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[nowt_movealong]

Title: Untitled
Challenge/Prompt: #70 - Thread
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Hmm, love?

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I am undone.

She’s picked and prodded at me: seductive words, long lingering looks, and finally her drugging endless kisses. Each foray probing for a weakness—an opening—the faintest hint of thread on which to seize.

Eventually I tire of the thrust and parry. On a clammy summer’s night which leaves us short of breath, I grant her access. “I am in love you.”

She stills. Not in wonderment, nor pleasure, nor contentment. There’s just a gleam of triumph in her eyes. “Oh.”

With one swift tug I am unraveled.

And yet I cannot bring myself to feel regret.

Comments

[deep_in_water]

"Eventually I tire of the thrust and parry."

I really enjoyed that metaphor. Very nice.