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February 5 2010, 02:51:53 UTC
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“Altair,” Malik grumbles from beside you with a sleep-softened sound, “go back to sleep.”
You can’t. You’ve tried and you simply cannot. Already you’ve been staring at the ceiling for the better part of an hour, simply drifting through thoughts, leeching heat off the sleeping man to your right. It’s just like this sometimes, when you wake up from a dream you can’t remember or a sound you no longer hear, and Malik has come to accept that for the most part, laying with you some nights when you cannot find sleep.
“You think loudly, my friend,” he continues and you watch one of his eyes crack open to a slit in the moonlight. “What is on your mind?”
Nothing. Everything. “You.”
Malik pushes himself up on his single hand and looks at you. You know he’s trying to gauge whether or not you are serious. You let his eyes roam over your face and stare back. He will come to the right conclusion. Malik is bright like that.
He does and his lips brush against your face gently. It is a balm you long for more each day. Never before have you needed someone; not your parents, not your master. You need this man. Never will it pass your lips but, refreshingly, it does not have to. You believe actions have always spoken louder than words and, from the way he is kissing you so sweetly, you know he understands. Your brilliant Malik.
Capturing his lips wipes your mind of the reasons you could not sleep, of what you were thinking of, of everything except the wetness and his nimble tongue and the slight burn of his stubble. Even that is only one more think you like about him, treasure; it reminds you this is no one other than him above you, not that you would ever allow anyone else the same liberties.
Certainly not. When you arch into his hand and moan foolishly in a way that makes your face burn in shame, you find yourself being reassured by his words. I love you, you are beautiful. You cannot hold back, cannot hide from this man, and after all that has happened, you do not wish to. If it means he will stay with you, stay by your side through the pain and betrayal, you would gladly break yourself apart for him, if only before his eyes.
“Malik,” you gasp, body shuddering. Waves of pleasure wash over you and drag you down beneath them. Only when Malik withdraws his hand from your body, whiteness clinging to his fingers that he wipes on the sheets, and kisses you softly, tongue questing past your lips, do you realize how tired you are.
“Altair,” Malik said with a smile and a press of lips to your forehead, “go back to sleep.”
“Altair,” Malik grumbles from beside you with a sleep-softened sound, “go back to sleep.”
You can’t. You’ve tried and you simply cannot. Already you’ve been staring at the ceiling for the better part of an hour, simply drifting through thoughts, leeching heat off the sleeping man to your right. It’s just like this sometimes, when you wake up from a dream you can’t remember or a sound you no longer hear, and Malik has come to accept that for the most part, laying with you some nights when you cannot find sleep.
“You think loudly, my friend,” he continues and you watch one of his eyes crack open to a slit in the moonlight. “What is on your mind?”
Nothing. Everything. “You.”
Malik pushes himself up on his single hand and looks at you. You know he’s trying to gauge whether or not you are serious. You let his eyes roam over your face and stare back. He will come to the right conclusion. Malik is bright like that.
He does and his lips brush against your face gently. It is a balm you long for more each day. Never before have you needed someone; not your parents, not your master. You need this man. Never will it pass your lips but, refreshingly, it does not have to. You believe actions have always spoken louder than words and, from the way he is kissing you so sweetly, you know he understands. Your brilliant Malik.
Capturing his lips wipes your mind of the reasons you could not sleep, of what you were thinking of, of everything except the wetness and his nimble tongue and the slight burn of his stubble. Even that is only one more think you like about him, treasure; it reminds you this is no one other than him above you, not that you would ever allow anyone else the same liberties.
Certainly not. When you arch into his hand and moan foolishly in a way that makes your face burn in shame, you find yourself being reassured by his words. I love you, you are beautiful. You cannot hold back, cannot hide from this man, and after all that has happened, you do not wish to. If it means he will stay with you, stay by your side through the pain and betrayal, you would gladly break yourself apart for him, if only before his eyes.
“Malik,” you gasp, body shuddering. Waves of pleasure wash over you and drag you down beneath them. Only when Malik withdraws his hand from your body, whiteness clinging to his fingers that he wipes on the sheets, and kisses you softly, tongue questing past your lips, do you realize how tired you are.
“Altair,” Malik said with a smile and a press of lips to your forehead, “go back to sleep.”
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