[for monet] too close too close (how close is close enough?)
continued from here and dated 11/21/2009; title from Taking Back Sunday "Make Damned Sure".m
I wasn't expecting this. Monet. Accosting me at the Tabula Rasa Day party. In public. Not in any way that I mind of course. I just wasn't expecting it.
Not the sex. That's been inevitable since the day we met.
Not the need, either. I know where she is. I've been there. Sometimes you want something to block it all out.
I wasn't expecting this today, like this. I should've been. Romance isn't hearts and flowers. Soft words and low lights. It's mindfulness. Being present.
If this is what she needs today...
Then this is who I am.
As soon as they clear the edges of the party, he shoots a grin along his shoulders. No reason he can't have fun being who she needs. "Come on, gorgeous. Race you. First one there..."
He amps up the smile and drops his voice low. "Is the first one there." When he wins, he has every intention of defaulting and using his victory to give her what he wants her to have.
"Ready. Set." There's an upward arch of his eyebrow but he's not asking. If she wants sex...with him...now...she'll run. "Run." Before she can say a word, he's bolting for the gym, thanking Tim for his obssession with wind sprints."
I wasn't expecting this. Monet. Accosting me at the Tabula Rasa Day party. In public. Not in any way that I mind of course. I just wasn't expecting it.
Not the sex. That's been inevitable since the day we met.
Not the need, either. I know where she is. I've been there. Sometimes you want something to block it all out.
I wasn't expecting this today, like this. I should've been. Romance isn't hearts and flowers. Soft words and low lights. It's mindfulness. Being present.
If this is what she needs today...
Then this is who I am.
As soon as they clear the edges of the party, he shoots a grin along his shoulders. No reason he can't have fun being who she needs. "Come on, gorgeous. Race you. First one there..."
He amps up the smile and drops his voice low. "Is the first one there." When he wins, he has every intention of defaulting and using his victory to give her what he wants her to have.
"Ready. Set." There's an upward arch of his eyebrow but he's not asking. If she wants sex...with him...now...she'll run. "Run." Before she can say a word, he's bolting for the gym, thanking Tim for his obssession with wind sprints."