sharing a nap (!)
How long? How long, how long?
by now, it could have only been so long. She’s somehow tucked on in to every crevice and useful bend. A leg threaded over one and through the two of his, arms furled about his chest and folded all together like a prayer– now i lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep– and as for her Lord, her darling Golden God with his fluff and his words; she’s fully prepared for him to go and keep all of her.
how long?
Warm. The sun’s rays on her cheek, Leaf’s chest and the soft of his shirt pressed to the other. Warm. That specific scent, wafting through the air and off of her boy, the only truly recognizable sensation tied into the adventure that had been their day.
Girl gives a stretch, a pull, of all limbs so they go on this way and that. Better, it feels much better when she furls back into a puzzle piece, fitting in all of Leaf’s abandoned areas– but this time, instead of dozing right on off with the sun’s rays aimed at them… well, Evangeline pecks little bits of kisses, along the softest bits of his throat, further; over mountains of collarbones, valleys of skin and sin, until affectionate venture ends with a peck to the very corner of his sleepy smirk.
HOW LONG?
“I’m bored–” she’s awake. How long had they been asleep? How many of these strange people, now gazing at them, had gathered during the interim? How long can she choose, instead, to curl herself into the depths of his side / hips / waist / that convenient bend of his neck…? “We— we have to get out of here,” a plea as much as it is a statement. “Let’s escape, if they don’t catch us first…” by this point, Evangeline’s got poor Leaf’s jaw caught in her hands, twists his pretty face nearer to hers so a nip, a lick, and a whisper could be bestowed upon his ear: “C’mon, love, we’ve got to make a run for it…”
