Mirroring
Mirroring
Written by dornish queen
Characters: left ambiguous
DO NOT READ UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS; IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANYTHING IN THE WARNINGS, I STRONGLY ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ
Trigger Warnings: suicide ideation (descriptive), nudity, cock warming, light smut, more fluff and comfort
Notes: I couldn’t think of a better title for this one. No character models were used; no celebrity featured. I was going to write in Pedro as the boyfriend, but with the topic being dark, I didn’t want to associate this with anyone specific. So, characters are ambiguous. I am considering discontinuing this series. I feel it may get too dark at times.
“What happened while I was gone?” His fingers caressing down the side of your body, your fingers mirroring his actions.
You lay with each other side by side, facing each other. You enjoy moments like this where it’s quiet and your both completely naked with each other, but there’s no expectations for anything. You both just live in the moment with each other. Two souls bare in every way. Sometimes you have deep conversations and just fall asleep like this. Other times, all you do is mirror each other’s touch. Sometimes there is sex, sometimes not, but there is always intimacy and openness.
“What happened while I was gone? He repeats and you hesitate just long enough for him to break contact with you. You feel his fingers tuck a stray hair behind your ear as he looks into your eyes. He can tell you haven’t been eating properly, his eyes keep moving toward your hip bones, more pronounced.
“I took some pills.”
“And…” He knows. He always knows.
“I went online to look for a gun.”
He takes your hand that was caressing his hip and brought it up to his lip, his facial hair tickled the top of your hand. You see him close his eyes tight and felt his breath grow heavy.
“What did you do?” He said quietly, still holding your hand to his lips.
“I didn’t buy it. I only looked.” Finally, he was looking at you, his eyes creased. “I had a bad night and I thought it would help.”
“And did it? Help?” He seemed to move his body closer to you.
“No…I just felt stupid afterwards…and…” You break contact with his eyes and take your hand away from him and begin stroking his shoulders, as though you are searching for something, anything familiar.
“and what?” He presses gently, feeling your tension build.
“…broken. I feel broken.” You don’t realize that he’s stroking your hips in the same way you are caressing his shoulder.
“And the pills? How many?”
“Not a lot. Just enough to make me sleep.” You saw the crease in his eyes again, like he doesn’t believe you. And you feel yourself beginning to panic. “I was afraid of myself, that’s all. I just wanted to sleep and hope the next day would be better.”
“Why didn’t you call me? We talked about this.” He was challenging your thoughts. But not in a way that made you feel threatened.
“I know. I wanted to do it on my own. Manage on my own. I didn’t want to bother you.” You close your eyes, and let your hands roam across his body and he lets you.
“I want you to bother me. I NEED you to bother me when you feel like this.”
Your hands continue to roam, coming to a stop automatically at his length. You feel his soft curls twirl between your fingers. The touch of him calms your sniffles and then you feel him twitch in your hand.
“I’m sorry.” You pulled back with an embarrassed giggle. But he just pulls you in suddenly, his arms completely around you, holding you tight. Your head buried against his chest.
“What do you have to be sorry about, babe?” he sounded so amused. “You have that affect on me. I’m not sorry about that.”
You realize how pointless it is to feel even remotely embarrassed. You are naked after all and begin to laugh with him. Two naked fools just holding each other and laughing.
You scoot up to meet his lips with yours. You shower him with a fleury of small kisses, ending with a deep slow kiss. He explores your mouth with his slowly. You feel him growing harder, wedged between your legs. You feel his palm on you, his fingers circling your entrance, as his tongue intertwines with yours.
“You have that affect on me too.” You pause for a moment to catch your breath, eyes connecting.
Then all of a sudden, you both burst into a fit of giggles.
“Why are we laughing?” You try to say as you attempt to hold in a giggle with no success.
“I don’t know!” He giggled into your ear. “You started it!”
“You’re still hard!” You laughed louder, as you stroke him.
“I know! It’s your fault!” He laughs as he pulls you on top of him, making nibbling sounds against your neck.
“Do you want me to keep you warm tonight, Love?” You breathe and nuzzle into his ear, finally calming down after a moment.
He nods and begin to spoon, his chest presses against your back. He slides in smoothly from behind you as you feel his hands cup your breast. Are you warming him? Or is he keeping you warm and safe? Perhaps a little of both.
You feel the calm pull of sleep when you hear him whisper into your ear. “Promise me.”
You make a noise in response. “Promise to stay.”
And as you fall asleep, his voice repeats in your head as you feel him joined with you. His voice and body anchoring you to reality.
9/29/2020