Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
”And yet you manage to surprise me far too often,” she says, slightly teasing. His surprises always seem to be good ones, some new layer of him she hadn’t quite expected. Like baking scones. Like saying he might actually be ready for something a little more serious.
She lets him shift her, using her legs and arms to hold herself as well, pressing herself closer to his chest as she laughs in return. ”No, because you may not like the answer,” she agrees, giving him a playful smile and nipping at his nose. It was possible she’d pick him...but it was possible she’d pick the scones.
She shivers as he nibbles on her ear, eyes closed against the feel of it. He pulls back at his comment, but he will find only a pleased little smile on her face. ”Are you going to carry me all the way there?” she teases, but it is very clear she is saying yes. It’s different now, when she is not simply a rebound, a drunken mistake. She has no intentions of walking away this time, of missing the opportunity of him. ”As long as your bed isn’t made of rocks, I do not really care. Hell, I might even tolerate rocks.”
She lets him shift her, using her legs and arms to hold herself as well, pressing herself closer to his chest as she laughs in return. ”No, because you may not like the answer,” she agrees, giving him a playful smile and nipping at his nose. It was possible she’d pick him...but it was possible she’d pick the scones.
She shivers as he nibbles on her ear, eyes closed against the feel of it. He pulls back at his comment, but he will find only a pleased little smile on her face. ”Are you going to carry me all the way there?” she teases, but it is very clear she is saying yes. It’s different now, when she is not simply a rebound, a drunken mistake. She has no intentions of walking away this time, of missing the opportunity of him. ”As long as your bed isn’t made of rocks, I do not really care. Hell, I might even tolerate rocks.”
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
