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rainbowfic2014-08-20 09:35 pm
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Entry tags:
Ibiza Blue 1: remember
Author: Kat
Title: remember
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Ibiza blue 1 (ATB - Fahrenheit 451 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHT6Iip_SXs)
Supplies and Materials: Oils (it's always you).
Word Count: 549
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "I wish you didn't have to go."
Warnings: none.
Notes: Forthebonesofferalletters's prompt, "Writing on the body as an alternate but just as intimate encounter as sex." I hope this fulfills it!
"I wish you didn't have to go."
It took her a moment to realize she'd said it out loud; it took, in fact, until he shifted and turned to face her, cupping one hand around her cheek. "I wish I didn't have to go," he replied, and stroked her face with the pads of his fingers.
She turned her face away from him, into his fingers, her nose pressing awkwardly into his palm. "You'll be back soon," she said, as much to herself as to him. "A week at the most."
"Yes," he said, "but I'll miss you."
As she would miss him, though she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. Instead, she pressed a tiny kiss to his palm, then rolled away to face the wall.
He let her go, but only long enough for her to settle; then he tucked his body up against her back, his breath warm on her neck, his arm looping loose over her waist. "I will miss you," he repeated, almost too softly to be heard.
"I know," she said; it was as close as she could come.
He was quiet for a moment, then sat up. She rolled onto her back to look up at him, confused, a little uncertain. "What..."
"No," he said, and put his hand on her chest. "Stay there. I'll only be a moment."
She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, for a rubbery stretch of time before he returned, carrying a black marker and nothing else. She watched it curiously, but said nothing.
He sat down beside her, the bed dipping under his weight, and said, "Take off your nightgown and lie on your stomach."
Another time she might have argued, but it was late and her mind was drifting, and he used the voice he used when he wanted her to listen, warm and intimate but firm. She sat up just long enough to shed her nightgown, then lay back down on her stomach, resting her head on folded arms.
He brushed her hair away from her neck, collecting its weight over one shoulder, then bent and kissed the back of her neck. After he straightened, she heard the squeak of the marker being uncapped. "I love you," he said, "remember how I love you," and the cool tip of the marker touched her skin.
He wrote for some time, always the same words-- she didn't know what they were but she could feel the motions, repeated loops and lines tracing down her back, one line after another. She did not know the words but she knew the last symbol, when he drew a heart in the small of her back, blew gently on it to dry the ink, then kissed it.
Only then did she shiver.
He capped the marker and let it drop, then crawled up to lie beside her, one arm over her shoulders, his body warm against her side.
"What did you write?" she asked, when his breathing had steadied to match her own.
He smiled at her, leaned forward and kissed her, a chaste press of mouth to mouth. "Remember how I love you," he told her, and swept his hand down her back.
Remember how I love you.
She smiled back, and closed her eyes.
Title: remember
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Ibiza blue 1 (ATB - Fahrenheit 451 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHT6Iip_SXs)
Supplies and Materials: Oils (it's always you).
Word Count: 549
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "I wish you didn't have to go."
Warnings: none.
Notes: For
thebonesofferalletters's prompt, "Writing on the body as an alternate but just as intimate encounter as sex." I hope this fulfills it!"I wish you didn't have to go."
It took her a moment to realize she'd said it out loud; it took, in fact, until he shifted and turned to face her, cupping one hand around her cheek. "I wish I didn't have to go," he replied, and stroked her face with the pads of his fingers.
She turned her face away from him, into his fingers, her nose pressing awkwardly into his palm. "You'll be back soon," she said, as much to herself as to him. "A week at the most."
"Yes," he said, "but I'll miss you."
As she would miss him, though she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. Instead, she pressed a tiny kiss to his palm, then rolled away to face the wall.
He let her go, but only long enough for her to settle; then he tucked his body up against her back, his breath warm on her neck, his arm looping loose over her waist. "I will miss you," he repeated, almost too softly to be heard.
"I know," she said; it was as close as she could come.
He was quiet for a moment, then sat up. She rolled onto her back to look up at him, confused, a little uncertain. "What..."
"No," he said, and put his hand on her chest. "Stay there. I'll only be a moment."
She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, for a rubbery stretch of time before he returned, carrying a black marker and nothing else. She watched it curiously, but said nothing.
He sat down beside her, the bed dipping under his weight, and said, "Take off your nightgown and lie on your stomach."
Another time she might have argued, but it was late and her mind was drifting, and he used the voice he used when he wanted her to listen, warm and intimate but firm. She sat up just long enough to shed her nightgown, then lay back down on her stomach, resting her head on folded arms.
He brushed her hair away from her neck, collecting its weight over one shoulder, then bent and kissed the back of her neck. After he straightened, she heard the squeak of the marker being uncapped. "I love you," he said, "remember how I love you," and the cool tip of the marker touched her skin.
He wrote for some time, always the same words-- she didn't know what they were but she could feel the motions, repeated loops and lines tracing down her back, one line after another. She did not know the words but she knew the last symbol, when he drew a heart in the small of her back, blew gently on it to dry the ink, then kissed it.
Only then did she shiver.
He capped the marker and let it drop, then crawled up to lie beside her, one arm over her shoulders, his body warm against her side.
"What did you write?" she asked, when his breathing had steadied to match her own.
He smiled at her, leaned forward and kissed her, a chaste press of mouth to mouth. "Remember how I love you," he told her, and swept his hand down her back.
Remember how I love you.
She smiled back, and closed her eyes.