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For longer than I can say, I’ve needed this:To exist within a perfect crystalline moment; his callused hands drifting along the back of my neck, slow and sweet like honey. The lights a golden hue, the sound of crisp, freshly-washed sheets rustling as our legs entwine; my soul shivering as my lips tingle with apprehension and elation.John is going to kiss me.His first kisses trickle onto my eyelids like summer raindrops; then to one corner of my mouth, then to another.For longer than I can say, I’ve wanted this:His warm body wrapped around mine, our noses pressed together as he cradles my head in his hands; our breaths mingling through exhalations like smoke and fog.John Watson.For longer than I can say, I’ve loved him.As he brushes his lips tentatively against mine, the air we breathe becoming louder and thicker—a surge of affection rises up in my sternum. I draw him closer, my lips involuntarily drifting apart, and John seals our mouths together to paint my tongue with his. I kiss him back like I mean it—and God, do I mean it.For longer than I can say, I’ve wanted to tell him, through kisses, whispered words, and murmured promises.
I’d give it all to you, darling, if you’d only let me.