Perspective…

Perspective: You are AL. You hold the soft, supple wrist of AW up to your mouth and breathe in her scent, something you’ve wanted to do for some time. Your lips delicately touch her skin, then press into her wrist. You hold them there for just long enough to feel warmth and taste sweetness. You exhale gradually and move your kiss inches away, over and over. Your heartbeat quickens, causing you to inhale sooner than you normally would. You keep your eyes closed. Patience. Reverence. Your fingers entangle with hers, claiming her, and beseeching, “You can trust me. Let me show you how precious you are to me.” 

 Perspective: You are AW. Immediate lusty, swoony, lezzy death. 

Not enough? Okay fineeee, alternate AW perspective: You are AW (redundant, but I like symmetry). You surrender your wrist and relax your fingers, intertwining them with AL's. You can feel her stomach pressed against your legs as you sit above her. You watch her movements, captivated. Each one enthrallingly maneuvered. You feel the ache of desire sparkling within. You allow yourself to be pulled into her, physically by the nature of her grasp and spiritually by the sexual tension intensifying between you. A kiss.…another, and yet another. Your eyes flutter closed and you focus solely on the sensation of her lips as they meet your skin. You think to yourself, “I trust you. Please, I need more…”