“Thank you,” Eliza said to Rafe, standing up. She was still sore all over, but it was time for him to go.
For a broken up couple, they had collaborated nicely on getting her to this point. She was still in pain all over, and was taking pain meds to alleviate some of it. But she was ready to move around.
“Of course.”
They looked at each other. He was not pleading, and she did not want him to. It was over, wasn’t it clear? But it still felt so cold to just let him go. Even though she knew he had already moved on, she did not know with who, but she knew him and could tell.
So not to be cold, she hugged him. And like a match lit, he kissed her and touched her every spot that did not hurt. Between her legs for instance, where she had not even touched herself for days. His finger lingered there, and he knew her—how to make her wet. Countering the pain that she had in trying to move, she was not broken there.
A deep moan, so deep it was almost volcanic surged from her and he covered her mouth as if she was resisting. She was not. She was not sure what her body was capable of, but he had started her up and he had to finish her off. She wrapped her arms about him, and pressed her cheek to his chest. He pulled her close to him, and turned her chin up to his gently. Standing up had been a ginger affair, but he spread her back down over her mattress and pulled her robe apart. She was still, as he kissed her mouth slowly down to her breasts, and never once stopped touching her between her legs. She came like a cough, so suddenly and automatically and still he did not stop.
Touching her.
She remained on her side after, looking at him as he pulled her robe back together. He sat up, and she put her hand on his thigh.
“Thank you again,” she said, and he smiled.
He made sure that she remembered she was a woman, and that was the kindest thing he could have done for her because she had forgotten amidst all of her pain. He bent to kiss her.
“I will always love you, always.”
Eliza felt the tears come to her eyes, and he cooed and kissed her cheek as her tears spilled and wiped them up.
“I don’t want you to cry anymore Eliza, not over me.”
She smiled through her tears, as he kissed her again and then got up from the bed. The weight of his body was a loss, as he walked away from the bed and out of the door.
This was their final collaboration.
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It seems like the right thing to do… their final collaboration…
Rebel xox
yeah, it has been too long for them to have animosity. it did not feel right to me…but always depends on what the next prompt is from you!🤔