[mse] 6.2.2 - tim mcgraw lyrics
She's the sunset's shadow
She's like Rembrandt's light
She's the history that's made at night
She's my lost companion
She's my dreamin' tree
Together in this brief eternity
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NOTE: Selene is dealing_death and is used with minimal permission, but liberal amounts of love.
His back was killing him when morning came, and he knew immediately it had to do with the elbow rammed into the back of his neck.
He opened his eyes, but didn’t move as he stared at the cat curled up on the pillow, where he had his face buried. As usual, he was asleep on his stomach with his face buried, and as was becoming her custom when she did sleep, Selene was draped over his body and dead to the world.
With her cheek pressed to his shoulder blade and her elbow in his neck.
Without making a sound as his muscles protested, Tommy managed to turn his head in the other direction, peeking out of the pillow to catch a glimpse of her through the curtain of his hair. All he could see was the pale slope of shoulder and neck and a blurred view of the shadowy slope of her breasts…
Suppressing a laugh as he nearly went cross-eyed staring, he did his best to slide out from beneath her without disturbing her sleep. When she was settled beneath the sheets again and he was able to stretch out on his back, he had to bite his lip to keep from grunting as the combination of an odd sleeping position and a night of activities that made him blush just to think of it caused his body to protest in a tidal wave of hot, deep-rooted soreness in every muscle he could imagine having.
He distracted himself by turning his head again to look his fill at the dark goddess in his bed. The offending elbow was now tucked beneath her head, her other hand curled against her cheek like a sleeping child. In rest, her features were smooth and peaceful, brightening them with a life he rarely saw save in the unguarded smiles only he ever got to see. Her limbs were soft, her body open and bare beyond her nudity.
In terms of his world, she was a blank canvas waiting to be painted, a soul waiting to be shaped. In terms of hers, she was a sitting duck…he could kill her without any trouble if he wanted, but the very idea of it made him ill.
He indulged the fantasy for just a moment before he finally reached out with one hand to caress her cheek with the backs of his fingers.
“You’re awake, ain’t ya?”
“Only a little.” she murmured without opening her eyes, slack lips curling into a playful smile. “How did you know?”
“When I moved you and ya barely stirred. I’m good, but I ain’t that good.”
Her laughter was low, husky with sleep as she shifted over to stretch out across his chest. “No, you’re not. You’re hurting, are you all right?”
“Slept wrong, my neck’s just sore.”
“God, I’m sorry…roll over, I’ll rub it for you.”
“Babe, you don’t gotta-”
He was silenced by a finger poking his shoulder as she clucked her tongue and motioned for obedience. With a sigh, he smiled and obeyed, rolling on his stomach once again as strong, graceful hands found his neck and shoulders, kneading the soreness from his deliciously abused body.
All in all, it wasn’t a bad way to wake up.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 546
She's like Rembrandt's light
She's the history that's made at night
She's my lost companion
She's my dreamin' tree
Together in this brief eternity
============
NOTE: Selene is dealing_death and is used with minimal permission, but liberal amounts of love.
His back was killing him when morning came, and he knew immediately it had to do with the elbow rammed into the back of his neck.
He opened his eyes, but didn’t move as he stared at the cat curled up on the pillow, where he had his face buried. As usual, he was asleep on his stomach with his face buried, and as was becoming her custom when she did sleep, Selene was draped over his body and dead to the world.
With her cheek pressed to his shoulder blade and her elbow in his neck.
Without making a sound as his muscles protested, Tommy managed to turn his head in the other direction, peeking out of the pillow to catch a glimpse of her through the curtain of his hair. All he could see was the pale slope of shoulder and neck and a blurred view of the shadowy slope of her breasts…
Suppressing a laugh as he nearly went cross-eyed staring, he did his best to slide out from beneath her without disturbing her sleep. When she was settled beneath the sheets again and he was able to stretch out on his back, he had to bite his lip to keep from grunting as the combination of an odd sleeping position and a night of activities that made him blush just to think of it caused his body to protest in a tidal wave of hot, deep-rooted soreness in every muscle he could imagine having.
He distracted himself by turning his head again to look his fill at the dark goddess in his bed. The offending elbow was now tucked beneath her head, her other hand curled against her cheek like a sleeping child. In rest, her features were smooth and peaceful, brightening them with a life he rarely saw save in the unguarded smiles only he ever got to see. Her limbs were soft, her body open and bare beyond her nudity.
In terms of his world, she was a blank canvas waiting to be painted, a soul waiting to be shaped. In terms of hers, she was a sitting duck…he could kill her without any trouble if he wanted, but the very idea of it made him ill.
He indulged the fantasy for just a moment before he finally reached out with one hand to caress her cheek with the backs of his fingers.
“You’re awake, ain’t ya?”
“Only a little.” she murmured without opening her eyes, slack lips curling into a playful smile. “How did you know?”
“When I moved you and ya barely stirred. I’m good, but I ain’t that good.”
Her laughter was low, husky with sleep as she shifted over to stretch out across his chest. “No, you’re not. You’re hurting, are you all right?”
“Slept wrong, my neck’s just sore.”
“God, I’m sorry…roll over, I’ll rub it for you.”
“Babe, you don’t gotta-”
He was silenced by a finger poking his shoulder as she clucked her tongue and motioned for obedience. With a sigh, he smiled and obeyed, rolling on his stomach once again as strong, graceful hands found his neck and shoulders, kneading the soreness from his deliciously abused body.
All in all, it wasn’t a bad way to wake up.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 546