When you can’t take it in the beauty of him

When you can’t take it in the beauty of him

The room felt cold and damp and hot at the same time. A bit of a shiver ran down his back. The night air flowed in. 

She lay on her back between his legs one leg over the side of his body the other resting on his chest. They ended on the floor. 

The valley of kings in his sight.

 It was an all night one nighter the likes of which he hadn’t experienced before.

He tickled the sole of her foot.

‘Hey’ he said wishfully

‘Hey wake up’

‘Come on wake up!’

‘What?’ ‘feicing hell’ stretching her leg as she said so-her toes cupping his chin she turned slightly and breathed out a deep sigh.

‘Hey! Hey! Remember me?’

‘Where are you?’

‘Who are you, what times it?’

‘Up here, calm down’

‘I have to go’

‘Ah no you don’t,’ grabbing her ankles and pulling her up towards him as he said so.

He sat up and grabbed her legs and pulled them around his waist, her head fell forward he yanked her into a sit up position.

‘Christ come off it. It is what it is, I have to go,’ pushing his shoulders as she said it. ‘please let my arm bloody go!’ she said with a threatening voice.

‘So this is it, all that, all that, that craziness and wildness means nothing, what are you who are you?’

‘Oh fucks sake, shut up-what are YOU: a virgin?’ she said, trying to pull her arm out of his grip, ‘let me go.’ 

Liam had wanted this to happen for a long time but it wasn’t how he imagined, she was spot on right with the virgin thing though.

‘Stop!’ ‘What’s wrong with you?’ pushing him back as she said so.

‘Don’t do that!’

‘Why?’ ‘going to call your Mommy’ ‘let me go.’ she said even louder this time

 

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