just a drabble :)

[mickeym]

for darkseaglass, because she demanded asked so nicely ;)



Early morning breeze coming in through the open window, and it's salty and sharp, and there's nowhere in the world better than here. The air is cool, almost chilly in the pre-dawn, but there's warmth beside you. He's on his belly, sheet riding low, exposing the broad expanse of his back, caramel-colored skin begging for kisses. You lean in, breathing in the scent of him, of heat and sex, and it's sharp and salty, too.

You taste him, mouth moving over his skin, tracing invisible patterns. He shudders and rolls, mumbles, "awake, Caro?"

Your answer is lost in his kiss.