#bononnnnn

[chimivx]

“…back and forth, from new york, sneakin’ in your bed…”

Warm breath fanned over your neck, a soft sigh tumbling from his lips between the sounds of the traffic thirteen stories down on the street. One arm beneath your head, his hand tangled in your hair, the other was slung around your waist, keeping you tucked in close to him, curving together in a perfect harmony. A gentle breeze poured in through the window only open a few inches, as far as it’d go, letting in the first glimpses of daylight, warming your bare bodies with the heavy summer air.

Mere hours ago you were nothing but a mess of tangled limbs and panting breaths, neither one of you getting close enough to satisfy the hunger that ravished in you whenever the other was near. Fingertips pressed hard enough to leave bruises, teeth left indents in the soft skin on either of your bodies. A centimeter of space was all that was allowed between you, and no hand was allowed to drop. In the dimly lit quiet, serenaded by the sirens and horns of the city that never sleeps, you took your time. Savoring every slow burning, sweaty, blurry second.

He’d be leaving you in a few hours. He was to get on a plane, another one that would take him far from you, physically. Never emotionally. With how he moved closer to you, though it seemed near impossible, and nuzzled his nose into your hair, you knew he was yours. Every curve of his body, now littered with traces of you, was yours. The curls that popped up along his hairline the second the heat between you turned up too high, the ones you toyed with now, wrapping your pinkie finger within the ringlet, they were yours.

His heart shaped smile, the one he hit you with the moment he saw you, it wouldn’t fade, not until you slipped his shirt over his head. That was yours too.

Though most days it was hard, the time apart, the weeks between moments like this one, one thing was for sure… This was golden.