nekare

Damn girl, you have such a way with words! Here are some lines that just bowled me over:

the word could just slip from his lips like melted candle wax, like heat and dreams

it’s all down to physics, it seems, inertia keeps pulling them together, momentum won’t let them stop, magnetism keeps them close with their opposite poles

the fifty-fourth scorch mark staying there as a reminder of the moment.

There’s a sinuous tone in his words, up and down like a roller coaster, like a wave in hundreds of years old poetry in yellowed pages, like the flame of a match that is painting with charcoal the mere tips of the fingers (and then it burns, but the uncertainty is what makes it worth it)

And if I quote anymore, I'll just be reading the entire fic back at you, so I'll stop. Fantastic work, nekare: hot and tender and all those good things!