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goldenglitter.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 7th, 2004 11:08 pm)Title: cold feet.
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goldenglitter
Website: aesthetic gods.
Rating: G.
Disclaimer: This probably happened, but I still have to say it didn't.
Also: Not much longer than a drabble. Inspired by cold floors in the morning.
cold feet.
Your room is cold this morning.
And icy breeze is blowing from some unseen place and is lapping at your toes. Your fingers are tingling, trying to stay warm despite the persistent cold air. You've doubled upon blankets and turned the the heat as high as it would go, but still, the tip of your nose is numb and your teeth are just starting to chatter.
This is the kind of morning that makes you pull the covers over your head to feel your own warm breath splash against your face. It makes you pull your chilled feet all the way under the blankets so you can tuck them behind your warm knees.
This is the kind of morning that makes you hold his warm hand and whisper "Dom, are you awake?"
He answers with muffled curse words and pulls you closer to him. This is the kind of morning that makes you want to stay closer to him.
His hands slide slowly up your t-shirt. Smoothing over your stomach. HIs fingers are cold as well, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is skin against skin. Instant heat, like magic.
He asks you what time it is and you never answer, because it's not important. You don't think you'll ever leave this bed. Your skin starts to warm again and you feel sleep tugging at you.
Dom is soft next to you. Familiar. He's a small comfort, like a child's teddy bear. You feel like you've been sharing your bed with him forever. You like the simplicity of his touch, the arm draped across your stomach. You like the angle of his jaw when he dips his head and presses his cheek into your shoulder and the quiet sounds he makes when he's trying to go back to sleep.
This is the kind of morning that makes you think. It makes you remember how lucky you are to have been paired with Dom. You think that you probably couldn't live without him. You think this boy, this boy you love so much, is probably the best thing that ever happened to you.
This kind of morning makes you roll over and kiss his lips. This kind of morning makes you smile and rub your nose against his. This kind of morning makes you tell him you love him, over and over again.
Author:
goldenglitterWebsite: aesthetic gods.
Rating: G.
Disclaimer: This probably happened, but I still have to say it didn't.
Also: Not much longer than a drabble. Inspired by cold floors in the morning.
cold feet.
Your room is cold this morning.
And icy breeze is blowing from some unseen place and is lapping at your toes. Your fingers are tingling, trying to stay warm despite the persistent cold air. You've doubled upon blankets and turned the the heat as high as it would go, but still, the tip of your nose is numb and your teeth are just starting to chatter.
This is the kind of morning that makes you pull the covers over your head to feel your own warm breath splash against your face. It makes you pull your chilled feet all the way under the blankets so you can tuck them behind your warm knees.
This is the kind of morning that makes you hold his warm hand and whisper "Dom, are you awake?"
He answers with muffled curse words and pulls you closer to him. This is the kind of morning that makes you want to stay closer to him.
His hands slide slowly up your t-shirt. Smoothing over your stomach. HIs fingers are cold as well, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is skin against skin. Instant heat, like magic.
He asks you what time it is and you never answer, because it's not important. You don't think you'll ever leave this bed. Your skin starts to warm again and you feel sleep tugging at you.
Dom is soft next to you. Familiar. He's a small comfort, like a child's teddy bear. You feel like you've been sharing your bed with him forever. You like the simplicity of his touch, the arm draped across your stomach. You like the angle of his jaw when he dips his head and presses his cheek into your shoulder and the quiet sounds he makes when he's trying to go back to sleep.
This is the kind of morning that makes you think. It makes you remember how lucky you are to have been paired with Dom. You think that you probably couldn't live without him. You think this boy, this boy you love so much, is probably the best thing that ever happened to you.
This kind of morning makes you roll over and kiss his lips. This kind of morning makes you smile and rub your nose against his. This kind of morning makes you tell him you love him, over and over again.
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Tara
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<3
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So gorgeous.
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So snugglesome.
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*snuggles teh fic*
thanks for this