[100 days of 100 words] 21/100
Mar. 2nd, 2008 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitchen_kinkIt’s fear I feed on.
She no longer goes that special kind of silent just from me opening my knife; it’s too often useful to be such a simple trigger. But if I so much as glance at her when I do it, I see how her eyes change in that way that says wet. A smell rises from her, not just sex but fear, and the salt/sour combination tightens my chest, narrows my vision to a single point.
Running the knife along her body, knowing that I’ll never hurt her, but that she’s still not so sure.
That’s love.
She no longer goes that special kind of silent just from me opening my knife; it’s too often useful to be such a simple trigger. But if I so much as glance at her when I do it, I see how her eyes change in that way that says wet. A smell rises from her, not just sex but fear, and the salt/sour combination tightens my chest, narrows my vision to a single point.
Running the knife along her body, knowing that I’ll never hurt her, but that she’s still not so sure.
That’s love.
