Story
probably not work safe. I've lost it three times already.
She was smoke and flame in his arms, and she was biting her lips not to beg, because she never begs, but she was with her eyes and her body and her hands, holding him so tight her nails bit into his shoulders. He would have bruises tomorrow, but she didn't much care; they marked him as hers. She had never been possessive of her lovers before, and it scared her, but the though of him with someone else just made her hold on all the more.
And then he was there, and they were together, and the feel of him inside her, his heat stuttering and spreading inside her, made her think of children and forever, and that scared her too. Because they were both promised, heart and soul, to the Kalla, to the battles they fought and the students they taught, for justice and self-determination and survival or maybe just for peace. Peace to live like this.
And he's falling to her side and she's settling beside him on the bed, with the shades drawn and the sun down and the lights out and whose apartment are they in? And his voice comes from the inky air beside her, outlining his latest madcap idea, and she has to focus if she's going to make it work. Because they're both promised, heart and soul, but these night, their nights together, are a promise as well. A promise that someday they will talk about not the future but their future. And she's nestling further in his arms and turning his latest brainchild around, making it perfect, because what were those lines from Frost?
These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I've got promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Note: Not happy. Must work on it later.
She was smoke and flame in his arms, and she was biting her lips not to beg, because she never begs, but she was with her eyes and her body and her hands, holding him so tight her nails bit into his shoulders. He would have bruises tomorrow, but she didn't much care; they marked him as hers. She had never been possessive of her lovers before, and it scared her, but the though of him with someone else just made her hold on all the more.
And then he was there, and they were together, and the feel of him inside her, his heat stuttering and spreading inside her, made her think of children and forever, and that scared her too. Because they were both promised, heart and soul, to the Kalla, to the battles they fought and the students they taught, for justice and self-determination and survival or maybe just for peace. Peace to live like this.
And he's falling to her side and she's settling beside him on the bed, with the shades drawn and the sun down and the lights out and whose apartment are they in? And his voice comes from the inky air beside her, outlining his latest madcap idea, and she has to focus if she's going to make it work. Because they're both promised, heart and soul, but these night, their nights together, are a promise as well. A promise that someday they will talk about not the future but their future. And she's nestling further in his arms and turning his latest brainchild around, making it perfect, because what were those lines from Frost?
These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I've got promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Note: Not happy. Must work on it later.