Who: Chay & A Sleeping Cael What: Happy Birthday to me Where: RV. When: April 13th
I rolled over on the bed and my hand accidently touched the bare skin of the person lying next to me. I gave a smile and could feel the warm glow from my face down to my toes and back again. I loved these moments when I still felt the soft breath of him so close to me. I opened my eyes to the darkness of the bedroom and was face to face with a pair of eyelashes laying against his cheeks.
I liked these times, waking up before him, times when I could tease my fingers over his body feeling the coolness of his skin under it. That cool skin that so matched my own. His lashes were darker than his skin and stood out brilliantly against the pale beauty of his skin. I bent a soft kiss to them before moving on to explore with my fingers the like of his cheek and down over his chin.
Simple beauty in the night. My Mahyahshlehchah. my Coyote. I was rapidly falling for him. I knew looking at him that I would leave the bed late. Even if I was to go out to my dig site, he would be on my mind. Which of course I wasn't going to. It was my birthday. Everyone should have their birthday off. I pressed my lips along his neck exploring the slow pulse as it throbbed just a mere centimeters under the layer. Even in sleep he moved to embrace me, pulling me against him and I nearly moaned aloud - surely that would have woken him up. I bit into my lip to keep from doing so.
I didn't want him to wake up.
Yet.
I wanted to explore his body without blushing when I was caught doing just that. I smiled as I imagined the tattoo may be placed along his neck, just under his hair and slightly below the curve of his ear. I could imagine pushing his hair back and licking slowly over the spot. The problem I was having with the placement was getting the matching one placed on the same spot on me. Trusting another artist to incorporate the design, getting the color and shades right was difficult to do. I slid my leg down the outside of his. I have seen a tattoo of the hawk and coyote melded together.
I felt him stir about the waistline getting harder by each stroking caress and I knew that anytime now he would wake up from his slumber. I let my hands now slip to tease over his nipples and brushed against them with my palms.
Yes.
He would awaken soon for me.
Thečhíȟila? Most assuredly, but do I dare say it aloud?