Telling Stories-The Love Jones Episode

Last month I had the pleasure and the honor to participate in the Telling Stories Love Jones Zoom hosted by my Spelman sis, the lovely Miss Diana Vega. I told the story of how me and the Mister came to live in our own little Happily Ever After. You can find the video here. I come in around the 44 minute mark. OR you can just read it for yourself here. Enjoy!

New York City. Fall 2000.

I had just moved here from Atlanta for grad school.

I am not from Atlanta but was willing to give NYC as least as long as I had given ATL.  I had VERY early 2000 dreams of what moving here would be like. I dreamed of meeting a Black male artist that was as practical as he was creative.  we’d live in Brooklyn (of course) brunching on weekends while sharing The NYTimes and talking about EVERYTHING.

My homegirl from undergrad and I were invited to a party so we got gussied up and went. The Event was in a dope space somewhere near Chinatown but not quite IN Chinatown. They played the cult classic Faster Pussycat, Kill, KILL on the walls and HipHop on the speakers. I sat at a table on the upper level people watching and making up stories about the folks I observed when I saw him.

He looked up at me JUST as My eyes landed on him. He has the most piercing stare I have EVER seen. it’s damn near lupine and chile, I certainly was ready to be Little Red to his Big Bad Wolf! He was the most beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes on. I’m far from religious, but He looked like Black Jesus. He had locs that were as long as my legs….i wondered how they would feel on my thighs. 

I had to figure out how to talk to him. I scurried downstairs from THE UPPER ROOOM & spent the last few minutes of the party eye fucking him before it was time to go.... We didn’ t speak that night but since he was one of the event promoters. I swore to myself and the baby Black Jesuses I knew we would one day have that I would be back at this party as often as I had to be to make him mine. 

My second time at the partay I ain’ t waste no time. My homegirl and I pregamed in my dorm room so I had plenty of liquid courage coursing through my veins. I batted my eyes at him until we found ourselves sitting on a banquette together and talking for the ENTIRE night. I told him I was a writer. He told me that he was an independent Hip Hop artist. 

Remember that daydream I had about what I hoped to find in NYC? As we talked I heard that Quincy Jones song Septembro playing in my head. Being a Drama major, EVERYTHING  in my life has a soundtrack.

In that darkly lit lounge at a party hosted by Brand Nubian, I saw my future with this Brooklyn born and bred MC. I think I hooked him the moment I referenced how Lord Jamaar had the worst death on the show OZ. “How wack is it to die in jail from eating eggs?”

We exchanged 2way info that night.

What followed was a rollercoaster of a courtship that felt like it spanned decades but really was barely only a year.

NYC Nightlife was our playground. He had to work and we HAD to see each other. I scheduled all of my spring semester classes after 12pm so that I could be out with him until dawn. 

SO many dark overproof nights spent in darker clubs pressing each other pressing against speakers until the rhythm of the music and our heartbeats were one and the same. If he dared not pay attention to me, I would tickle his ears with his locs. Before we parted I’d tie the ends in knots. He called them forget-me-knots.

We were legos who just fit together no matter how we were placed. Like magnets whose pull was so strong NOTHING could get between us. We were madly, wildly, passionately in love. Our arguments were mercurial. Our making up celestial. We could have been the Hip Hop version of La Boheme, or Rent; in lieu of a terminal illness, one of us had an entanglement elsewhere. The other one of us thought we could live with it, but ultimately we parted ways in an ugly fashion. 

And then....

Radio silence.

2004 Valentine’s Day I went to Club Cheetah. it was one that held MANY memories from our time together. I wasn’t surprised when I saw him. We chatted, closely.  Having been in my cups for hours, I got my Mae West on &  invited him to come on up & see me later. He accepted my invitation then had second thoughts and went home instead..

2006 I was out with a seat-filler, (you know, someone who isn’t REALLY who you want to be with but in the words of Zora, will do in case of a rush, or until something better comes along.) Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. It was a quick glance but I knew it was him. I averted my eyes and walked past as if he were anyone else on a bustling train platform. I was trying to give the lame I was with a chance. As we passed, something electric charged through me and my breath caught. I felt him stop a few paces behind me clearly feeling the same, yet neither of us spoke. 

For years we continued to bump into each other OFTEN in the most random of places. We could fill a whole page of Missed Connections with our encounters. The universe knows what you need even if you are too foolish to realize it. 

December 3rd, 2014 my younger brother died suddenly. my love found out and reached out to offer his condolences. 

6months later, he lost his best friend suddenly. June to November 2015 we chatted on messenger sorta like a small support group of only 2. On Veteran’s Day we met for dinner/drinks. When we first got there it was awkward. somewhere between round 2 and 3 of margaritas damn near 15 years evaporated and like no time had passed, we were back.

We made up for lost time QUICKLY. doing anything else felt unnatural. 

It wasn’t ever a conversation about IF we were going to get married, but WHEN. We picked the palindrome August 18th, 2018 because it contains 3 infinity signs; for the past, present, and future lifetimes we loved or would love each other in. We got engaged at the top of the Empire State Building in October of 2017 and a month later we were pregnant. When we found out we were having a girl, he beamed and said “Baby, we are having another you!” It doesn’t get much more #girldad than that. 

July 2018 we welcomed our baby Lola into our lives. 5 weeks later On 8-18-18, better known as THE hottest day in tarnation, we got married on the Brooklyn Bridge with a New Orleans Brass Band as our processional music. 

I dreamed my husband up. Through some miracle I was lucky enough to discover that the man of my dreams not only existed, but dreamed me up as I did him. He is my partner, my lobster, my best friend. We trust each other wholeheartedly and without reservation. We can communicate whole sentences with just a glance. We make each other laugh like no one else can and love nothing more than piling up in our home with our two and four legged toddlers eating good and listening to music. We are living the life we BOTH always dreamed. 

#41014 Love's Sophomore, aka Don't Fck It Up

After watching HIM walk, everything else seems sub par.
Everything else is just everything else.
He will either be my greatest love or my greatest ruin.
He who I will make legend.
He who I will make mine.
I just want to drink wine and eat decadent foods with him and fuck and drink and eat some more until we are both completely spent.
He makes me believe again.
      makes me think my happily ever after could be a tangible thing
      makes me want to spit blessings instead of heart broken curses on the page.

Am I to be the fool again?
If I am to be love's fool, at least let me be love's sophomore.
At least let me be old enough to know better and young enough not want to.
To know better than to listen to or believe any and everything I'm listening to and believing,
but I'm still here
Ignorance is bliss & I've already said how overjoyed I am to be HIS fool.

I may have said the wrong thing to the right man,

Again.
I doubt too often,
long for too much,
drink too much,
spend too much,
and love much too easily
with too little to show for it.
& now I may make another bad decision instead of spending another night alone.

May make another poor life choice for the sake of warm arms around me.
May claim another empty notch on my lipstick case to preserve pretend pride.
Taste the tongue of another in the name of licking my own wounds

Said the wrong thing again.
Now I may be sleeping solo again,
Not for lack of choice,
But because I may have made the wrong one again.
Let the wrong one affect me and fck up with the right one,
Again.
Said the wrong thing to the right man, again.
Lacked patience and been hasty.
I've heard that doing the same shit over and over and expecting different results is the definition of Insanity.
I've read this script before with different cast members, more than a few times...
Doesn't that make me batshit crazy or just a writer in desperate need of a rewrite?

#022714 In My Cups

Who's gonna take you home if it isn't me?

I was too drunk to still be out.  Too drunk to interact with strangers. He didn't feel like a stranger since we'd been talking so closely for so long. For him to hold my attention for as long as he had, he must have been able to hold his own in conversation. He certainly was pretty, but I wasn't sure if this was someone I wanted to wake up next to. There was too much 80 proof in my veins and too many nights of sleeping alone weighing on my mind... I really only wanted to feel someone's feet next to mine at the end of the bed.  Wanted to nuzzle into someone's who wanted to hold me's arms. I couldn't tell if the man I was sloppily flirting with was that person or not, but he would do. Right?

#9311 JUST friends

We were 

JUST friends,

but that didn't dull the sting,
not even a little bit.

You left.

I was celebrating and hadn't even planned on seeing you.
I'd put all thoughts of you

and what I really wanted from you

out of my mind.

Somehow,
you manifested
and
you
just
being
there
tortured
me.

Being just close enough,
but somehow not close enough.

Right then,

I wanted you more than I wanted wealth.

Right then,

I wanted you more than I wanted fame.

Right then,

I wanted you more than I wanted to be free.

Why would I want freedom when I could be bound to you?
Why would I want freedom when I could be braiding my limbs to you?

You rested your hand
                  your hands
on my body....

Through my dress,

I wanted every single one of those digits to memorize every single piece of me.

Through my dress,

your fingertips burned into my skin the words you pretended not to want to say.

But you were leaving shortly.

You were leaving the event
                 leaving our unspoken conversation
                 leaving me

your friend

to go and see another.

You didn't say it.

I could read it in the pain of your expression

I could read it in the way you said

you had to go

as if waiting for me to give you a reason to stay.

I couldn't say what I was thinking.

After all,

We were JUST friends.

I couldn't say to you

She's not me

Isn't

Won't be

Can't be

All you need and want

She has you tonight when I want you

She has you tonight when I danced with you

for the second time

She has you tonight when 

I've put an hour's extra effort into how I look

                                                     how I smell

                                                     how I feel

All for you

All to let you know I hear what you're thinking.

Yet,

You left me to go and see her

Whoever she is doesn't matter.

She's not me.

Isn't

Won't be

Can't be

All you need and want

I shouldn't care.

We're JUST supposed to be

JUST friends

I'm on one tonight.

I'm killing it tonight.

I'm serving tonight.

                              serving lipslegsandlashes tonight

I caught you staring at my lipslegsandlashes

I want those fingers on my lipslegsandlashes

The fact that those fingers won't know me tonight,

intimately

won't touch me in the morning like J Cole said

won't make me grateful for waiting 

ALL THIS TIME

for you

won't make me gasp as if on the place I touch real late when all alone and call your name

because of course,

we're JUST friends

Neither of us wants this.

You know as well as I do

If your eyes hadn't told on you,

your hands certainly did

those hands that didn't fight my hem as my moves made it move dangerously north

those hands that rested far too low on my curves 

those hands that burned intentions through my dress as you pulled me too close

It was late

and so you left

                  left the event

                  left our unspoken conversation

                  left me

JUST your friend

to go and see another.

You didn't say it

I could read it in the pain of your expression

I could read it in the way you said

you had to go.

I tried dancing with others, but their hands felt clumsy

I tried dancing with others, but they told me to put my phone away.

I kept it close in case you changed your mind

I watched the door in case you changed your mind

                              in case you realized what I already know

You deserve better

You could do better

I promise

I'm better

-tygerlily

#3911 Come Hither

 

She had on too much perfume.

She didn't mean to put on so much, but she knew he loved the way it smelled so she doused herself in it. It was a blend of oils she'd made up and called "Come Hither." She only wore it when she was definitively on the prowl. This combination could and had had detrimental affects when worn carelessly.  A lover once told her it smelled like the best sex he ever had.  Tonight, she applied it to all the places she wanted him to kiss.
Wrists
Nape of her neck
Valley between her busom
Backs of her knees
Small of her back
Her navel
The meeting of her thighs
It had been so long since she'd last....seen him and he was only in town for the night. She hadn't even planned on going out that night, but since she was out, she wanted to make sure he knew shewas there before he could even see me. She wanted to linger in the air.

Would he look the same?

She made her rounds 'round the table, greeting and air kissing until she got to him. He stood, opened his arms then slid them around my waist under her open jacket and pulled her to him so effortlessly. She had fully meant to keep her distance in the embrace, but instead, feeling those arms around that waist....she was back in the familiar place both of them fought so hard so often to forget. She nestled into that familiar faraway place, her head resting in the valley of his neck and just inhaled him, as she was sure he was inhaling her. He bowed his head and ran his finger from her collarbone to her cheek and back again. She craned her neck eagerly anticipating the bites he used to plant where his thumb now danced. He planted a soft kiss an inch or two lower than he should have for it to only be a kiss of greeting.

When she felt his lips on her neck, she forgot where she was, forgot who she was, or what she was supposed to be doing.

"I know that scent well." He whispered into her ear as he took a deep breath of her scent. His breath almost felt like a growl in his chest as he took a hit of her intoxicating smell. It emanated off of her. His face was still much too close and much too low to be as innocent as she was feigning this encounter to be.

Just as quickly, he pulled away and held her at arms length, a wry smile on his lips as he drank her in visually. She battled with her legs to invent a steadiness she certainly wasn't feeling. He'd made her weak. So much for them just being friends. No one at the table even batted an eye. The whole exchange had been less than half a minute, but a lifetime of their encounters washed over her in that instant.

They sat at the table in close enough proximity to tell a thousand secrets to one another with their eyes and careful smiles. Without speaking they made dirty promises about what they would do to one another if ever they were able to escape the rest of their party. The drinks flowed easily. Her clothes felt too heavy and she was disinterested in the meal. She looked at him an he bit his lower lip ever.so.slightly.... She got fidgety and impatient.

She excused myself from the table and felt his eyes consuming her as she walked. He felt her wetness around him from across the table, across the room and his eyes continued to devour her as she moved slowly away from him and the party they were with. Knowing he was thinking about the same thing she was caused her to inhale slowly and hold tight her muscles at the entry to her love. There was no certainty they would be able to make good on what they were both so close to they could taste it. She didn't want to get her hopes up. She strode as confidently as she could towards the ladies' room. The hallway was dark and long and narrow and led to a tiny water closet with a pull string light.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

The flush she was feeling had crept up her neck to her cheeks. She rinsed her hands under cool water, wet up a paper towel and pressed it to her neck to try and sober up from this longing that had made her dizzy. She'd hoped the wet paper would help to cool her hunger.

When she thought she'd collected herself, she opened the too small door and stepped out only to be met with him standing a few feet down the hall propped against the wall, head hung ever so slightly. His presence startled her and she stumbled back. There was a tiny ledge between the door and the hallway and seeing him there caused her to slip and almost fall. He darted forward to save her, one arm slid into the small of her back and the other into her hand.

Around him, she even fell gracefully.

He righted her and she found herself up against the wall trying to catch/steady her breath, her pulse doing a step routine in my ears. They were frozen as if caught in a moment on a faraway dance floor. His arm round her waist, his other hand holding hers slightly above their heads. He leaned her arm against the door jam and allowed his arm to sloooowly travel down her wrist, her elbow, up her shoulder, cross her collarbone until his finger traced the line of her jaw to her chin. The soft pallate of her throat fit perfectly between his thumb and forefinger and still holding her by the throat he commanded her her neck upwards to welcome his kiss. With just those two fingers, he had the strength to hold her exactly where he wanted her. He had her by her neck pressed against the doorjam, the mass of his body against her. She couldn't get away if she wanted to and there was not a drop of fear in her heart. She liked how he held her.

Something about the danger of it made her pulse quicken.
Something about the aggression of it let her know exactly where he was waking up the next morning.
Too much needed to happen for them to part ways at the end of the meal.

Her chest rose against him. He left no room between them for it to fall.

Over his shoulder, she saw a busboy darting towards them,
misunderstanding the encounter and trying to come to her rescue much too late.
She welcomed his kiss.
She welcomed his arms holding her to him.
She welcomed all of the possibilities that night had to offer.

-----------------------
The dim light creeping around the curtains let her know they hadn't slept at all. He laid head to foot on the bed drinking in her legs through his hands. He'd run his fingers from heel to thigh, then glide his open palm over the vast expanse of her legs as if trying to memorize them or cover them in his fingertips. He kissed them, licked them, bit them, embraced them, held them. Even with morning-after hair and makeup she'd never felt as beautiful as she did that morning in his eyes as he devoured her legs. She'd never felt so tall, so supple, so womanly as she did laying across that hotel bed that morning.

Laying with him

Her skin was so awake with passion... she could feel the difference in the callouses on his hands, the soft pads of his fingertips....They were drowsy with sleep and longing for each other but too afraid to let the minutes pass by sleeping through the morning....after all, he was only in town for the night, and the night was running away from them fast.

She turned her gaze away from him briefly into the pillow and was met with her own scent mingling with his. Her breath seized sharply when she felt him wanting more against her thigh.

One hand slid effortlessly up her calves, up her thighs, making small circles 'round her belly as if saluting the home of the baby they joked of making.... up higher and higher, dancing along one breast, then the other until he had her neck once again cradled between those fingers of his.  His mouth followed the same path his hand had taken. She arched under each slow, wet kiss...each one eliciting a soft gasp from her parted mouth.  He climbed her slowly with his mouth til she pulled him close to her, so very close to her. She panted against the same place her face had nestled into hours earlier when they were still clothed.

He looked at her. She looked back. Their eyes met. Their stare answered hundreds of questions. Usually one to look away as she writhed with want, she held his gaze, smiled at him. He smiled back. They both inhaled deeply and then,
he entered her just as he was and she let him in....
-tygerlily

#22311 skype

he was where he was
and she was where she was
and that wasn't the same place
geographically or otherwise.

they both wanted to keep in
touch.

they both wanted to be
touched.

she needed to be
touched
so desperately.

they logged on.

she looked at him.

he looked at her.

they made idle chatter for a while
and then
she leaned a certain way
and her shirt hung lower than it should've.

he caught a glance of more than he should've.

he said things he shouldn't've.

she blushed.

pulled her shirt up instantly
but kinda liked the things he said.

kinda wanted him to say more.

definitely wanted him to say more.

so
she leaned again
accidentally on purpose
and let more of her shirt fall forward

"seems like it's in the way, you might as well just take it off,"

he said.

she did.

she watched him bite one side of his lower lip
imagined it was her mouth biting that lip
even found herself biting her own in effigy.

she could taste how sweet his mouth was.

staring at him
staring at her
vulnerable
and
naked before him
with nothing but two monitors between them
the hundreds of miles between them disappeared.

she bit her finger
she bit her lip
nervous
uncomfortable
scared
and
excited all at once
and he
well,
he was excited too.

her hand traveled
slowly
deliberately
along her torso
let her fingers dance along the curve of her breast.

he watched
imagining her fingers were his
remembering how soft her skin felt.

her hands became his as she let her hand travel
lower
slower
and through the screen
he parted her thighs
the smallest moan escaped her lips.

he bit his lower lip again
remembering how her warm felt.

she saw him biting and remembered how good his hands felt
when they danced across her skin.

she saw him biting and remember how good his mouth felt
when he traced her with the tip of his tongue
covering her body with kisses
with bites.

they both remembered.

her hands became his.

his hands became hers.

each one of them staring
into the screens
into each other's eyes.

staring into each other's eyes was
intense.

their hands covering each other's bodies

reaching across the miles to
feel each other.

his breathing quickened.

he let out a deep sigh.

something about hearing that sigh
made her start to run down his fingers.

she let out a deep sigh.

he could feel that she was ready for him.

she could feel he was ready for her.

she let him slide his fingers inside her
and
welcomed him with another low guttural moan.

he reciprocated by allowing her to wrap her fingers 'round him
and he liked it.

he mmmmed with approval.

they both wanted to be
touched.

they needed to be
touched.

and she touched him
and he touched her
across the miles
through the screens

they touched
and moaned
and writhed against
each others imaginations.

eyes squeezed shut
willing sense memories to the mind's surface.

ignoring the space.

ignoring the distance.

until,
each gasped.

she arched and he plunged one
last
glorious
time
and
then
all
fell
silent

and time stopped.

but for their panting in unison
each would have forgotten the other was there.

the opened their eyes

she stared at her long distance lover
and smiled,
coyly,
innocently.

he returned her smile as if it were the kiss they both missed
and stared at her
sated for now,
but sure to want more again.

"wow...tomorrow night?"
-tygerlily

#12611 He Called Me Lucky

She remembers the first time he showed her his scars….
she’d gone to 2 for 1 margaritas and on a whim sent him a text to see if he was free that evening.
they’d been sexting back and forth for what felt like years but really had only been a few months.
It had only been since memorial day and it wasn’t even labor day yet.
He said he was coming through
She didn’t know what to do.
She was new
She was new again.
She hadn’t been new in a while, and she was very, very new.
He came over
Traversed all the boros he had to get through to get to her
And he was there
He was there and just as fine as all the pictures he’d sent her over the months had made him out to be.
She was afraid.
She was afraid of disappointment
She was afraid the anticipation would outlive the possibility
She was afraid that they hype would be greater than the hump.
He pulled up his pants leg and showed her his scars.
There were so many of them
So many places but somehow, they worked for him.
So deeply imbedded in the curvature of the muscles of his leg
They were
Perfect
scars
Almost more perfect than the ones he’d paid for on his arms.

She’d had 2 for 1 margaritas and had to follow up with something when she got home ‘cause she was not typically the kind of girl who did things like that….

Isn’t that always what all the girls who typically do stuff like this say say before they do something like this again?
He sat on the floor
She sat on the edge of the couch
Watching him
Rub one scar and then another
And
It was just something about being close to a man that
GODDAMNED FINE
In her house who wanted to be with her enough to travel as far as he did to get there.

She pounced.
She didn’t mean to pounce,
I promise you she didn’t
She didn’t even realize she was stratteling him and that one lobe of that delightful ear
his one delightful unpierced ear was in her mouth.
She sat facing him and his hands cupped her buttocks as if he were going to offer her up in to the heavens in thanks for what she was doing to

His neck
His ear
His neck
His ear
His collarbone

Up to his chin
Up to those lips
Those lips to this day still make her quiver

She saved a picture of him to her mental harddrive and every now and again she opens it to remember what those lips did to the many,many,many inches of her long frame again and again and again….

It was his fault
If he hadn’t shown her those scars and how they formed dimples on those amazing legs of his
She wouldn’t have done it
But she did

And now
His hands are now up her back
His hands are now in the nape of her neck
Holding it back
Two fists full of her hair
Craning her neck away from his mouth so that he could take her in the way that she had taken him in

His hands had none of the callouses that a man of his musculature should have had.
His hands felt like they should have spent his life embroidering
No scars on those

She couldn’t even remember how their shirts came off
But she did remember feeling as though in that split moment when his amazing torso pressed against her breast first time that she probably should’ve never done anyone or anything but him.

He wrapped his arms around her completely.
He could wrap his arm,
one arm
around her all the way.
She felt small and frail in his strong embrace and she liked it.
She liked the way it made her feel.
It made her bold

She pulled her own hair
She pulled herself back down to devour that mouth.

Without so much as a grunt a moan or a forced breath he stood holding her
She wrapped her serpentine self him
Her legs clinging to his waist as though that was where they had always intended to be.
His arms around her
And the next thing she knew they were somehow undressed
Neither of them remembers how it happened
She remembers one of those scars brush ever so slightly against her inner thigh
She felt the scar and then his nipple drag closer to her knee
as his face went lower
and lower
and lower
covering every molecule of her flesh with kisses.
She hadn’t planned on it going here
They were just going to make out,
She thought
But, make out they did like BANDITS
The way that he was making her feel she soaked his mouth, his chin, his mustache, his beard,
She didn’t know she could get as wet as she was.
She
Just
soaked
him.

And
He
Liked
It.

He moaned as he devoured her.
As he stuck his tongue deep inside her
In a place where no one had been in sooo long.
Nobody had been there in such a while.

She turned the light off and lost track of where she was
But somehow she could still see colors
She could still see the notes that the slow jams mixtape she’d put together were singing
And she couldn’t even read music.

He felt
SPECTAULAR
He felt like every moan she had wasted on any and every one who came before him

And when he finally tore the wrapper open
and
covered himself in a sheath and slid into her
When he finally got inside her

Sweet Lord and Baby Jesus
She
felt
like
she
was
new

She was new
He made her new
And she didn’t want to know anything but him
He knew how new she felt.
And instead of being cocky or arrogant or stuck up or disgusting
He moaned as if he was new as well.

Their new newness
Their joint newness
Made her even wetter
And she felt herself sliding against him,
She felt herself rocking with him,
Towards him
Against him
Under him

He slid one of those softly strong into the small of her back
Cupped her buttocks
And pulled her closer in
She couldn’t help it
She shrieked

He looked at her startled and didn’t know what to make outta the sound she just made
It sounded like someone just cut the throat out of a live rooster
She said
“I am so sorry….It’s just that you are sooo fcking…..”

and she couldn’t even finish the rest sentence
‘cause he was soooo fcking her sooo fcking well.

Then he started to say her name

She lost it

She lost control

He just kept panting her name into her neck
“Lucky….” She heard him moan

“Lucky!” She heard him moan

as he started to go harder

“LUCKY!!!.” She heard him moan….

And she couldn’t remember his name ‘cause she’d only invited him over for a few drinks so she just said

“Yes, baby! YES Baby! YES BABY!!!”

And he kept calling her Lucky and all she felt ‘cause she certainly was to be something that felt like that
And Lucky she became.

That night he held her ALL
Night
Long.
Long after they were winding against each other’s pelvises
Long after they’d made a sweaty puddle against her new Egyptian cotton sheets
He held her in that puddle.
She was perfectly willing to give him the spaces he thought he was going to need
So she rolled over.

He took one of those chiseled arms, slid it underneath her
Pulled her to him
Wrapped her in the other one
Nuzzled the back of her neck from her kitchen to her collarbone
Kissed her across as much of her breast as he could without folding her and breaking her bones in those oh-so-strong arms of his

And then

They went to sleep

She felt part of him still hard against her
She felt part of him still hard rubbing on the top of her thigh
And she almost forgot she didn’t really know him
And
Almost let him slide back in
But he was sleep
She felt the twitch of his slumber
She felt the sleep in the breaths he exhaled along her neck
Breathing softly on her neck
Breathing sweetly as a new baby

They were new
He knew how new they were and he let it be amazing.
-tygerlily