Recollections

Fluff X

Untitled (Fluff/Clean)

I sit on the step, my legs wide and my feet set firm on the deep step down. I watch from a high level as they chatter away, drinks in hand, leaning against anything and everything set inside the shop. My heels click with the music playing in the background, a low sun still heating the atmosphere, making the soft breeze feel almost pleasurable as it cools us from our sweaty selves of a late July evening.

With the chatter growing louder under the influence of alcohol and an eventful day, I grow more quiet by the second. I watch as his eyes glance around much as mine do, flitting to me and suddenly holding my gaze. I quirk my brow in a sort of challenge, or perhaps in a question.

His lips stay set in a line, but his eyes brighten in isolation. His eyes glance around before he slowly steps to the bottom of the stairs. I scoot my ass to the edge, letting my leg dangle off the side where he stands. His hand reaches up and rubs against my knee and thigh.

I lean down and let my hair fall to the side as my chest meets my thigh of the leg still rested on the step. He angles his head up to meet his lips to my own, my eyes closing with instinct. I hum, as though I'm tasting a sweet pastry, delighted in the taste.

And let's be honest, he's pretty sweet tasting.

He pulls back and urges my dangling leg further out, pulling my other leg so that both legs are hanging from the side of the steps, his body between them both. In a wholesome manner, he puts both arms over my widened legs and rests his head on his arms, taking a deep breath.

I smile, bite my lip, and rub my hand over his hair, pressing a kiss to his temple, exposed by him laying his head sideways like he's resting his head on a pillow.

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