"Hey you, can I tell you something?"
"Yes."
"This might sound a little odd."
"Ok."
"I'm not sure really how to say this."
"Just say it. We'll work out the details later."
"Ok."
"So?"
"Alright."
"Yeah?"
"Ok, here goes."
Em raises her eyes.
Trev looks sheepish.
"Ok, here it is. You fit."
"You fit. Is that it?"
"Yeah."
"You fit?"
"Yeah."
"Ok."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Well, aren't you gonna ask me what that means?"
"No, not really."
"What?"
"Really, I got it. I fit."
Trev stares at Em.
Em pretends not to notice.
"So that's it?" he says.
"I fit. What's so hard to understand about that?"
"Ok, well, then tell me what it means?"
"You said it. Why should I have to tell you what you mean? Are you confused?"
"You know I should spank you."
"You think you can?"
After a short wrestling match, both out of breath, Em on top.
"You had enough?" asked Em, smiling.
"Maybe."
"Ok, tell me what fit means."
"Everything."
"Ooooooh, the clears it up."
"I'm serious."
"So am I. Now what does everything means?"
"Kiss me," he says. She leans over, lips part, and with sleepy eyes, close, tenderly, one upon the other, a softness, pulsing thin pillow flesh, translucent shades of red and orange and pink. Breath, one into the other, warmth filling warmth, movements lost in time. Tongues, pointed, dance and dart as devils before the gates of eternity, each twisting and swirling, advancing, retreating, teasing, tasting in unspoken effortless synchronicity. Hips dovetail and legs twine like vines. Arms move without command as hands and fingers lace within tresses pulled breathlessly tight.
"See?"
Em smiles. "Shut up and kiss me again or . . ."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll fit my hand to the curve of your backside."
26 comments:
These two are just the cutest most adorable things.
I just want to pinch them.
They're that cute.
And, ya know, maybe smack their asses a little too...
Or, how bout you and I sip a little snoot, blue, and watch. I think a little more than kissing is about to happen. :-D
Did you bring the peas?
After a conversation between Trev and Rog in which Rog didn't give him the time of day. Exchange between Rog and Yul:
"Hey baby, you know what?"
"What?"
"I think we fit."
"What?"
"You know, fit."
"Rog, what the frail are you talking about?"
Shakes head and mutters under his breath.
"Trev what?"
"Nothing."
"Don't look like nothing." Yul glances at his baby maker.
"Wanna frail?"
"Did you need to ask?"
"What the frail was I thinking."
"Baby, it's not your thinking that I need."
Can we watch Yul and Rog instead and while we're watching play with the peas and do body shots of snoot?
Not yes, but abso-frailing-lutely yes! :-D
A whole lot of Decadence and not much tranquility happening around here! Of course Tranquil could describe the after glow......
I didn't read this chapter before I asked about your smile. I would have known if I had read the Story first, instead of the comments.
LOVE the attempt by Rog. Laughed RIGHT out loud!
Jen-nay ;)
Jen-nay, you make me smile. :-)
And on that note, since I have to get up at 4am, I best get my decadent hide to bless some sheets. Sweet dreams when you get that far and here's hoping you find the comfort of your bed and not the couch tonight. :-D
` Awwwwwww!!
` Fitting is a wonderful thing. Gotta find a guy whose dick is smaller....
SEE Q, nice to see you again. When people ask me about buying a bike I always give them the same advice. Fit is everything. I suppose that advice applies to many things. You know, I once knew a girl and, well . . . :-D
*fans self* In reading this, I kind of put myself in Trev's place and enjoyed having a special moment with Em. Very nicely done. Fit is so important.
photos here never fails to impress me, but the story around!? it keeped me laughing for an hour! nice blog keep it up!
The only one that I didn't copy before pressing publish and I lost it. Short version therefore.
Missing the images, just so you know. Presuming most of these, if not all, were written during the short stint at home which in turn is the reason why, but just in case that wasn't the case, I wanted to say so.
Loved, loved, LOVED this, how could one not. Everything. Really did say it all. :-) Reminded me of the image, the rainbow coloured image, that looks like a woman diving or being poured, strands of colour in embrace, dancing about the other, threading themselves together to become one fluid motion, forever circling, joined. Utterly beautiful in a marshmellow-making way, utterly perfect in its own way.
MMmmmm....I love marshmallows.
Can we add those to the official DT Grocery Shopping List?
=P
"Engaged comments on any aspect of the chapter are welcomed and encouraged. The love you take is the love you make. :-D"
Well, infortunately, I won't be able to comment on the chapter, the story having lost me long time ago. I know it's my fault I'ven't been able to come regularly for the past couple months. But the artwork is gorgeous. Em has Japanese ancestory? She looks like a mix of Japanese and Scandinavian with her blue eyes.
That pic of Em is awesome--almost haunting.
Strumpets right, she took the words right out of my mouth! (or hands?) ;)
--snow
Thanks Snow. :-)
Saffy, no worries. This is a plotless story with each chapter meant to stand on its own. Just read the chapter for the writing--that's how I write them. Besides, it would honor me greatly to be read. Nothing means more to a writer. ;-)
Strumperlicious, absolutely. Do you like campfires? And congrats on those strumperlicious grades. Puts the wood in my bat. :-D
Sunshine, I miss the images too. The programs I use are PC programs and since I've been using my Mac I just haven't spent the same time with my PC on so its been a bit of out of sight, out of use.
As always, your comments warm my heart. I like the image you paint of the two of them. One flowing into the other. Fitting. Like a favorite pair of old blue jeans. :-D
Cyba, thanks :-)
Thanks W. I like the idea of you fanning yourself, especially right after the happy naked dance. :-D
Aw...thank you, Mr. Tree.
Very, very much.
As for campfires, I am pretty sure I would enjoy them. I like fire.
But, I've never had the pleasure to be sitting 'round one.
I used to put marshmallows on the end of fondue forks when I was a kid and stand over the still burning coals in the grill after diner at backyard cookouts and make my marshmallows all gooey and crisp.
It was the most awesome dessert and only available in the summer.
I really miss having a place to grill.
I think the best thing about a campfire is the crackling sound of burning wood. And those little sparks that fly into the air like shooting stars and live about as long. A good campfire, a wool blanket and a spoon that fits. And a few marshmallows to squeeze between our lips. :-D
Yes, the naked happy dance always leads to lots of fanning, though I much prefer to have someone there to do the fanning for me.
Do you see me waving my hand saying pick me, pick me? :-D
T, fan please. I've been enjoying your header. Beautiful choice. *fans*
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