Raspberry Girl
Added 2025-04-28 06:19:40 +0000 UTCThis may get another editing pass tomorrow
He pauses in the doorway.
You’re kneading.
It started a week ago in your sleep. You’d find your way to his chest, rocking and rolling overtop his heart, working a rhythm into to his sternum as you slept, a physical manifestation of your peace, your trust, a subconscious recognition of feeling safe, and cared for, and loved. It’s become present in the quiet of the morning or an evening lull too, when you’re relaxed and content, kneading away on a pillow or his thigh.
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