"You think so?" Working his other hand beneath her body, tilting his hips toward her, he drinks in the tinge to her cheeks: being in her bed with her right now is the virtual embodiment of luxury. He's woken up in only two other rooms since he got here and he's always been a creature of habit. Used to what he's used to, he hasn't always sought out something new just for the sake of newness or change.
Still, it's a privilege to wake up to her, a thrill equaled in so many ways by the way she took him by the hand and led him up here last night, undressing him with a fervor he never would have expected from her just a week ago. They may not have made any declarations of intent or commitment or exclusivity, but there's no distracting other of any sort vying for his attention; he's no whore. As far as he's concerned, he's all hers for the taking if that's what she wants.
Right now, he wants her. She's awoken a slumbering animal inside him. If she's a tiger he's a lion; in a swift move he rolls her onto her back and positions himself over her. Propped on his elbows, he keeps a tantalizing inch or two of space between them; smooth sheets of long black hair tickle over her body. That only lasts a minute though; he lowers himself gently, resting the length of his body against hers.
They fit.
Dipping forward, he steals kiss after kiss right out of her mouth; they're right there for the taking and Faye doesn't seem to mind. He knows he doesn't; he could stay here all morning long, nothing but a cascading mane of hair shielding them from the light peeping through the window.
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Date: 2007-08-08 07:19 am (UTC)Still, it's a privilege to wake up to her, a thrill equaled in so many ways by the way she took him by the hand and led him up here last night, undressing him with a fervor he never would have expected from her just a week ago. They may not have made any declarations of intent or commitment or exclusivity, but there's no distracting other of any sort vying for his attention; he's no whore. As far as he's concerned, he's all hers for the taking if that's what she wants.
Right now, he wants her. She's awoken a slumbering animal inside him. If she's a tiger he's a lion; in a swift move he rolls her onto her back and positions himself over her. Propped on his elbows, he keeps a tantalizing inch or two of space between them; smooth sheets of long black hair tickle over her body. That only lasts a minute though; he lowers himself gently, resting the length of his body against hers.
They fit.
Dipping forward, he steals kiss after kiss right out of her mouth; they're right there for the taking and Faye doesn't seem to mind. He knows he doesn't; he could stay here all morning long, nothing but a cascading mane of hair shielding them from the light peeping through the window.