"You're on, Gray," she sung lightly, folding her legs up beneath her and resting them against his thigh. She liked that. His constant warmth and presence. Liked having someone to touch in the simplest and most innocent of ways. It had been a long time since touching like this had meant familiarity. Not money, or sex, or anything simple.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2010-05-12 06:08 am (UTC)