#haruspeaks

Oh boy... you guys are just trying to get me into trouble, aren’t ya?

It has recently come to my attention that Hiei lets Botan give him facials. It’s not all that embarrassing, until you consider the fact that he actually allows her to pin his bangs back with the cutest little hair clips and/or headbands and use the pink cream that leaves him smelling like flowers. I may or may not have photographic evidence. Heh.

Sure, I can pull a second or third orgasm out of myself. That’s just mechanics. But when we reach the tenth , when I’m sweating, writhing, sobbing, pleading “please, I can’t take it anymore, please stop” over and over again, that’s where the true beauty begins.

Because they know. They know that despite the tears, the begging, I’m still inside the experience. I’m still choosing it. I’m still enjoying it in my own way. And I know, without a doubt, that if I ever need to safeword, I’ll be in their arms in less than a second. No hesitation. No questions. Just safety and confort.

And that level of trust is rare.

you kiss without thinking and your hands find each other and you’re still half asleep and it doesn’t matter because it’s all instinct and skin and breath and you’re both sighing and shifting and pulling clothes out of the way

and it’s quiet except for the little moans and the sound of the covers moving and the way your bodies just know what to do and it’s not rushed, it’s just warm and perfect

I can feel it. The weight of its gaze pressing between my shoulder blades, the way the air shifts when it moves. The forest feels too quiet now; even the wind has gone still, like it knows what’s coming. My breath is ragged, my legs scraped raw from running, branches tearing at my skin. Every breath I take feels stolen. Every step forward feels like a mistake. I’m bleeding. Not much. Just enough to leave a trail. Just enough to make me easier to find.

It likes that.

I hear it move, slowly, deliberate. Not chasing. Stalking. It wants me afraid. Wants me aware. It knows I’ll tire.

I stumble. My knees hit the ground. I don’t dare look back. My heart is pounding so loud I’m sure it can hear it.

And then it’s there. Not touching me, not speaking. Just presence. Heavy. Wrong. The kind of wrong that makes your bones ache. I feel it circling, breath hot against my neck. My skin prickles. My body freezes.