Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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"Babe," she whispered, her thumb going down the bridge of his nose, his lips, his hallow cheeks.
He grabbed her hand and kissed it. He couldn't remember what they argued about, because he could only smell her, taste her, and it was like that first second you get hit on the head and you can't find the axis to the earth. His axis tilted again and now it was her, an anchorage anchored to the bottom of the ocean, keeping him stable.
"It's growing so fast," he whispered in awe and pride.
She nodded. "He's strong, I can feel it."
"You swear up and down he's a boy," he laughed, caressing her face with his free hand while she rested her head on his arm.
"Because he is," she laughed, "I know it. I wanted a girl but, it's boy."
"Okay, if it's a boy," he shifted and brought the blanket up to her hips, "what'll we name him?"
"Hm," she pursed her lips and thought. "I like your name. Ivaan Junior?"
They laughed. They knew that just wasn't it. "My sister, when she was little, wanted my name to be Nikolai. Heck, growing up I was confused because she always called me Nikolai." She was looking into his eyes, the little shimmering blue and the reflective pupils. "Nikolai Adinov."
She nodded. She nodded because that, that's something she could picture. When she imagined a boy, she saw a younger version of him.
"For a girl," he said, "I like Heaven."
She grinned. Heaven. She shifted around and straddled him, nuzzling her nose to his neck, her naked chest against his and she felt as if her body was too far, too far from his. She wanted to bury herself into his heart and never come out, never be apart. She loved him, she loved him she really did.
"Are you crying?" He asked, his hand on her hair and his lips at the side of her head. "My love?"
Before she could get a word out, her throat choked up and she burst into tears. "I don't know," she cried, "why," and he smiled. She looked up at him and instantly, his lips were on hers, and the joy was so big in her heart she couldn't help but grin. "I love you."
He stopped kissing her to see her eyes do that thing they always did whenever she said those words. It was like the pupil of her eyes ate away at the brown, and enlarged, showcasing a rim of chocolate brown before returning to their normal state. It was also that intensity that occurred whenever she came, and to him, it was the most erotic, self-satisfying, and supreme sight. And how come not? It was the first thing that ever caught his attention, illuminated his life to new and better beginnings, and gave him a child.
"You are everything to me," he told her. "You are all I need and look forward to."
"I'm scared you won't return," she whispered. "I'm scared that," and she gulped, "I'm wrong and you won't come back."
