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52 Week Prompt Table

Without

Love

Trust

Voices

Charm

Impulsive

Silence

Pattern

Small

Wish

Mistake

Death

Regret

Skin

Hate

Lost

Tomorrow

Broken

Maybe

Ultimatum

Train

Nightmare

Past

Weak

Control

Secret

Lie

Fear

Risk

Reward

Delusion

Memory

Pain

Time

Alone

Lonely

Trouble

Winter

Summer

Fall

Spring

Hide

I'm Here

Try Again

Escape

Touch

Instinct

Hands

Choice

Coffee

Sunlight

Glass

by killthecake

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Week 2: Hands

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His hands were like velvet against my skin, satin trails traced down my frame with silk fingers. Does he know what those soft, smooth digits do to me? I think he must know, with the expert way he seems to touch all the right places, at the exact right moment, all to earn the delicate hum that rests low in my throat. Another swift stroke inside my thigh makes it a gasp caught on the way out and he laughs.

I love it when he laughs, it's the most pure sound in the world. Probably because it doesn't happen very often. He's a mostly serious person, most of the time. Even a chuckle is rare form for a person like him. But he does it so beautifully on those rare moments they happen.

The world tilts on its axis and everything's blinding white heat for one desperately blissful moment, until it's over as quick as it started. Stardust still tingles against every inch of my skin, burning bright-hot when the velvet of his hands traces back up, up, up until he's curled up behind me, arm settled against my middle like he has to hold me in place or risk me leaving forever. As if such things could ever be dreamed of.

I'd never give up that burning silk touch.