You walk through the door. I have been waiting for this moment for what feels like years. In reality it has been little more than a week. You pull me into the gentle embrace I long for. You kiss me gently and brush my hair back from my face. "Did you miss me little one?" That wicked little smile creeps onto Your face as Your hands tighten in my hair. Your eyes tell me I belong on the floor and I sink to my knees. I cannot live without seeing that loving look in Your eyes. The wicked glint that follows makes me shake in anticipation of what is to come...
Oh for fuck's sake. I'm not finishing this. I'll just wait for it to happen. "Grins."
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Play nice.