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      	  Present Perfect 
 by catwalksalone  

 Disclaimer: These characters belong to people who are not me. I just
borrow them, bend them into awkward positions and leave them out in the
sunlight to go yellow.

 Author's Notes: Written for oxoniensis' 7th Porn Battle. Prompt -
jewelry. 

 

 

 When Ray kisses Kowalski, he thinks of the pin shaped like a crescent
moon and set with cubic zirconia that he gave to Irene Zuko when they were
kids and stupid in love. He never once got to see her wear it.	

 When Ray's hands flutter across Kowalski's skin as if settling in one
place is a sin against what's left untouched, and his body shakes from the
sure, sweet touch of Kowalski's hands stroking, twisting, cajoling the
pleasure out of him, he thinks of the heart locket he and Ange had
exchanged after they'd been dating a year. It was a promise he'd meant to
keep, but the heart was already split in two, so maybe it had always been
a losing battle.  

 When Ray is drowning in the wet heat of Kowalski's mouth, hips desperate
to beat out an unsteady rhythm held back by strong hands, he thinks of the
gleaming sapphire and platinum ring he'd offered to Stella. "Forever,"
he'd said, and meant, "I don't know who I am. Find me." It hadn't been
Stella's fault there was no map, nor compass neither. Not even breadcrumbs
to find her way back.  

 When Ray spreads Kowalski wide and presses into him slow and steady,
making Kowalski chant encouragement and curses both, he looks at
Kowalski's brilliant eyes, shining like diamonds for him, for them. Ray
reads happiness there, lust and love, too. It's the best gift Ray has
given and the best he has ever received. This is all that matters.  

  
  

End Present Perfect by catwalksalone 

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