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Poem: Persuasion

Late night IY poetic fluff



Persuasion


His eyes glinted,
amber and warm,
hinting at some mischief
as he wrapped his arms around her.

“No?” he said,
leaning close,
letting his warm breath
tease her cheek,
brush across her ear.
He smiled a little
as he felt her shiver.

She looked down
at her folded hands,
leaning against his chest,
not wanting to meet his eyes.
He slipped a hand over them,
then tightened his hold
with the other.

“Please?” he asked,
running one claw-tipped finger
under her chin,
tilting up her head,
but still,
she kept her eyes firmly shut.

His lips brushed against hers,
feather light at first,
warm and pleading,
one hand sliding around her neck  –
he could feel her resistance waver,
her body relaxing against his,
her mouth responding to his,
one hand shyly
leaving its berth against his chest
to slide beneath his hair,
keeping him close.

“For me?” he breathed,
breaking the kiss,
then kissing the tip of her nose.

She glanced up at him,
her blue-grey eyes looking at him sternly,
even as a wry smile touched her lips
and she tried not to giggle.
“Yes, yes, I’ll make you noodles tomorrow,”
she conceded
with mock exasperation.

He kissed her again,
warm, lovingly,
but in large part because
he did not want her to see
the smug victory written in his eyes
and in his smile,
but all along,
she knew she got what she wanted
out of the negotiation.
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