warmth

he is remembering the glow of her skin, blue in the light of the tv, hips soft beneath his fingers, long dark hair falling over her shoulders and tickling his face, the feel of her mouth, warm and wet, teeth scraping against his neck, the weight of her on him, straddling his hips, small, sure hands on his chest, his arms, his neck, carding through his hair, making his skin sing and buzz and tremble.

He is remembering her laugh, sharp and bright; the way she looked above him, head thrown back and mouth open; the easy give of her skin pressing against his, how soft to touch he knows she is, how malleable, how easy;