Sinuous (100 Words)

Falyese traced her fingertips over her lovers muscles. Troph’s shoulders were the most beautiful part of him, in Falyese’s opinion. Strong from years of welding in the ship’s underbelly, but rippled with scars from his youth. They told a story, a story of who Troph was.

“Hey,” he said, opening his eyes.

“Sleep, my dear,” Falyese said. This was their morning, one of the only morning’s they had together given their opposite shifts. Troph had only gotten in from his shift a few hours before.

“Give me a kiss first,” Troph said, with a smile. Falyese obliged. How could she refuse?

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