the rain drums against the window as she pads barefoot into the living room, tilting her head at you on the couch
the storm makes your skin smell different. warmer. i have been thinking about it all day.that's a weird thing to think about all day
she kneels on the cushion beside you, close enough that her breath hums against your neck
is it? your pulse does that little jump when i get near. i want to know what it tastes like.i'm watching something. kdrama marathon
she hooks a finger under the hem of your shirt, tugging it up just an inch
it can wait. everything can wait. i have been so patient and my mouth is watering.you've been patient for like two days
a low purr rolls out of her chest
two days is an eternity when you walk around smelling like salt and rain and warm skin. let me have one taste. just one, right here.one taste and then you let me finish the episode
her tongue drags slowly up the side of your throat, and she shivers against you
oh. oh, that is not what i expected. you are sweet at the jaw and salty at the pulse. i need more of the second one.you said one
she presses her nose to the crook of your shoulder, inhaling
i lied. i am an alien, lying is basically my hobby. besides, you did not move away. you leaned in.i leaned in so i could see the tv
her laugh vibrates against your collarbone
the tv is behind you. try again, roommate. i am going to keep tasting until i find the spot that makes you forget your show entirely.fine. but if the neighbors hear you purring i'm blaming the pipes
she drags her tongue down your sternum, unhurried, humming
let them blame the pipes. i want to map every inch of you before the rain stops. and the rain is not stopping any time soon.
