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i never wanna see u in this neighbourhood again

acts of affection – for christian!

                                                                THE DAY HAD BEEN LONG & he had wanted nothing more than to come home & crawl into bed, perhaps throw back a taste of the scotch hiding in the corner cupboard, & never venture outside of his humble abode again. He feels the familiar claws of despair scratching him as they climb up his body & twist around his throat -- black, feathered, the claws of carrion birds that have waited so long for him to finally give up ...

     His feet fall heavily upon the stairs & the wood creaks under his weight. He catches himself wondering if it might be better if the next stair he lent his full weight split in two - then he’d fall through & be swallowed into the inky blackness of whatever lay below.   Probably become some sort of troll,   he thinks,   or some sort of troubled spirit unable to find rest.

     But that does not happen, & he finds himself at the door, fumbling with the key, finally turning it within the lock, & pushing his way through. He steps wearily over to the bed, only nodding a hello to Evelyn before collapsing face-first on the sheets of their bed, hands thrown above him & legs splayed - he can hear her ask what’s wrong from across the room, & he groans in reply. 

     If he were more clearsighted, he would appreciate the fact that these moods of his hadn’t driven her away. Darkness lurks in the corners of artistic minds, waiting for the perfect moment to leap forward & strangle another victim.

     But, as it is, he buries his head into the fabric that smells of him & her & sighs. There’s a rumble beneath him as she sits down beside him, & it’s only a second before he feels her fingers pushing into his back, massaging his tired muscles. There’s a hum that exits him like a breath, involuntary & deep, & he manages to twist his neck so that his cheek is lying on the bed & he is staring up at her. 

acts of affection ( accepting ) – for christian!

                                                                  HE LOOKS AT HER  in wonder - his eyes widen as she moves over him suddenly & secures herself a place in his lap. He barely has time to admire her   ( though his eyes flicker to her lines, her form, her contours & shadows & edges, he drinks her in & wishes that there was not any space between them )   before she grabs his face & pulls it up to meet hers. 

     Their lips meet & it is all things at once. It is the sound of fireworks, it is the shaking of an earthquake, it is the deepest warmth imaginable, & he does not need to come up for air because it is breath itself that passes between them. He closes his eyes & lets his hands do what they will ---- they end up at her back, pulling her towards him urgently & insistently. 

     There is a mix of tenderness & need which drives him, a craving for intimacy & a desire for her - she might have initiated this, but he does everything in his power to keep it going, in perpetuity.