.one and only
starter for @mrbang007 !
date: dec. 8th
laying back, astrid stares up at the ceiling for a moment, breath coming in short pants as her body tingles, coming down from the high. she feels hot in the most delicious way, her body covered in hickeys. the worlds spinning, a fuzz of pleasure and happiness that curls around her in a soothing cloud. every time with dom ends with astrid feeling loved, as though this is how they’re meant to be. she feels as though they were made for each other, especially in these moments, just after they make love (she’s adamant that that’s what it is, even if she won’t say that to dom), when she feels like everything in the world is simply perfect.
turning onto her side she cuddles into him, nuzzling her nose into the side of his neck and nipping at the soft, warm skin gently. his smell’s comforting; it’s why she’s stolen so many of his shirts to sleep in. they’re not just comfortable, they also hold his scent–something astrid wishes she could stay enveloped in forever.
it’s hard not to tell dom, in these moments after they sleep together, that she loves him. has loved him now for over seven years. her heart aches, though right now it’s not entirely unpleasant. it’s an ache for this to mean something. the way they make love... it’s passionate, in a way that astrid finds it hard to write off as anything other than an expression of the deepest love possible. it’s just has to mean something.
“you’re way too good at that...” she mumbles against his skin, throwing her leg over his hips to press herself flush against his side.