I thought I was a fool for no one...

Saturday night.

Entwined, ankles locked, hips lifting to meet him. Only him.

"Who is the only one allowed to make love to you, V?" he asks me, words getting tangled in my hair.

"You, only you," my lips press feverishly against his skin, forming the words, the shapes of sound carried to his ears.

We, shift, roll, buck and heave as a quiet unit, soft moans in soft surroundings.

I lower myself onto him, our palms meeting halfway between us in space, the insides of my legs pressed to the outside of his chest and hips.

I toss my head slightly, flicking dark hair out of my vision as I look down at us, at our hands joined, and his green-yellow starburst eyes.

"Are we going to spend the rest of our lives together, V?" he lets the words float up to me and my eyes close halfway while our hips roll together.

"You know how I feel."

As he draws me down into the heat of his chest, his words push up against me:

"Don't ever disappoint me again."



And then I'm home.