115 - Sensual
Oct. 29th, 2011 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wildwestheroHis touch was so gentle I cried. He's never rough with me. Even when I'm reading, he comes and sits beside me, and he brushes his fingers against my cheek as if they were feathers. I don't think he has the heart to be mean. To hurt. To be cruel. Sometimes he says things that are mean, but I can see in his eyes that he doesn't mean it. He doesn't have enough emotion behind it to hate me back.
His kiss is soft as a summer breeze, warm and gentle on my skin. He never rushes. I pick him up and lay him down, flooding his mind with soft sensation. There is nothing but us. Only we exist. He whispers to me. He softly laughs. His fingers run though my hair, sending shivers down my spine. He's there. That's all. He brings me close and clutches onto me while he chases my nightmares away.
[ooc: ...I have no idea who's speaking. Maybe they're both speaking. IDEK.]
Muses: Andrew Hansen and Charles Firth
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Word Count: 167
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
His kiss is soft as a summer breeze, warm and gentle on my skin. He never rushes. I pick him up and lay him down, flooding his mind with soft sensation. There is nothing but us. Only we exist. He whispers to me. He softly laughs. His fingers run though my hair, sending shivers down my spine. He's there. That's all. He brings me close and clutches onto me while he chases my nightmares away.
[ooc: ...I have no idea who's speaking. Maybe they're both speaking. IDEK.]
Muses: Andrew Hansen and Charles Firth
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Word Count: 167
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.