blueberryabsinth
"This is just the icing on the cake," she whispers in his ear and goes south.
He doesn't say anything; instead he ravels in the feel of her mouth, her skin everywhere around him. She smiles and adds the cream all over his body.
Then, suddenly, his hand comes up and grasps hers and pull her into a kiss.
"You're wrong," he counters, leaving her breathless after a session of her leaving him breathless, "this is the icing of the cake."
When they said 'domestic', she could only think of domestic violence. Not that she suffered from that, oh no, but really, what else should she think of?
But when she looked over at him she could only think of him as her very own domestic pet.
She searches for consolation from someone - anyone - who'd be willing to hear.
She's tried walls, stones, people.... In the end, only her mind could comfort her.
She is looking at him expectantly, trying to send him the right message. The atmosphere is perfect but, just as they lean into each other, his courage disappears into a puff and he moves his head to watch the fireworks.
"Amazing, huh?"
"... Yeah."
Sometimes the little kid goes camping out in the wild.
It's scary and there are owls outside, thousands of zombes destroying the world, but he's never had such fun.
Thousands of colours fly past her frame but she doesn't see them at all. She sees only one thing: the love that was bestowed to her by her mother, now long lost into the morning fog.
It's more colourful than a rainbow.
- Well, excuse me, is there anything that we both like? Seems our lives and likes are millions of light years away, no intersections between them.... And yet, why do you keep coming back to me?
She asked.
He shook his head and smiled.