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Apr 11, 2005 12:35

Guess what! I made this up. And this goes out to anyone who wants it...

He is working.

You are still sore and for some reason he has decided to keep you close today. You shared his breakfast; he fed you by hand as you knelt by his side. He took you into the shower, being very careful of the still fresh welts on your back.

He dressed and let you crawl into his study, a place you are never normally permitted to enter, save on the odd occasion when he makes a special dispensation.

But today is different. The room is Him. It resonates with his personality, with the essence of the man. He is working. Cigarette dangling from his lips, frowning very slightly as he thinks about what he wants to say. From time to time he looks down at you and his smile transforms his face like a brief burst of sunshine can transform the dullest day before hiding behind a cloud once more.

You kneel, oh so patiently. Right now it is enough to just be with him. You know he will turn his attentions to you as soon as he is finished. It's going to be good, you know it is.

Your skin is burning for his touch. Your senses are so attuned to him that every breath he takes echoes through your body.

Patiently you wait.
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