ext_119307 ([identity profile] tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] estdeus_innobis 2013-07-16 08:25 pm (UTC)

Is this love?

His uncertainty makes me fierce. I want to protect him, so I won't feel any pain, not now, not while he can see. Love, I echo back, ferocious joy, because it could be, couldn't it, just in this moment, just while he's like this. I want to say yes but i don't want to lie, I want to say love me but I told him me loving him would be enough.

So I just show him love in me, so he can see, so he can compare. Love, this is love, do you see, do you feel it. I've never hidden it from him and now I lay it as bare as I can. And at the same time I'm trying not to orgasm because it's too soon. Everything's confusing and overwhelming so it's easier to lay myself bare, down beyond the bone. Even the thing that came back out of the dark and took this body loves him in its way. Has been reshaped strangely by that love. I want to say his name but I don't want to call him back to himself. "Brant," I say instead. My voice is very thin. "Brant, Brant."

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