Early Morning...
(just a general warning-my next few posts are essentially erotica)
Light sifts through the window, still pale with early morning. It dances across your form, highlighting angles and shadows, hollows that make my mouth dry. It glances across your face, causing you to squint and curl tighter, clutch me closer. If my cheeks hadn’t already been rosy with memories of the night before, your unconscious guesture surely added to them. I try, gently, to disentangle and check the time. It has to be time to get up, but if I can spare you the alarm, I will.
Not gently enough. You moan, eyelids fluttering as you shift feebly, fighting awareness. Reaching over, I brush your hair as those brilliant eyes open, bright with sleep and happiness.
‘good morning, my prince’ as I resist the urge to wake you more wildly. There’s more time for that. There will always be time.
‘good morning, my queen’ rasps out in a tone that drives me closer to wildness. You smile, eyes closing, and your hands find mine. You pull me back down, entangle me deeper. I sigh, happily breathing your scent, and give up. I can be late to class. For this, I could be late to anything.
Light sifts through the window, still pale with early morning. It dances across your form, highlighting angles and shadows, hollows that make my mouth dry. It glances across your face, causing you to squint and curl tighter, clutch me closer. If my cheeks hadn’t already been rosy with memories of the night before, your unconscious guesture surely added to them. I try, gently, to disentangle and check the time. It has to be time to get up, but if I can spare you the alarm, I will.
Not gently enough. You moan, eyelids fluttering as you shift feebly, fighting awareness. Reaching over, I brush your hair as those brilliant eyes open, bright with sleep and happiness.
‘good morning, my prince’ as I resist the urge to wake you more wildly. There’s more time for that. There will always be time.
‘good morning, my queen’ rasps out in a tone that drives me closer to wildness. You smile, eyes closing, and your hands find mine. You pull me back down, entangle me deeper. I sigh, happily breathing your scent, and give up. I can be late to class. For this, I could be late to anything.