| distant_drift ( @ 2009-06-24 12:00:00 |
Drippings et al a la Revenir – cont.
Something ancient she did not recognize rose inside her and lips softened beneath his own.
He smelled so familiar and good, like peppermint and musk. His arms, too the planes of his body called to some long dead part inside and she heated. Black silken strands tickled lightly at her cheeks curtaining the outside world, and though her eyes were open her heart and mind were lost in the past.
She kissed him back.
Something ancient she did not recognize rose inside her and lips softened beneath his own.
He smelled so familiar and good, like peppermint and musk. His arms, too the planes of his body called to some long dead part inside and she heated. Black silken strands tickled lightly at her cheeks curtaining the outside world, and though her eyes were open her heart and mind were lost in the past.
She kissed him back.