I tchh at him. Not his decision, and how could I not love him anyway? I mean, really, he is wonderful, and he is my Ankh.
That's all there is to it.
I slip in behind him again. I'll pull away if he makes it plain that he wants me to, but what I want is to hold him. For his sake, and mine.
I worm an arm under his head, smiling at the feel of his hair, so soft, so like feathers, sometimes. I wrap my other arm over his stomach, and fit myself closely to him, along his back. My heart beats against his spine.
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Date: 2012-11-03 10:17 pm (UTC)That's all there is to it.
I slip in behind him again. I'll pull away if he makes it plain that he wants me to, but what I want is to hold him. For his sake, and mine.
I worm an arm under his head, smiling at the feel of his hair, so soft, so like feathers, sometimes. I wrap my other arm over his stomach, and fit myself closely to him, along his back. My heart beats against his spine.
This is where I belong.
Where he belongs, too. I hope.