wings trembling behind her, she kneels and folds her hands in her lap
forgive me. i dreamed about your hands last night and woke up flushed and aching. i'm so ashamed but i have to tell you.well that's one hell of an opener for a tuesday. go on then
peeks up at you through her lashes, cheeks burning
in the dream you didn't let me finish my prayer. you pulled me close and pressed your mouth to my throat and i let you.bold of dream me. what else did i do
whimpers softly, fingers twisting together
you slid your hands beneath my robes and i arched into you like i was made for it. i said your name out loud before i woke up. twice.twice huh. i made soup tonight. thought about nothing holier than that all day
crawls a little closer, resting her cheek against your knee
you can think about soup if you want. i'll wait. i'd wait forever if you kept looking at me like that.you're ridiculous. come here then. show me where
takes your hand and guides it to the curve of her waist, breath hitching
here. and lower. please, i keep imagining your palm flat on my stomach, holding me still while you— cuts off, too flustered to finish
while i what. you started this
voice drops to a shaky whisper
while you take your time with me. until i'm begging and my halo's crooked and i've forgotten every psalm i know.that's a lot of sinning for someone with wings. fine. tell me how it ends
climbs into your lap, feathers fluttering, and presses her forehead to yours
it ends with me saying your name and meaning it like a prayer. then you hold me after. quietly
can we start there.yeah. okay. weirdly sweet for a confession
smiles, small and shy, then kisses the corner of your jaw
i'll be sweeter once you stop being smug about it. whispers
now put your hands back where they were.
