?
Rating: G



I scratched at his eyes.

I really always felt like I was being watched. I would watch him and they would watch me.

I always walked up, scratching at them to blur their intrusion and turned him when we kissed so they couldn’t see me. So they couldn’t see us.

I never kissed his shoulders. His eyes were always there.

Those troubling eyes that watched me sleep and watched me sit on the couch. Until winter came. I hardly ever saw those eyes in winter. They were always covered, under wraps and in hiding.

But he loves his shoulders kissed. He pulls me from behind and beckons for me to kiss.

I close my eyes and just feel his skin. They can’t see you if you’re not looking.

The skin around them is so smooth. So soft and warm.

At times I can taste them. I swear. I can.

I scratch at his eyes.

He winces and bites his lip and turns his eyes away and hands wander.

They wander over his words and wander over fragile bones until I wince and bite my lip, pulling at the curls that are starting to entwine with mine.

His deep voice resonates in my chest and I surrender.

I wrap around his frame and I’m carried.

My chest is tight and his heart is beating. His breath is heavy and my sighs are soft.

He leans for a kiss on my neck and I see his eyes peeking.

I scratch.

He stops me and kisses my fingers and they curls in his hands. A smile from both parties.

He rolls us to cover his eyes and I see her face. I see his face.

He’s painted with faces.

I scratch.

He looks at me confused. I say nothing.

I scratched at their eyes.