Confessions of a libra

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29.05.25

He entered my bloodstream like a slow releasing drug – pleasure curling through me molecule by molecule. My heart thrummed for his restraint, his consideration. How often he had watched me patiently in the shadows. Basking in my presence, craving a mere ray. I’d started thinking about him more often. Remembering the pauses, the gazes. The times I disarmed him. Everything was morphing. I wondered why I hadn’t thought about it sooner. I wondered why he hadn’t said anything. Was I too intimidating? I had always been told that. Was it respect or was it avoidance?

My heart ached. I took a drag, letting the heated smoke swirl in my lungs. As I exhaled my body came alive. I melted further into my bed. Maybe if I just let myself think about him right now, I can concentrate more later. I ration and reason. My eyes close and it unfolds before me like film.

I’m awoken by an arm snaking around my waist. My body feels heavy, but safe. His warmth eclipses me. I do a small sleepy wiggle of acknowledgement and I hear a chuckle behind me.

“Good Morning to you too,” he says in a croak.

“I don’t wanna move,” I whine in response. “Can the world wait?”

He chuckles again and gives me a tentative bite of the shoulder, “No Princess that’s not how it works.”

“Queen, I’ll have you know. Princess is reserved for when I’m being a brat,” my tone is low and my body is becoming more alive.

“You mean like wanting the world to wait for you,” he says looking down at me.

“Who asked you to be a smart alec this early in the morning?” I sass.

He giggles and holds me in a way that tickles as he starts attacking me with his lips. He’s disarmed me and I’m a mess of chuckles. I give him a retaliatory kiss.

“Let me go brush my teeth, damn.” I say after escaping his clutches.

We cook breakfast together. It isn’t planned it just kind of happened while we were talking. He is in a particularly cheery mood today, and I thank all the Goddesses. It is coming from a real place so I have no worries today, I can also just relax and ease into the day with him. We planned a beach trip, that’s why we are up early. It is going to take us over an hour but we want that exact spot. He opens the car door for me and makes sure we have everything. He knows I can be absentminded. In the car we oscillate between arguing about nothing and singing songs at the top of our lungs. I clock all the passive aggressive looks from people in other cars, I say nothing.

The weather is warm, the beach is windy and I am sat perched with a bag under my neck and novel folded in hand. I’m watching him have fun with literally nothing. I get the occasional thumbs up. We swim together eventually, but he had to convince me I could handle the cold. I love swimming, I hate the cold. What a paradox. Somehow we find ourselves exploring the surrounding shops. I love people watching and I love that we can find entertainment everywhere we go.

We find a good spot overlooking the beach. I write and he entertains himself on his own laptop. Parallel play if you will. On the way home he surprises me with a detour. I am pleasantly surprised but he won’t tell me where we are going. He found this quaint little bookshop and he knows I love finding new hidden gems. I am like a kid in wonderland, pointing at books telling him about the authors who shaped me. He watches with a silly grin on his face. I may have purchased more books than I should, but let my library over runneth goddammit!

For dinner I surprise him back with his favourite meal that he always asks for. He organises the washing of our bathers and packs away my books. We put on some smooth jazz and I give him a little performance while the food simmers. We laugh, we kiss, we play. And in the evening when the night is dark and quiet, I kiss him with insatiable hunger. His hands are soft and sure. His attention completely dedicated. My desires flowering in the glow of love.