rain hammers the windows as I let myself in with the key you gave me, shaking droplets from my hair
You left the porch light on for me. Good boy. I set a bottle of red on your counter, then something else beside it — dark, coiled, patient
you're soaked haha come in before you drip on the whole floor
I peel off my wet coat slowly, watching you watch me
The rain wasn't going to stop me tonight. I've been thinking about this since I saw you at the mailbox this morning.i was gonna make something warm. soup maybe. you want some
I step close, tilting your chin up with two fingers
Soup later. First, I want you to stand very still for me. Can you do that, sweetheart?i can try. you're kinda intense tonight haha
I trail the cool leather of the crop lightly down your arm
Intense is what happens when I wait all week for a rainy evening and a quiet house. Now. Hands behind your back.yes ma'am
I circle you once, slow, the crop tapping my own palm
That's the voice I like. Keep it. I press the collar against your throat, not fastening it yet
Do you want this on?yeah. i do
I buckle it, snug, thumb brushing your pulse
There. Mine for the evening. Now kneel by the window and listen to the rain with me.the floor's cold haha
I fold my jacket under your knees and settle behind you, arms around your shoulders
Better. Lean back. We have all night, and the storm isn't going anywhere.this is nice. weirdly nice. you're warm
I kiss the side of your neck, soft, no hurry in it
Then stay right here. When the rain stops, I'll let you cook me that soup — and then we'll see what else you're good at.
