polaroid angel - dreamnotfound

˖⋆࿐໋₊ 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦

warm lips gently kiss the back of my neck, over and over. the contact gives me goosebumps, and butterflies tickle my insides. strong, protecting arms are wrapped around my waist from behind, holding me close. his heat paired with my state of postorgasmic bliss makes me sleepy. i yawn contently, relaxing into the satin sheets.

"shower?" dream mumbles against my skin.
"let me sleep," i whine, twisting around.
"we smell awful honey. it'll be refreshing, i promise."
"mm..."

he flips me around so that we're facing each other. when he spots my tired expression he shines up into a smile. i can almost see the hearts in his beautiful eyes.

"i'll wash you, okay? i'll shampoo your hair, scrub your body, give you lots of kisses.. that sound good?"
"fine," i giggle, sitting up with a groan.

he helps pull me out of bed, steadying me as i put weight on my weak legs. i'm already sore from our earlier antics. will i ever be able to walk properly again?

"come here," he says, taking my hand and leading me out into the hallway. now that i'm not being seduced i can observe bits and pieces of his apartment a little better. we walk past doors to different rooms, probably closets and work rooms if i know dream right. on the walls are paintings of landscapes and animals, as well as pinned up polaroids and other framed photos. not surprising. he sure likes his visuals.

the bathroom is just across the hallway to the left. he opens the door, hitting the light switch as we make our way inside. the room bathes in the sharp light, revealing polished white tiles covering the floor and walls, and a huge mirror hanging over the marble sink. anyone could tell this guy has money. there's no way this place was cheap.

we get into the cramped space together. dream keeps his hand on my shoulder as the water starts flowing from above. it's cold in the beginning but heats up pretty quickly. i let it graze my hair and run down my skin. dream's light curls gradually darken and stick to his forehead. i've never seen his hair this straight before. it's actually decently long when it's weighed down by a liquid.

when we're wet enough he switches it off and gets to washing the bird's nest i've got going on. his shampoo is candy scented. i'll smell like his shampoo after this. i'll smell like him. his fingertips massage my scalp with care and affection. i lean into the soft touch, closing my eyes to enjoy the ethereal moment.

"god you're gorgeous," he breathes.

the compliment snaps me out of my trance. i blush awkwardly, mumbling a small 'thank you' in return. i swear, he needs to stop drowning me in kind words or i'll break.

he squeezes out more to clean his own hair. i watch him with enamored eyes as he silently rubs it in. if anyone here is gorgeous it's him. him, with his flawlessly chiseled face, sharp jawline and baby soft skin. him with his pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and perfect eyebrows.

"you look like a greek god," i point out, my hands lingering on his bare chest.

he smirks, booping my nose with bubbles before responding.
"are you saying i have a small dick?"
"wh- no! i-i didn't mean it like that-"
"how did you mean it, then?"

the water turns on again, rinsing all the white foam out of our hair. dream grips my chin, forcing me to focus on him.

"i-"
"i wanna hear it," he commands.
"you- you're so hot, and your body is like a greek statue," i stutter, "a-and, you're huge.. i couldn't take more."

without a single ounce of hesitation he kisses my lips that were already wet from the falling water. its temperature makes the air hard to breathe, but i'm too caught up in my own little world to complain. dream gets my mind cloudy, and just as fogged up as the glass door of the shower. i can feel the hints of stubble growing on his face as we make out for probably the tenth time today.

"that's very sweet of you," he chuckles after we've pulled away.
"yeah, whatever."

the room goes silent when he turns the shower handle again. soap time. i let him clean me just like he wanted to. he stands behind me, starting with my shoulders and working his way down my back. it feels so nice that i might fall asleep on the spot. he takes several minutes to scrub me, putting such love and care into every part of my body. i've never been treated like this before, never been so spoiled. what does dream see in me, that could make him want to babysit me so lovingly?

when we're both squeaky clean he gets a towel to dry us off. because of course he's drying me off too, i don't have to lift a finger. he cups my cheeks through the material, patting the stray drops away.

"you're like a little duckling right now," he wheezes, "you're my little duckling."
"shut up, dream," i giggle, breaking our eye contact.

i get a peck on the tip of my nose for that.

just as he's about to fully drag me out of the rectangular box i stop him.

"uhm, can i borrow a razor? i need to shave."
"huh? i haven't seen a single hair on your body." he states.
"well i have."
"okay, then.. there should be spare ones in the cupboard under the sink. you can take the robe that's hanging over there when you're done."

he points towards the plain white garment, probably quite a bit too long for me.

"thank you," i smile, hugging him one last time before he steps out of the bathroom to go get dressed.

i feel like fainting from the overdose of elation. my reflection in the mirror stares back at me. pale, with wet hair still glued to my forehead. the only difference now is the multiple hickeys scattered along my neck and my collarbones. there's got to be at least half a dozen decorating the otherwise spot-free skin.

i love them.