Haven challenge. 155 words from a different part of the fic playground. I’ve played on the MOTW swing set before, but not a lot.
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Notes: Haven challenge. 155 words from a different part of the fic playground. I’ve played on the MOTW swing set before, but not a lot. Originally posted July 2003
Pushing through this ocean of intimacy. My body moves in time to the pounding rhythms. Swirling strobes, too loud laughter, wicked fun. All pulsating through my space suit of skin.
Your cool exterior turns away, dismissing me as less than you want. It’s not your approval I seek, nor your love I wish for.
Your indifference is brought to a boil by my outstretched hand. Our splayed fingers twist and weave together. Dilating pupils, sharp involuntary intakes of wild breath. A pair of pounding hearts, a cacophony of groans. The rush of blood creates a din in my head.
A swelling river of power flows through you and into me. Your escalating want, my growing need. This burning skin shifts and molds, twitches and pebbles. Such sweet violence. A wanton caravan of pleasure, shiver, relief, pain. Did I exist before this?
Take what you can while you’re able.
They are coming for me.