[ Hei draws her out of the shower, feet dripping puddles on the tiles. Leans her against the sink away from the foggy mirror. He doubts she'd want to look at her reflection, and he's not in a mood to meet his own eyes and see whatever emotion -- or lack of it -- is there. Instead he looks down at their paired bodies -- his skin a paler brown in contrast to hers, only the head of the penis tinged with pink, hers more varied, smooth and burnished under the water rolling off her, a centerpiece of hard-edged want and hazy-soft focus. ]
[ Once again, he marvels at the surrealism of time. Somewhere along the line, she's forgotten to be shy with him. ]
[ Wrapping her in the towel, he starts drying her off. Towels her hair into a damp fluffy nest, before scrubbing himself off briskly. Her eyes are still moist with tears; she reminds him of that little girl again, stunned by a sudden fall. Without a word, he swings her up, and carries her out. In his bedroom he turns on that clacking radiator in the corner, and tugs down the bedspread, before depositing her on the mattress, half sprawled on her, still cradling her against him with one arm. ]
[ His eyes are dark and half-lidded; he feels as if all his weight is centered in his erection, trapped between their bellies. Yet somehow the intense throbbing is easy to ignore in favor of the soft openmouthed kisses he presses to her mouth. ]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
[ Once again, he marvels at the surrealism of time. Somewhere along the line, she's forgotten to be shy with him. ]
[ Wrapping her in the towel, he starts drying her off. Towels her hair into a damp fluffy nest, before scrubbing himself off briskly. Her eyes are still moist with tears; she reminds him of that little girl again, stunned by a sudden fall. Without a word, he swings her up, and carries her out. In his bedroom he turns on that clacking radiator in the corner, and tugs down the bedspread, before depositing her on the mattress, half sprawled on her, still cradling her against him with one arm. ]
[ His eyes are dark and half-lidded; he feels as if all his weight is centered in his erection, trapped between their bellies. Yet somehow the intense throbbing is easy to ignore in favor of the soft openmouthed kisses he presses to her mouth. ]