He looks up from his netbook and gives me a questioning look.
“I don’t know what to write about. Give me a situation, perhaps?”
There’s a bit of a silence before he stands up and walks over to me.
He leans over and claims my mouth, kissing me fiercely.
His beard scratches against my soft skin, but I like it.
His mouth feels like home.
He kisses my neck, leaving marks from his facial hair.
I moan, arching back against the bed.
All too soon it’s over.
He stands up and my head lolls against his stomach.
“Okay. That’ll do.”
(author’s note : I realize that this is quite a short post, so to make up for the lack of wordage, here’s a dancing Pikachu.)