𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: SMUT **would just like to preface this by saying i'm so sorry for making it so long, i was too lazy to make it two parts lol. hopefully the smut makes up for the long plot!
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our limbs were intertwined in a messy knot with our clammy skin pressed together as if trying to fuse into one. the duvet was twisted and wrinkled in every which way, still managing to cover us. clothes were scattered across the wooden floor, and the sheets beneath us are stained and sticky from the shared releases of ecstasy, promised to be cleaned today. her soft and even breaths fill the silence, like a steady rhythm that feels like the only thing that's keeping me here.
she's still asleep beside me, her lips being slightly parted as quiet snores escape her button nose, her breath faintly tickling the curve of my shoulder. her arm drapes over me, still being possessive over me even in sleep, the weight of her body heavy against mine as if she can't bear to let me go even in her unconscious state. and truth be told, a part of me doesn't want her to. but routine pulls at me—the same way it always does.
i never stay long enough for the sunlight to fully flood her room. i always gather my things and slip out before she wakes up, the quiet shuffle of my clothes filling the otherwise silent space. it's easier that way. it makes things less complicated and less messy. less time to get even more attached to someone that you're not serious with. she does the same when we do these hook-ups at my place. she wakes up first, she leaves. at night and after sex, we don't talk, we don't ask questions. moral is, we fuck then we leave. that's our agreement.
this time feels different. the way her arms wrap around me feels different. it's like she wants me to stay. or maybe it's just me imagining things, trying to convince myself that there's something more in her unconscious hold. i do this to myself all the time, every morning i wake up in her arms i always think the same thing.
yet i still don't know if i should stay or if i should pull myself from her warmth and leave before she opens her eyes and we pretend none of this means anything like usual. but i can feel that tug and ache in my chest, and it's me getting harder and harder to leave her each time.
still, my clothes are on the floor, waiting for me. it reminds me that i need to leave at some point. if not now, when? it must be before she wakes. so, i take her arm with the gentlest of touches, my fingertips just brushing over her skin like i'm handling fragile glass. i move slowly and cautiously as though any sudden motion could break the moment or stir her from her sleep. carefully, i place her arm back onto her own body, letting it rest across her stomach covered by the crumpled duvet. it feels like i'm a thief, trying to sneak away without leaving any trace of evidence. better yet, i feel like i'm indiana jones swapping out a bag of sand for treasure.
