♥♥♥ Happy birthday, Kash! ♥♥♥
I hope that yours
is filled with only good things, and that you are surrounded by the
people who love you. I didn't have time to whip up much, but I hope
you'll accept a drabblet from me, and a promise that the next time I
see you, I'll buy you a drink. :)
"I need you," he says.
Hands
are on your face, chapped, rough palms, but perfect against your skin.
The look in his eyes is a plea, a desire, a command. You answer it
because you always have. You press closer and wind your arms around
him, clinging as if he could save you, as if you could wrap him around
you and cover yourself up.
It’s not until he covers your mouth and then the rest of you that you realize: he does need you.
You are a warm body, and he is an avalanche.