Your sacred ground
A follow up to “You wanted me to walk in on you” ft. Inuchiyo. Not edited because I just wanted to get this out there. Please address all concerns and grammatical errors to: oh my god i hope this wasn’t reblogged before I fix it @ tumblr.com
He said my name.
I would remember the sound of it, the catch in his voice as it segued into a groan, at the most inconvenient times. Standing in front of the stove, checking the doneness of the vegetables – he said my name. In the bathhouse, ducking my head under the water – he said my name. Serving Lord Nobunaga his dinner – he said my name. Inevitably, my face would begin to burn again, as red as the moment I walked in on him, as the image of it flashed through my mind. Broad shoulders pressed against the futon, his back slightly arched, lifting the tightly bunched muscles of his abdomen into the air. The flex of his forearm as he stroked. The glimpse of his teeth biting down on his lower lip.
It was distracting.