i’d absolutely love it if i had a girl to lay with right about now with my bedroom window slid up, the small whispers of a night chill making my goosebumps rise a little but that’s ok because she’s keeping me warm and it feels nice to invite something so calm after a stressful day.
it’d be quiet other than the sound of crickets mingling outside, the small kick of the a/c coming on, and the steady thumps of her heartbeat that pick up their pace whenever she breathes in. she’s silent, knowing i’m pretty overstimulated from the day, but she knows i’d listen if she chose to mutter a few rants about her day if she wanted to. i probably wouldn’t respond, but i’d listen, giving small hums and tapping different combinations with my fingertips against her skin in response - our mini constructed language for communicating when one of us doesn’t feel like talking but still wants to connect.
i’d run my hand along her beautiful figure and slip it under her shirt so i can feel closer to her, my fingers running from the small and curly hairs of her happy trail that escape into her pants, to her belly button that pokes out slightly more than mine, the hard yet expandable ribcage that pushes her breasts up towards my hand when i reach them. i’d softly massage her soft and malleable nipples. my touch wouldn’t be sexual, but appreciative of the patient soul laying beside me.