oddbod: (from the center of the hollow moon)
ᴅ̶ᴏ̶ᴄ̶ᴛ̶ᴏ̶ʀ̶ ᴏsᴡᴀʟᴅ ([personal profile] oddbod) wrote in [personal profile] tumang 2018-06-22 04:18 am (UTC)

[Her palm presses close right over his heart, like she's trying to memorize it, feeling how it falls in and out of line with the rocking of his hips. Even with her own arousal sated and finished, her stomach thrills at the familiar motion, the unmistakable push and pull, the dirty rhythm of human intimacy. It all seems to spell out: In this moment, you are not alone.

She presses her lips to the side of Amos' throat, and holds onto his heartbeat for as long as he'll let her.]

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