Spuffy Drabblesque
Happy New Year in advance to everyone!
Still struggling with chapter 2 of Accessories Included, although it's about 80% done. I'm in terminal withdrawal for a spuffy fix despite some wonderful christmassy fics from my flist mates. So under the blissful misconception that posting something will alleviate my symptoms, I hereby present a tiny portion of chapter 4 for your perusal.
He was pulling away from her. Their bodies were still intimately joined, her thighs straddling his hips, her cheeks cradled against his chest as they came down from the high of lovemaking. That was the only way she could’ve heard the faint susurration of air leaving his lungs like a dying man’s last breath.
The narrow cot didn’t even creak much, so gentle was their coupling. For the first time, she’d felt full, sated both body and soul. She couldn’t help but wonder if that was how he felt, despite the way he’d emptied himself into her just moments ago. He gave and she took. That had been the way things were. But tonight, she wanted to drink him in and reflect it back in the afterglow that she’d refuse to grant him in their incandescent but annihilating affair last year.
They’d never embark on this particular journey together before.
Hello. She wanted to say to him, her fellow traveller.
But his chest beneath her face came to a still after that quiet exhalation. His eyes stared unseeing at her cracked basement ceiling, their shade of blue lost to the darkness and the distance of his impenetrable thoughts.
And she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was saying good bye.
Still struggling with chapter 2 of Accessories Included, although it's about 80% done. I'm in terminal withdrawal for a spuffy fix despite some wonderful christmassy fics from my flist mates. So under the blissful misconception that posting something will alleviate my symptoms, I hereby present a tiny portion of chapter 4 for your perusal.
He was pulling away from her. Their bodies were still intimately joined, her thighs straddling his hips, her cheeks cradled against his chest as they came down from the high of lovemaking. That was the only way she could’ve heard the faint susurration of air leaving his lungs like a dying man’s last breath.
The narrow cot didn’t even creak much, so gentle was their coupling. For the first time, she’d felt full, sated both body and soul. She couldn’t help but wonder if that was how he felt, despite the way he’d emptied himself into her just moments ago. He gave and she took. That had been the way things were. But tonight, she wanted to drink him in and reflect it back in the afterglow that she’d refuse to grant him in their incandescent but annihilating affair last year.
They’d never embark on this particular journey together before.
Hello. She wanted to say to him, her fellow traveller.
But his chest beneath her face came to a still after that quiet exhalation. His eyes stared unseeing at her cracked basement ceiling, their shade of blue lost to the darkness and the distance of his impenetrable thoughts.
And she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was saying good bye.