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POSTED ON Apr 3, 2022 22:12:18 GMT

WHISPERS

LOST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

SHE WILL REACH FOR something she cannot have.

he remains out of grasp. distant so that he may admire the handiwork he’s laid out. the architecture of his painstakingly long blueprint comes full circle.

he tries to recount the scenario in his head but all he sees is the length of her bare legs.

“i trust you.”

he repeats the same confession before committing to his work. hands glide over the goosebumps that coat her legs, snaking past ruffled cloth to hook his fingers around the only piece of fabric that’s unnecessary to keep her warm.

that’s his job.

“so i need you to be honest.”

to what?

she’ll feel the answer before she ever hears it.

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[attr="class","illeana i"]her hands find nothing but distance.

and she goes to pout, to whine, but all that settles is her lips forming the shape of a surprised o.

i trust you.

repetition instills a sense of understanding in her. a confession becomes concrete fact. and he solidifies it with hands soaring over skin.

another shiver in the wake of fabric peeled away. somehow, her eyes stay locked on him. they're curious, dazed and mildly confused.

was she not honest enough before?

"about what?" rolls off the tongue before a gasp.

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POSTED ON Apr 3, 2022 23:02:33 GMT

WHISPERS

LOST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

THERE IS AN UNSPOKEN measurement of when a skill evolves into an art form. for him, the constant need for adaption and adjustment makes it one worth pursing. no two people are the same which means there is no universal answer on what gets them off.

which means she's a puzzle. one he has to play around with, experiment, and test in order to find a satisfactory solution. so he presses buttons, some familiar, some unexplored, as he tries to unravel her answer.

it's the reaffirmation of her sounds and the cushion of her thigh against his ear that comfort him as he goes to work.

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+ whatever answer he seeks... comes in the form of a soft crooning. gasps, whimpers, groans all blend and meld into a symphony he's heard before. and maybe he's not tired of this tune. maybe he wants to hear it again and again until he has it memorized.

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she tries to observe him, to burn this image of worship into memory.

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and her eyes betray her. eyelids flutter shut with the pressing of a certain button. her hands move before she can stop them, fingers reaching at kept hair and tugging.

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in a hazy trance, she looks to ask the question of him again.

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"fernando," rushes out in a soft gasp. "about what?" she ignores the whimper that punctures holes into syllables. it's difficult, however, when he's a little... occupied and she's trembling.

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POSTED ON Apr 4, 2022 3:40:07 GMT

WHISPERS

LOST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

HE DOESN’T ANSWER HER. not with words. not when actions suffice.

every hum and murmur, the sound of puckered lips laying appreciative kisses, speak volumes for him. words have always reminded him of empty praise. they mean little.

it is action, commitment, a show of effort and sacrifice that convey true meaning.

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and when he’s labored his last breath, he nibbles against the insides of her thighs. delectable, soft flesh he can’t hope to resist. a smooth transition to help clear his mind and brush away the unclean.

the taste however lingers.

and it riles him right back up. brings him to his feet as he overlooks her sprawled out on her kitchen counter.

he smiles to himself as the sound of his zipper echoes in the kitchen.

he grabs her by the waist, pulling her to the end, clumsy and rushed as he juggles wide movements in constrictive wear.

tomorrow, he’ll blame it on the drinking, the stress, and whatever culpable excuse floats to the top of his mind.

right now, right here, he promises himself he’s still in control. that he can turn around and leave if he has to. that this is a choice: physical indulgence fancied between someone he holds close to him.

that’s right. an indulgence.

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and that’s when he lets go. melts into her. embraces her by running his fingers between her own, looped, held together, and most importantly held down.

the red stripe hidden in the darkness plods away, the sound of tiny little feet drowned out by the sight it refuses to watch.

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+ actions are simple little things. words are more complicated, strung up into multiple instances to convey different meanings. and she's always found that actions are more telling than words. people lie but their body language doesn't.

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she squirms against granite. his labor threatens to drown her and she's barely keeping her head above water. a particularly powerful wave drags her under and over, little gasps for more air tumbling into a higher note. strange... the pitch is close enough to a bird trilling outside a window. soft but distinct, lovely, music to his ears.

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he gets the song he seeks. hell, he even gets an encore.

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and when the dust settles into a blissful haze, she's squeezing affection into his fingers. it's difficult to place where she ends and he begins but the result is all the same: heaving chests and spent energy. trembles slowly ease away for goosebumps to rise from the night's cold to creep in. and it's instinctual to want to pull him closer. who is she to ignore impulse?

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sweat plasters white hair to her cheeks, shoulders, back, and she looks as ravished as she feels. somehow, the soft ambient glow of overhead kitchen lights turned down low makes him look holy. and what of she? sinner or saint, it makes no difference.

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"hey," she whispers. her smile grows a little wider, fondness curling at the seams. "let's go to bed."

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POSTED ON Apr 11, 2022 11:24:37 GMT

WHISPERS

LOST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

TO APPRECIATE SOMEONE ELSE in their entirety requires dedication to the cause. labor is demanding in a way that transcends just movement. it requires attentiveness and delicacy, a genuine desire to serve.

it is devotion personified.

and for every bead of sweat they leave in the kitchen, several thoughts precede into its creation.

am i too heavy? is this comfortable? am i bending her too much? am i too rough? not rough enough? right here? or is it there? she squirms more when—

a job well done takes its toll on him. it’s an duty that drains the color from his face and leaves him dizzy as his heart tries to balance out the furious pounding in his chest. its almost like his body shuts down, devoid of purpose now that he’s given her his essence.

“mmm.”

a coarse grumble answers her request. articulating anything further proves futile. his body language speaks for him, pulling her into an embrace so he can lock his arms around her legs like the komala she wishes she could be.

it’s not the bridal style carry that gets romanticized in fiction. it’s a more of a personal hug. and that’s where the value lies. an embrace, chest to chest, inches away from a loving kiss.

it’s the position he was trained to accept back when all he knew was devotion.

and it’s the same position that ferries illeana around in the dark, looking for their reprieve.

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POSTED ON Apr 11, 2022 23:58:50 GMT

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+ a soft giggle follows his grumble. fond affection settles into her face, skin, bones, even as he pulls her in. legs are guided and settled around his waist. and her grip is less seviper-esque this time around. it's tired, lazy, content. she even eases up around his neck, as if there's this understanding that he won't drop her even as exhaustion creeps in.

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closeness lures and traps her. and it starts with little peppered kisses of devotion to his neck. travelling up is simple, expected even, but when she crosses over his jawline and seeks his lips, she doesn't register the possibility of denial. her grip tightens on him as if he'll slip away once more into the night when her grip slackens. and maybe he just might...

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the trip to her bed begins and as light fades the farther they get from the kitchen, she's unfurling an arm from his neck to reach for the wall. if she could... just find the switch... a soft whine escapes when she, in fact, cannot locate the switch and her efforts are futile. no matter, it's her home. she should have the layout memorized, right?

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"should be last door on the left," she whispers into his ear, her cheek settling against the warmth of his own.

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POSTED ON Apr 16, 2022 21:52:32 GMT

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WHISPERS

LOST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

HE STOPS when she purrs for his affection. her kiss steadies the way his world sways back and forth. the way the hall spins settles onto one absolute point.

she’s his center of gravity.

and when she breaks their covenant his steps continue their toll. weakness bleeds into his motor skills, strafing dangerously close to the wall as his arms leverage supporting thighs that squirm as she feels her way through the darkness.

her door is all the separates them from sleep. drowsiness seeps in now that his brain knows they’re so close to the finish line. he leans into it, back turned, adamant on holding her, as his elbow brushes against the knob until it creaks open.

when it slides open, he almost fumbles both of them into bed. he doesn’t, through his own self righteous rigidness, but the misstep in his gait is noticeable when they jerk.

“mmm.”

his eyelids are heavy. his consciousness wading. it shows in the way his voice barely passes through his throat, as if caught inside it, as he sets her down, rolling over and onto his side.

“…”

he can’t bear to look at her. keeping them open is near impossible. the most he can do is reach for her, grazing her cheek with the back of his fingers as his world goes dark.

his arm doesn’t itch anymore.

but he still feels the pain.

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