xxxHOLiC Clow/Yuuko lost boys and golden girls
This is not an addiction.
It is not their shared compulsion to alcohol, the ceaseless curves of their lips; not something which can be ostensibly controlled or cured.
And neither is there logic on which to cling, or even the excuse of experimentation – by now, he has mapped the entire expanse of her skin, like arcane symbols and sutras and spells; like magic that will spring forth only from under his hands.
There is only the shine of her, all sweat-slick skin and sinuous lines, stretched and spread and pulsing like a beacon, like she is somehow pointing him home.