Drabble #15 - A Matter of Time
From these 2 prompts: They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered. - F. Scott Fitzgerald
It was only a matter of time. (requested by @supernovacoffee)
Her first instinct is to moan under his touch. In the same breath her hair is thrown back. It brushes his cheek - soft and smelling of jasmine.
She folds like a house of cards. Aces and spades flutter gently to the bed, having taken the shape of glistening limbs.
If asked that morning, feelings would have been denied as if their lives depended on it.
But now.
They are wrapped in each other and a moment that should not have been. Almost dying breaks down walls faster than any sledgehammer. Almost losing someone you can’t live without makes them wonder why those walls were mortared in the first place.
In the morning she will confess. It was only a matter of time.
