✈.001 this is a world of make believe; drabble
this is the world of make believe
amber/jessica; r
amber moaned as soft lips flitted across her collarbone. her body shivered as her mind exploded into magnificent color, moaning against jessica's featherlight hair.
she fell against the headboard and dropped into the abyss of sleep as her fingers brushing that ghostly soft hair.
she woke up the next morning and made her bed as usual, then took a shower. when she got out, she surveyed herself in the mirror, perplexed at the sudden explosion of red across her throat. she never remembered; but it happened every night. sometimes she'd think she would remember ghostly eyes and cold hands slipping down her thighs, but then it'd be gone in the morning.
but oh man, she thinks, every night, as ghostly hands press up her thighs and frantic kisses are exchanged. she wants to wake up with this girl for the rest of her life. the candles on the bedside table flicker a shadow upon the wall, silhouetting their embrace. her eyes are magnified to it as she returns jessica's cold kisses, fingers twisted in long blonde hair. it's strange how its only her shadow, she thinks. jessica's hand touches her face and amber returns her kiss, wondering how her beautiful brown eyes could be fading away.
its when her fingers are curled around nothing but air that she realizes; jessica was never here. her head hits the back of her pillow and she falls unconscious, dripping with a cold sweat.
amber/jessica; r
amber moaned as soft lips flitted across her collarbone. her body shivered as her mind exploded into magnificent color, moaning against jessica's featherlight hair.
she fell against the headboard and dropped into the abyss of sleep as her fingers brushing that ghostly soft hair.
she woke up the next morning and made her bed as usual, then took a shower. when she got out, she surveyed herself in the mirror, perplexed at the sudden explosion of red across her throat. she never remembered; but it happened every night. sometimes she'd think she would remember ghostly eyes and cold hands slipping down her thighs, but then it'd be gone in the morning.
but oh man, she thinks, every night, as ghostly hands press up her thighs and frantic kisses are exchanged. she wants to wake up with this girl for the rest of her life. the candles on the bedside table flicker a shadow upon the wall, silhouetting their embrace. her eyes are magnified to it as she returns jessica's cold kisses, fingers twisted in long blonde hair. it's strange how its only her shadow, she thinks. jessica's hand touches her face and amber returns her kiss, wondering how her beautiful brown eyes could be fading away.
its when her fingers are curled around nothing but air that she realizes; jessica was never here. her head hits the back of her pillow and she falls unconscious, dripping with a cold sweat.