Vailyn
Quixotic Paradox
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- Nov 15, 2000
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The grasping darkness slipped away and strong arms drew her close. A warm, soothing heat surrounded her and she moved closer to it. Sighing wordlessly, leaving behind the dark fears and terror as she nestled into welcoming arms. A frown flitted over her face as she felt cloth where there should be none. Her hands lightly searching as they slid over well defined muscles that flexed under her. She slid her hands up over his stomach, up along the sides and wandered back over his chest.
Naomi reached up along his body to loop one arm around his neck and her lips softly kissed up his jaw to find his lips. She murmured a pleased sound onto his mouth. Happy to share her joy of being in his arms. She lay tiny, soft kisses on his lips. He tasted like mint and coffee. His scent wasn't the same as before. She wasn't sure what was different but it was. Yet, he still smelled good to her. He felt right. He tasted right. She pushed her body against his in a rolling manner and smiled when she heard him moan against her softly teasing lips.
Half-asleep, drowsy from the meds, Naomi whispered, "I keep dreaming that something awful is chasing me. I get so cold until I don't know if I can run anymore. Then warmth gathers me close and I wake up in your arms." She kissed him sweetly. "Thank you. Thank you for holding me close. I feel so safe. Your touch makes the nightmares go away."
She tucked herself back onto his shoulder and snuggled close until there wasn't anything between them. "I don't know if I'm still dreaming or not." A yawn pulled out of her. "This feels right... in your arms..."
Naomi reached up along his body to loop one arm around his neck and her lips softly kissed up his jaw to find his lips. She murmured a pleased sound onto his mouth. Happy to share her joy of being in his arms. She lay tiny, soft kisses on his lips. He tasted like mint and coffee. His scent wasn't the same as before. She wasn't sure what was different but it was. Yet, he still smelled good to her. He felt right. He tasted right. She pushed her body against his in a rolling manner and smiled when she heard him moan against her softly teasing lips.
Half-asleep, drowsy from the meds, Naomi whispered, "I keep dreaming that something awful is chasing me. I get so cold until I don't know if I can run anymore. Then warmth gathers me close and I wake up in your arms." She kissed him sweetly. "Thank you. Thank you for holding me close. I feel so safe. Your touch makes the nightmares go away."
She tucked herself back onto his shoulder and snuggled close until there wasn't anything between them. "I don't know if I'm still dreaming or not." A yawn pulled out of her. "This feels right... in your arms..."