We're both exhausted, but we can't sleep. It's so… different having him back in my house.
So right.
Odin is passed out at the foot of the bed, but we sit in our boxers talking quietly late into the night. The air carries a chill that drives us under the covers, and then our hands and lips begin to roam.
Unlike so many of our reunions, filled with urgency and frantic kisses, this one is shrouded in a sort of reverence as we explore each other, savoring the intimate knowledge we share.
Edward pressing slowly into me feels like home.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
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It feels right, and like home because it it ;)
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