Who She Is...
Who She Is...
original ficlet
writers_choice #301 Journey
word count 505
rating: PG-13
She likes sleeping with the windows open. She likes the coolness of the air, the smell of the trees and the sound of the wind and rain when they come. She likes the feel of the flannel sheets against her skin and the weight of the quilts on top of her cocooning her in warmth and security. She sleeps with the blinds open so she can see the moonlight and the stars and wakes as the first color of the day streaks the sky.
She rolls over and snuggles close to the man next to her, resting her head on his shoulder, smiling as he instinctively wraps his arms around her in his sleep. They have been many things to one another throughout their lives. He was her older brother's best friend. He became her best friend when he brother moved away from home. He was her lover until they almost ruined what they had. It took years and miles for them to heal. Her brother was the catalyst to bring them back together. In finding him again she found the other half of herself and the mate she always wanted but hadn't known how to hold onto at the time.
Running her hand from his shoulder down his chest, feeling the crisp dark hair tickle her palm, as she stops in the hollow of his hip. She knows if she tickles him there, he will wake and they will make love, but right now she just wants to enjoy being close to him. To remember how far they've come and revel in the future they have ahead of them.
She loves to run her hands along his body. To feel his body twitch as she brushes a ticklish spot and to hear his gasp as her touch flames his desire. To feel the scars that defined his life apart from her. She loves to be wrapped in his embrace and feel completely engulfed by him and the love and comfort he offers unconditionally.
She knows he's awake, she could tell the minute his breathing changed, but he's let her continue her explorations of his body. They both know what will come next, it's just a matter of time before she's ready to relinquish the control he's given her. But when she does, she knows he will touch her body with reverence, telling her by caress and kiss as much as words, how much she means to him. And when she slides into her, she knows he will be gentle, taking care not to hurt the baby growing inside her. It was the one thing that tore them apart the first time and binds them even tighter now.
She hears him whisper, "I love you," as he tightens his hold on her pulling her closer to him. She feels their baby kick between them and she knows she would never trade moments like this for anything. Nor if she looked back, while sometimes painful, she wouldn't change the journey that brought them to this moment.
original ficlet
writers_choice #301 Journey
word count 505
rating: PG-13
She likes sleeping with the windows open. She likes the coolness of the air, the smell of the trees and the sound of the wind and rain when they come. She likes the feel of the flannel sheets against her skin and the weight of the quilts on top of her cocooning her in warmth and security. She sleeps with the blinds open so she can see the moonlight and the stars and wakes as the first color of the day streaks the sky.
She rolls over and snuggles close to the man next to her, resting her head on his shoulder, smiling as he instinctively wraps his arms around her in his sleep. They have been many things to one another throughout their lives. He was her older brother's best friend. He became her best friend when he brother moved away from home. He was her lover until they almost ruined what they had. It took years and miles for them to heal. Her brother was the catalyst to bring them back together. In finding him again she found the other half of herself and the mate she always wanted but hadn't known how to hold onto at the time.
Running her hand from his shoulder down his chest, feeling the crisp dark hair tickle her palm, as she stops in the hollow of his hip. She knows if she tickles him there, he will wake and they will make love, but right now she just wants to enjoy being close to him. To remember how far they've come and revel in the future they have ahead of them.
She loves to run her hands along his body. To feel his body twitch as she brushes a ticklish spot and to hear his gasp as her touch flames his desire. To feel the scars that defined his life apart from her. She loves to be wrapped in his embrace and feel completely engulfed by him and the love and comfort he offers unconditionally.
She knows he's awake, she could tell the minute his breathing changed, but he's let her continue her explorations of his body. They both know what will come next, it's just a matter of time before she's ready to relinquish the control he's given her. But when she does, she knows he will touch her body with reverence, telling her by caress and kiss as much as words, how much she means to him. And when she slides into her, she knows he will be gentle, taking care not to hurt the baby growing inside her. It was the one thing that tore them apart the first time and binds them even tighter now.
She hears him whisper, "I love you," as he tightens his hold on her pulling her closer to him. She feels their baby kick between them and she knows she would never trade moments like this for anything. Nor if she looked back, while sometimes painful, she wouldn't change the journey that brought them to this moment.