(Because the logical thing to do when you’ve been unproductive is to write smut instead of doing any work at all.)
I need one of those slow-seduction 4-hour-long make out sessions. With hands in hair and fingers in mouths and the rhythm of heavy breathing. With kisses that escalate and lead to more kisses, hips grinding, harder kisses. Kisses that drift into smiles that drift into gentle kisses on cheeks and eyelids. Where the fuck am I what time is it dear lord have mercy the universe is at it’s knees kind of kisses. I need my heart in my throat and you pressed against me, throbbing, breathless, here.
"I have a tiger on my hands."
"You mean I’m too much for you."
"No. You’re just the way you should be."
This is my very favourite position and I have no idea what it’s called.
Please help tumblr buddies. If it doesn’t have a name we should make one up. Maybe something about fuck bunnies?
It’s not just that he soothes me.
He literally has some kind of bio-chemical control over me. He knows how to calm me, I know he can see it take effect.
He has me conditioned (let’s face it, that’s just an intellectualized thus less blushy word for ‘trained’). My whole body relaxes when he pets my hair and strokes my face. I sigh and breathe in slowly, deeply, it’s involuntary. I know he feels his spell working on me. I can hear his deep voice rumbling in his chest and feel his heartbeat against my cheek as he says, all hushed, “That’s my good girl.”
It’s magic, what happens between us.