Well, Darlings, a bunch of beautiful people just wrote me beautiful stories, and they are sweet and sensual and funny and serious and loving and full of in-love-ness. You should so read them—they’re stunning.
In what I believe is chronological order:
Metamorphosis by Jeune of lajeunefilleenfleur. And, well, I made a poem out of her story, with her permission, so you could also find both the poem AND her story here. But you looked only at your hair, love, and not your eyes. Your eyes—crystal-bright, sky-bright—set in the perfect bezel: copper-patina-gold. Sexy and moving and gorgeous.
Night/Morning by Samantha of theinfernaldesiremachine. You wake up slowly to the not-light of the almost-morning, and she looks over like she’s been waiting for you. She has. Gentle and thoughtful and amazing.
Birds by Larissa of explodinganyway. You’re in all of my dreams; your face, your body, your lips, your smell, sometimes just your presence. Like I know that you’re right behind me, in front of me, all around me.
Summer Days (Driftin’ Away) by Savannah of roamingreader. Her breathing evened out long ago, but yours is still shallow. You let her keep her hands tangled around you tonight, one buried deep within your raven hair and the other encircled around your waist. You’re not sure when the last time you slept so close was – maybe not since your first time together, when you were drunk enough to keep her close to you.
That Growing Up Thing That We Do by JJ of themostrandomfandom. Santana feels a flare of warmth and love flower-bloom inside her chest. She loves it when Brittany talks about their future in such a somehow reckless, somehow careful way. She loves the sound of the words “our wedding” spoken from Brittany’s pretty primrose lips.
Soft Dreams by Heather of lebanesetoaster. I want you to have soft dreams every night. I told you once, that I always dream soft dreams when I fall asleep in your arms. You didn’t really say anything, but I could tell from the way that you smiled that you knew what I meant, and you had them too.
