"Stop staring at me."
"But you look good."
"I always look good."
"Yeah but you look really really good. I mean like, god damn, babe." He scoffed at her response. "Uhuh."
She let her eyes roam his figure. He was taller than her, always had been. Exactly 9 inches taller than she was, making her feel tiny in front of him. His shoulders were broad, just so, his chest filling out to meet them. His collarbone was sharp, but not so much to be unhealthy. When he turned to tug off his shirt, the lines of his back were defined, just enough for her to run the tip of her finger gently along them. The skin that enveloped his torso was milky, and smooth. She itched to touch him, to trace each surgical scar, follow each juncture lovingly, almost adoringly, with her fingers and lips. His waist tapered inwards, meeting his hips in a shapely v. She ached. How could it be, that this man, was insecure of the way that his body was built, when it seemed that God himself had taken his sweet time to handcraft his every dip and curve? Her eyes ran down further. The curve of his ass was pert, but not unnatural, or off putting. His thighs were thick, but not obsessively so. He had long legs, the muscles tight, and toned. Even his feet were pretty, and she usually didn't even like feet. It was difficult, at times like these, to believe that he was hers. But he was, entirely. Him and his alarmingly charming, honestly funny personality, they belonged to her.
"Ria, STOP."
"OKAY OKAY."
is this sort of connected to the previous one? perhaps. and yes, the male described is very much a real human (a human that is all mine). i hope you liked this as much as He did when i sent it to him.
aria.
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All That We Are (shorts)
Romancejust a bunch of short things that i'll write as they come to me, most likely with no context or backstory to tie them to i will try to continue some of these if i feel like they have potential TW - this may discuss some triggering topics to some
