#AGH this feels hella disjointed buT OH WELL

[ieirisms]

it's not like this with other people.

she's warm all over, a light sheen of sweat even prickles her cheeks. her hair sticks until she brushes it away with her pinky, the same hand coming to rest on her forehead, eyes slipped shut. she wanted to savor this ... like she always does, clinging to those last waves that wash over her until it becomes a heavy, pleasurable weight on her bones.

his arm reaching over her and settling around her waist brings her back down and she turns to him, tucking her face against his neck. shoko sometimes imagines melting into him completely, their bodies merging and becoming one singular entity. she would live inside of him, peel back the thoughts that took up space in his head, traverse through all the private moments that made up who he was. or, he could live inside of her and she could keep him with her forever, locking him up in her heart so he wouldn't leave. her imaginations should unnerve her, but they're nothing compared to the everything else that surrounds them. even if at times its equal parts dark, its fueled by something more beautiful.

it's too warm now and she needs to breathe, shifting so he's still holding her but not quite as intertwined.

"it's not like this with other people." he says quietly in the little space between them.

there's not a single stir or irk of jealousy in her when he says it. of course, they've been with other people. that's been no secret. but, he's right. she's so solidly assured in it. shoko struggles to put it into words, but that's the closest they would come for now.

"why are you thinking about other people when we're together?" she says it so seriously that she feels him bristle beside her. then, she lets out a low laugh, kissing him. it's slow and sweet, but she needs to stop before she asks for more again. "you're right." she murmurs against his mouth, her thumb brushing over the edges of his cheekbone. "no one comes close."

@eleutheriya !