losing you; gbd{rewritten & edited}

letter #18 [edited]

July 6th, 2017
4:17 am
letter #18

On top of everything you were as a person, I'm being really honest when I say I miss your body.

Not just in a sexual way like i'm gonna describe, but in a way where I missed the way your body curled so perfectly into mine. I miss the way your right eye would twitch just the tiniest bit when you were irritated with me. I miss the way your teeth always caught your bottom lip between them when you were nervous or anxious. I just miss everything.

I remember the first time we had sex. It wasn't the actual first time for either of us, but it was still important. Before that day we had been pushing it, going just a little short of all the way.

It was raining in Seattle, I mean, when was it ever not, and we were watching t.v when all the power went out. You were wearing simple black shorts and one of my big shirts, the shirt that I'd gotten from a fair in New Jersey. The same one you had basically stolen and refused to give back.

We weren' t living together yet by then, we'd only been together for about three months, but you had been staying at my apartment for days at a time by then anyway.

I was wearing red, plaid pyjama bottoms-your favorite ones on me-, a white loose t-shirt and your legs were on my lap, me rubbing your thigh as you curled into my side.

Then suddenly a huge boom sounded and the lights all flickered off. You groaned, knocking your head against my shoulder. "Great, I just love that. That's exactly what I wanted to happen in the middle of Law and Order."

I shook my head, smiling with amusement in the dark. "You've seen that episode like forty times."

I could feel the bored look you gave me. "Your point?"

I laughed slightly, resting my head behind me on the top of the couch. I wondered how long it would take for the power to come back on. You got up, muttering something about going to get candles.

You came back and set on the kitchen bar, one on the table and one on the entertainment system, and traveled to put some in our room as well. It was some of those vanilla pomegranate ones that you loved so much and the dim lighting from them suddenly made me see you in a different light.

I looked at your long, smooth legs, ran my eyes up to the length of your body, eyes taking in your ass as you bent over slightly. You turned around and began walking back towards the couch and my eyes landed on your perfect, rounded boobs and your nipples poking through the material of my shirt.

I felt a stir in my lap and I inwardly groaned, trying to will it to go away. You stood a few feet away from the couch, hands on your hips and a perplexing look on your face. I had no idea what it meant.

"So, what do you feel like doing now that out our only source of entertainment is gone?" I asked, looking up at you, admiring your beauty, lazy smile on my face.

"I could think of a few things," you didn't eleborate, and I felt my eyebrows furrow at the statement.

"Yeah? Like what?"

A brief second of hesitation flashed through your face, but it was gone and replaced with a slow smile as you walked over to me. You placed yourself on my lap, thighs on both sides of mine. I looked at you questionably, cautiously, trying to read you the right way. You brought your hands up to the nape of my neck, playing with the hair there. You leaned down, lips at my ear. "I think," you took a pause and kissed that spot right below my ear you knew I was most sensitive. "I think I'd be thoroughly satisfied doing you."