Two peas in a pod in this instance, because the last thing you expected for this LongNight was to be fucking outside like a horny teen. And yet as you lay panting on the cool ground with her body draped over you like something out of a fucking fairytale you find yourself blissfully, wonderfully content.
She leans forward and you reach up to run your fingers in lazy circles over the small of her back. "Mmm," you agree lazily at her assessment of what happened. "Fuck." Eloquent, but it truly says everything you feel: fuck that was good, fuck you needed it, fuck you would gladly do it again.
Chuckling low and breathlessly, you open your almond eyes. "So... does this make up for the drink, or do I still owe ya?" Honestly, you would be perfectly happy if she said you did. It's a debt you're willing to pay off for a damn long time, if this is how she'll accept payment.
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
