He wouldn’t forget her. Not after how she’d looked, spent on the bed like that.
He wouldn’t forget her. Not after how she’d looked, spent on the bed like that. It hadn’t even taken much, just the belt and his words. She’d been a mess before he even got going, falling apart at the seams under just the threat of the scissors. She was done. In the most delicious sense of the word. He wouldn’t forget her because he was so surprised at himself. He should be angry, frustrated, and unsatisfied. He should be berating her, tearing her down even as she squirmed on the floor. Hell, he should be angry. He’d spent time planning the night, and she hadn’t even had the common decency to stay whole past the twenty minute mark. Instead he just felt care, the kind that swells in your chest and forces you into physical contact. A hand down the side of her leg, just to let her know he was there. He should have, by all rights, felt weak at the moment, to have his own resolve fold like that, but he felt good. Like this was where he needed to be. Like those twenty minutes had condensed an entire night’s scene into them, each minute a half hour, a dozen different moments in each second that passed. He almost felt exhausted for her. She crumpled. He picked up the pieces, and held them in a ball, wrapped in his arms. Things didn’t always go to plan. Toys didn’t always come out of the bag. And his suit didn’t always end up in a messy heap on the floor. Sometimes life got in the way, and there was something that was more important to them getting their rocks off. His hand moved from her thigh to her hair, gently stroking it. He didn’t have to ask what it was. Being there was enough. Letting her know that he cared was enough. Them, there, doing this. That was enough. She rolled over, letting him in, her back to the wall now, instead of shutting him out. He smiled, and she managed to force one. “Hey.” He couldn’t help but let a half formed chuckle follow the word, the kind that shatters tension like gravity applied to glass. “Hey.” Her voice was cracked. His arm slipped underneath her, and he pulled her onto his lap. Her head tucked into the crook of his shoulder, and he rested his chin on her forehead. They stayed like that a while. -- source link
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