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โ ๐น๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ (๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ <3 โ
The air was heavy with rust. A love was oozing out of our pores, tangled between glances, smiles, and a subtle brush of skin every time we walked past each other. His fingers were wrapped in black bandages, strands of his long, straight, dark hair hid his eyes from people, but not from me. I couldnโt help but melt each time his orbs manifested his desire to observe me. His scent was similar to metal rust, with slight notes of a citrusy fruit I do not possess knowledge about. His skin was faintly cinnamon-tinted. Rings embraced his long, slim digits, like his hands were the main attraction. And so they were. Those hands could hold galaxies, stars, planets; the same planets revolving around my wrists. Mercury, Pluto, Mars, Venus, and so on. He had the ability to make my heart sink with the simple and mere action of playing his battery.
He could take my mind and imagination beyond my own understanding. Ancient pointy castles, shimmering silver armor knights, long rusty swords, tongues casting spells, blending the evil and everything that mayhap was still evil but involved enough feelings to be justifiable. His mere presence was sufficient to break my bones and make me fall on my knees before him. The voice of his was substantial, thick, yet sharp, sweet, and melodic to pierce through my flesh, a warm sheet to cover every single bad thing there was in me.
Just like some days, he was there, sitting on his chair, digits fidgeting with his drumsticks. I was looking at myself in the mirror, carefully applying my favourite lipstick. I was not going anywhere; neither would I see someone; I simply liked the way my lips looked. Shiny, humid, raw; the tone was pretty similar to a slice of a raw beef; red, almost like wine red, but not too bright like blood. Just perfect to make my mouth look real and beautiful. A shiver ran down my spine, I could feel his eyes on me, observing every inch of skin, especially where it showed the most; thighs, shoulders and thorax. But his eyes stopped at my lips and hung there for quite longer than I expected. I smudged the tint on my mouth with my index finger, making it look a little messy. Perfect.
I closed the lipstick and looked down at my desk to place it there, grabbed the usual gloss and gave my mouth a dewy-teary finish. My eyes were looking for the gloss, but a warmth invaded my waist suddenly. I looked up, startled, only to see the reflection of him in the mirror. His orbs were darker than usual, like dry wood. He was clingy always, like a little kid longing for comfort. As so, his face immediately searched for my neck, and there it stood for almost a minute while I applied the gloss on my lips.
After, he lifted his face, placed his chin on my shoulder, and looked into my eyes with a hint of an unknown mystery, like there was something hidden behind his eyes that I couldnโt read or guess.
-What are you thinking about, babyโฆ?
I softly asked, giving him a warm smile and tangling my fingers with his hair and scratching carefully. He smiled back and responded:
-You. I think about you.
I turned my face to his and planted a humid and warm kiss on his cheek. He closed his eyes, taking in the feeling, the love I tried to pour on him. After a few seconds, I separated my lips from his skin, letting out a morbid smooch sound. His eyes locked on mine, fierce, sharp, still full of something I could not acknowledge.
-I love you, more than you could ever understandโฆ
His voice whispered, then his fingers grabbed my face and pulled it closer to his. He closed the distance between us in a kiss. It was slow, but the heat radiating from his body was a sign of desire. Typical of him. The wet sounds coming from the contact between our lips made me feel dizzy. His hand drew a burning, thin trace from my belly to my chest. His hand, quite big, cupped one of my breasts, which made me gasp in his mouth. I could hear a soft chuckle coming from his throat and I smiled in the kiss. That led him to slightly squeeze my breast, and it provoked a moan to escape my lips, sliding down his throat. I quickly separated from him and, with widened eyes, I covered my mouth. He removed my hand from my mouth, and with the most needy, clingy, seducing, thick and gentle voice he could use, from his lipstick-stained lips escaped:
-Donโt do that, I liked that soundโฆ
His words made me blush. Without warning, his lips crashed into mine again, but this time, there was more boldness and need. His other hand now cupped the other breast, and he softly massaged both. Sometimes playing with my nipples over the skin, like pinching them softly. It hurt slightly, since I was on my period, but I wonโt lie, it felt a bit relieving.
He sensed my tension and immediately softened his touch, letting his hands rest gently on my sides instead. His eyes searched mine, as if silently asking permission to stay close, to linger in this fragile, unspoken moment between us. I could feel the heat from his body seeping into mine, filling the spaces where words failed.
-You make it impossible to think straight
I whispered, my voice trembling just slightly.
He chuckled softly, that low, warm sound that always seemed to settle me.
-And you make it impossible not to.
He pulled me closer, letting his forehead rest against mine. The weight of his gaze pressed into me, intense but tender, as if he was memorizing every inch of me, not just my skin, but the spaces in between, the pauses, the small shivers. I rested my hands on his shoulders, feeling the steady pull of him, the slow rise and fall of his chest against mine, and for a moment, the world was nothing but our breaths, our heartbeats, the electric warmth connecting us.
I leaned slightly into him, my lips brushing the side of his jaw in a feather-light kiss, a gesture that spoke of trust, of longing, of โstay with me here.โ His hand found mine, intertwining our fingers, and I felt a shiver that had nothing to do with cold, everything to do with him.
-You feelโฆ like home
I murmured, almost inaudibly.
-He smiled against my hair, and it was the kind of smile that made my knees weak. -Then stay here. Donโt go anywhere.
We lingered like that, pressed together, aware of every heartbeat, every sigh, every brush of skin. Desire simmered beneath the surface, not urgent or frantic, just quietly, tension-filled, stretching out the seconds until they felt infinite. And somehow, that closeness, the warmth, the scent, the gaze, was more intoxicating than anything I could have imagined.