[for ellen]

[manwithoutfear]

I've come to look forward to these moments, the aftermath often as enjoyable as the deed itself. Ellen's pulse flutters under my lips as I press a slow, sucking kiss to her throat, and though I've spent the past however long mapping her body through touch and taste, there remains all these little surprises just waiting to be discovered. My own limbs are loose and warm and so, so heavy, the best kind of exhaustion pulling me closer and closer towards sleep, but that doesn't stop me from taking my time in getting settled beside her, leaving a trail of wet kisses in my wake, fingers caressing her every curve.

(Perhaps I have my reputation for a reason.)

Practically humming out a sigh, I finally lay back onto the bed, pillowing my head with my arm as I stretch out my legs, toes curling. I really can't think of any better way to celebrate a year's enforced vacation; after all, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.