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Rewind, Eleven/Rose, pg.
Cool dawn air,
seeping in through the
cracks
of the window panes., 214 words.
Rewind.
Cool dawn air,
seeping in through the
cracks
of the window panes.
Bed and breakfast in Montauk.
Sometimes they were too cute
for their own good.
The storm sound of a shower
and he remembers mapping
the places she
touched him
as the water followed the trails.
Rose stirs.
Honey flax hair,
bed head all over her face.
He reaches to sweep it away
his hand freezes.
Air kisses so much of her,
shoulders, stomach,
bitten thighs and curved legs.
Tiny hills, the alert little hairs on her arm tell him she's cold
and he wants nothing more than to warm her with -
His mouth.
Hot and inches above, light years
and lifetimes,
walls between his mouth and her stomach right now.
But he kisses.
And she wakes.
Thick groan of morning caught in her throat
and
a smile.
Sun's not even up, yet, Doctor.
Fingers in his hair, nails brush his scalp,
tangling the time lines,
throbbing his heart,
we've got all day.
Presses into her touch,
and in the fragile morning
she hears a stranger's voice say her name.
Rewind.
Cool dawn air,
seeping in through the
cracks
of the window panes., 214 words.
Rewind.
Cool dawn air,
seeping in through the
cracks
of the window panes.
Bed and breakfast in Montauk.
Sometimes they were too cute
for their own good.
The storm sound of a shower
and he remembers mapping
the places she
touched him
as the water followed the trails.
Rose stirs.
Honey flax hair,
bed head all over her face.
He reaches to sweep it away
his hand freezes.
Air kisses so much of her,
shoulders, stomach,
bitten thighs and curved legs.
Tiny hills, the alert little hairs on her arm tell him she's cold
and he wants nothing more than to warm her with -
His mouth.
Hot and inches above, light years
and lifetimes,
walls between his mouth and her stomach right now.
But he kisses.
And she wakes.
Thick groan of morning caught in her throat
and
a smile.
Sun's not even up, yet, Doctor.
Fingers in his hair, nails brush his scalp,
tangling the time lines,
throbbing his heart,
we've got all day.
Presses into her touch,
and in the fragile morning
she hears a stranger's voice say her name.
Rewind.