Date: 13 Mar 2004 06:43:26 -0000
Subject: 155 Words: Rarity by OKayVal
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TITLE: Rarity
AUTHOR: OKayVal
FEEDBACK: okayval@yahoo.com
RATING: R
CATEGORY: V, MSR
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Too bad.
SUMMARY: A moment of reflection. 

Written for Haven Camp's 155 Words of Quoting
challenge. Thanks, Tali, for the speed-beta!
Thanks also to Counselor Mish!

***

He had his back to her, so she was free to stare at him. 
To stare at the tautness of his shoulders, the smooth skin
of his back as it curved down to his hips and rear. She
loved to watch him walk ahead of her, watching the muscles
in his ass flex as he strode with long legs. She also loved
the feeling of that firm ass beneath her hands when she
pushed him deeper inside her. Her fingers still tingled
with his heat. She could reach for him again, but right now
she was content to watch him sleep.

Something she'd read this morning drifted into her thoughts
as she listened to his soft, even breathing. "The truth is
rarely pure and never simple." He was far from simple, but
he was her truth and there was nothing purer. She smiled
to herself and curled up against his sleeping warmth.

Finis

***
Quote used from the Haven Camp thread (courtesy of
Mademoiselle):

--The truth is rarely pure and never simple.-- 
-Oscar Wilde-


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