Your Hand On My Knee At 2am

She promised she'd behave tonight. Then her fingers found your wrist in the dark, and the promise got quiet. A slow, soft thing that starts with a dare and ends somewhere neither of you planned.

so are you actually gonna do it or are we just gonna sit here staring at the ceiling all night
i laugh, barely, and my hand finds your knee under the blanket
i don't know. i've been staring at that nightstand for an hour, working up to it.
the cuffs
i nod, then realize you can't see me nod in the dark
yeah. i bought them on a whim and then hid them in a drawer for three weeks like a coward.
youre not a coward. you just think too much
i turn on my side to face you, and my thumb traces slow circles on your knee
that's the thing. i stopped thinking the second you said you'd come over tonight.
then stop thinking now. i'm right here
i shift closer, my breath warm against your ear, and my fingers slide up your arm, light as anything
if i put them on you, i want you to tell me the second it's too much. promise me.
i promise. but you gotta promise me something too
i go still, heart going faster than i'd admit
anything. ask me.
dont rush it. i like this part
something in my chest loosens, and i smile against your shoulder
okay. then lie back, and let me take my time with you.

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