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It is just that Ten2/Rose, PG
It’s the little things, always the little things 157 words
~*~
It’s that bare stretch of neck
erupting
from the bubbles of her bath,
exposed
begging
to be licked
or kissed
or bitten
that gives him pause.
Makes him want to dip into the bath
touch her hair with bubble clumsy fingers.
Her cheek too, maybe
so he can
make her laugh and turn
smiling,
neck rolling against the porcelain edge
until he meets her gold-sequin eyes
(crinkles of mirth in the corners
that he loves.)
It’s that hint of blonde
emerging
from the thick knit of her sweater.
She turns to watch
the rushing passage of cars, wonders
Is it safe to cross?
He holds her hand limply
mesmerised by
her. (Only her only her.)
He would follow her anywhere.
He would trust her to pull him into oncoming traffic
and keep him safe.
It’s the little things, always the little things
that remind him how lucky lucky lucky he is to be able to love her.
It’s the little things, always the little things 157 words
~*~
It’s that bare stretch of neck
erupting
from the bubbles of her bath,
exposed
begging
to be licked
or kissed
or bitten
that gives him pause.
Makes him want to dip into the bath
touch her hair with bubble clumsy fingers.
Her cheek too, maybe
so he can
make her laugh and turn
smiling,
neck rolling against the porcelain edge
until he meets her gold-sequin eyes
(crinkles of mirth in the corners
that he loves.)
It’s that hint of blonde
emerging
from the thick knit of her sweater.
She turns to watch
the rushing passage of cars, wonders
Is it safe to cross?
He holds her hand limply
mesmerised by
her. (Only her only her.)
He would follow her anywhere.
He would trust her to pull him into oncoming traffic
and keep him safe.
It’s the little things, always the little things
that remind him how lucky lucky lucky he is to be able to love her.