You snap your hips up and he retreats, pulling you back from the edge, and you
mutter prayers under your breath.
“How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?” you whisper.
"Tell me," he gasps.
"One... Just one."
"That's a fucking huge pin, Sean."
He spirals down, light as a feather, heavy as a boulder crushing you and you burn
with the friction of his passage. His eyes are hooded and moonlight gilds the long
line of his throat.
You scream his name and white light explodes behind your eyelids.
And for a moment...
...there are two.
~~~~~
mutter prayers under your breath.
“How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?” you whisper.
"Tell me," he gasps.
"One... Just one."
"That's a fucking huge pin, Sean."
He spirals down, light as a feather, heavy as a boulder crushing you and you burn
with the friction of his passage. His eyes are hooded and moonlight gilds the long
line of his throat.
You scream his name and white light explodes behind your eyelids.
And for a moment...
...there are two.
~~~~~
| LE PETIT MORT |
