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consider this a sign...

...to be kinder to yourself.

no matter what life has been so far, you deserve more kindness from yourself.

treat yourself gently. care for yourself. go easy on yourself. you're precious ✨

Javier's hand run down his wife's body, slowly, as if traversing this terrain for the first time. His fingertips languishingly enjoying every single centimeter of skin they graced as they reached their final destination. With his lips on her neck, his teeth graze the soft skin before his lips kiss it. Whispering in her ear. "Is this what you want, my love?" Before he slowly slips in his fingers, a moan falling from his lips at how ready she is for him. "I want you to come for me, Aurelia. I want you to be as loud as you want for everyone to know when we walk these halls, who makes you make those sounds."

She lets out a yelping laughing sound as they suddenly switched positions, finding herself on her back as her legs wrap around his waist, though soon they fall open, feet on the bed as she feels his hand dip down between her legs.

Already she finds herself biting her lower lip, angling her head to give him easier access to her neck as she moans, "How could I tell you no?" she breaths, waiting with baited breath for him to do what she anticipated him to do.

There was something about someone who you knew so well, and knew you so well, that it was hard to accept the fact that you were strangers now. Jordan was her first everything when they settled in California all that time ago but time, damned time and distance was always a killer. But even then memories ran rampant through her mind as she stood before him. It seemed like a moment in a book she would write. She was already writing the scene in her head. Shaking it off, she smiled back. "Yeah, you look good too. I mean," she squeezed her eyes shut wincing before opening them again. "I mean, it's good to see you too."

Nervously, she played with the lid of her to go coffee. "I would have expected you to move to a bigger city, maybe down to LA or something, like everyone else. Yeah, I'm staying with my dad. Only been back a week or so but, uh, how have you been?" Everything told her to leave, that he had stopped writing to her when they graduated and she moved, for a reason, but they had a shared history that she could not erase. As much as she hated to admit that he had broken her heart all those years ago, she also wanted to know that he was doing okay. A small part of her still cared.

@muse-legion cont. from here

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