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I'm pretty sure it's written down in a book somewhere, honestly - right alongside the joys of warm drinks, blankets that seem to keep their fluff up even when they've been wrapped around in a pleasant cocoon, and even the sensation of a good book with a satisfying number of pages left to still be explored. That sensation, I mean, of pressing together, skin-to-skin, even if the blanket's draped over our shoulders, keeping our tangled limbs and warm breath hidden from the moonlight outside.
Even in the quieter moments, where our eyes are locked together, and the little grin tugging at the corner of my lips is the only flicker of movement save for the pulse inside, it's like a spark of magic is in the air. My hands on your hips, and yours on my chest, and the world narrowed down to the feel of aching, yearning heat between us.
In the end, though, it's that feeling of comfort that's the best - even if there's a touch of sweat glistening on our skin, and gasps piercing the night, there's that feeling of holding close, and smiling, and then that tense and pulse, the warm explosion that simply feels right.
It's written down somewhere, after all, even if only here, and it's one of the best things.
Wouldn't you agree?
Just a silly, short ramble on things I find comfortable and pleasant, really, a palate-cleanser for all the puns.
I'm up for anything, so long as it's friendly, and I'd always love to hear from you if something about this sparked a thought in your head.
Thanks for reading!
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