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She was resting against the headboard, wearing one of his dress shirts with a book in hand when he got home. Her glasses were perched on the end of her nose as her eyes danced across the pages and he couldn't help but smirk at the sight.

"What are you reading tonight?" He didn't bother taking off his clothes, simply made his way to tangle himself around her.

She looked up and smiled, the vibrant colored curls that framed her face bouncing at the slight gesture, and shifted so he could fit against her. "Something I found lying around. I'm not sure what it is".

He hummed as she ran her fingers through his glossy black hair. "Read it to me". His fingers began to draw hypnotic circles on her leg.

"Are you sure? It's a bit long winded".

"Mhmm".

She chuckled and, never ceasing the gentle strokes through his hair, began to read from the time worn pages.

"Time was not established here. A mere idea brought forth from words and thoughts, it could change. The thing was, time meant nothing here. A single leaf could fall and remain falling for an instant or eternity, they had but choose and make it so-"

The words surrounded them, and in an instant he could see she was lost within the pages. Her words even and interested and yet her fingers never stopping as they tangled themselves within his hair.

"Days and months seemed irrelevant. We could fill the space with silence and nothing, needing not words nor sound to fill the void around us-"

She smelled warm and sweet as he trailed his fingers along her thighs, skin still flush from her shower.  The words lifted by the sound of her voice easily soothing them into a peaceful space.

The temptation was hard to ignore as the wandering fingers, long forgetting the circles they were drawing, moved along the inside of her thighs. He heard the slight hitch in her voice and watched the subtle shift of her body, but the words didn't stop.

Said fingers moved along, lightly stroking the crease between her thigh and her sex. He enjoyed the way her body tensed, her fingers tightening in his hair and a slight stutter over her words, as responsive as ever.

"Our dreams became our r-reality. Pulled into a fantasy made real we, ah, uh- lived knowing nothing and everything was real and ours for the takin-"she gasped, words forgotten on a lovely moan that made him shiver. "Oh fuck, Anthony..."

One finger, then two, each movement drawing out another gasp, another moan. Each shift of his fingers making her legs shake and tense around him.

"Oh no, little miss, keep reading".

"Anthony..."

"I want to hear you read, Phoenix". He slid down, shifting so he was positioned between her legs.

"I hate you". He chuckled as she picked the book back up again. "Where was I?"

"I believe it was, 'Ours for the taking'..."

"You've been listening".

"I always do when you read. Now get back to it".