the prolonged contact of their mouths ripples through her body like an ocean tide in a storm, the fingers on her thigh like thunder. her heart heaves, barely riding the waves, ship ready to crash. once it subsides, and the question is posed at her, a genuine smile pops out ( brighter than any color ). “ no, i — ” she leans in for another kiss, hungry for this attention that she’s never known. her hands move to cup yang’s jaw, pull her in closer, deepen the extent to which their breathing intertwines ( amitola can feel sunshine’s heartbeat in her neck beneath her palm ). there are happy tears littering her eyelids, threatening the mood of the moment ( but hadn’t she already ruined that? ).
“ i want this to be all the time. ” so this is what it feels like, to be loved. one hand shifts from jaw down to heart, feeling desperately for the love presented so raw in front of her. the moonlight, the heated kisses, the distance ( or lack thereof ) between their bodies has finally ripped through the doubt clouding her head. “ i ... want you, yang. ”
from. @scattersouls / yang.
