-

He comes to me,
And wraps his arms around my waist,
His head turned into my shoulder
With a deep sigh,
He leans in
Just
Quiet
Breathing in
And out
I hold him,
my hands rubbing along his back,
nails scratching lightly
He's not asleep
Just leaning

I pull him closer
And he lifts his head
With one hand I massage the back of his neck, watch his eyes drift closed
His hands press me into him
The fronts of our hips meet.
He makes the small sound again,
I scratch the hairs at his nape
And his arms around me tighten
He looks at me,
Softly

My hands slide from his neck
Down his chest
Abdomen
Brush along the front of his jeans,
before taking his hands
Tugging him towards a bed

I turn to pull back the covers
He hugs me from behind,
Hands covering my stomach
Sliding lower
I feel his lips
On the back of my neck
He kisses my hair
The edge of my ear
He's warm

I sit him down
He puts up his legs
I untie his shoes
Pull them from his feet
See him wince

I frown

And sit on the bed
Cross-legged
Facing him
Take his feet into my lap
Rub along the instep of his right foot
Do the same with the left
Massage sore muscles
The backs of his calves
Knees
I reach his torso
And look at him

Move
Sitting behind him
I pull him back
Settling him into my chest
I start on his shoulders, pressing against tight muscle
I hear him make a noise,
Like it hurts
I try to be more gentle
His head falls back on my shoulder
His eyes are closed tight.
And he's
Crying

I hold him
My arms wrapped around his chest
His face is pressed against my jaw and
His hands are gripping my wrists

His knees come up
And I'm holding him
While he curls into a ball

I move to face him but he just
Turns into my space
And he holds on tight
His face is buried in my neck
I can feel his tears on my skin.
His breath is hot

I run my fingers through his hair,
Stroke his back,
Pull him closer
I pull the blankets over us
He's crying
And I'm holding him
His hold on me is tight
He starts to quiet down
And I feel him getting heavier

I kiss his head
Kiss his forehead
Lean mine against his
And fall into sleep
With him

-

She's small
There's barely anything on her chest
Her hips are full
I want to fill my hands with them
Her hugs are tight
And she holds on for a long time

She's asleep
I wait until she is
To feel her arms
I pull back a bit
To look up at her closed eyes
Lashes fluttering with slight dreams
I touch her lips with a fingertip
Slide it down over her chin
Down her throat

The backs of my knuckles brush her breasts, through the soft material of her tank top
No bra, from what I can tell

Soft
I want to cry again at how soft they are
Tiny, yes,
But they're there
I feel her catch her breath
See her frown
An odd expression on her face

"They aren't pretty."

She says, with her eyes closed