Sta.sh
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I woke up with you lying next to me, sweating and crying, saying your arm was killing you. How the hell did you fuck your arm up, but I couldn't ask you that, because you were hurt and you needed me. I pulled you closer to me and then held you in my arms and love, you looked like a baby searching for his mother's chest, and I felt like crying because you were so beautiful.
"let's bathe you"
you didn't even have the strength to tell me you'd do it yourself and then I knew it wasn't just about your arm, but your whole body was aching and your mind was grieving and you felt like you were dying. I took you to the bathroom and started to undress you, your still warm clothes lying on the dirty floor. You were cold so I hugged you.
"don't hug me, I stink"
and then I told you you smell like home to me.
I looked at your beautiful body and I rejoice and cried my heart in, because if I cried my heart out you'd realize that I was just as weak and you'd think I couldn't take care of you. hell, you are so beautiful. your body sweating, your big brown burning eyes, your huge and tired brown eyes. you never rest enough, boy.
I got you into the bathtub and turned the hot water on, and started to bathe you. washed your hair twice and kissed your forehead and nose.I got myself into the bathtub with you, and washed your belly and your legs and all the other parts of your body.
dryed your body with a towel and dragged you to your room and turned the lights out and sat on the top of you. Both naked, in your messy bed, in that warm, dark room, with no light but the one coming out of your iPod. Your bedroom matching my hair, the smell of you all around me. And I fucking rejoice. I fucking do, because your room feels good because it somehow became my home. That's where I create beautiful memories and where I can sleep and feel allright. There's no screaming there except our orgasms and it feels nice because I know we'll spend the rest of our lives in a bedroom where the only sound will be laugh and orgasms. We'll hold happiness inside our bodies like they're some sort of cages and we'll keep it there forever.
I fucked you hard. I fucked you hard because you were stressed and you needed to calm down and you were sad and I was tired and we were wet and we wanted to fuck hard. But, damn you, I fucked you, mostly because I loved you. Because I do love you.
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