Jun 12, 2014
☤ (STAPH ME)
Send me a “☤” For my muses reaction to waking up with your muses head between their legs.
They were mirrors, able to anticipate every move of the other, sometimes unable to differentiate each other. The same person, truly, as they came undone at he same time. All night they left light marks on the other's body -- between soft kisses and gasps and moans until they drowsed together, their bodies sweaty, a tangle of arms and legs.
She had apparently not felt her sister disentangling herself from her, but she did feel her touch and her mouth, waking up slowly and arching her back and moaning and muffling screams into her pillow -- "I love you, I love you, I love you"
