EchoBlu3

Your heavy breathing fills the now quiet room, you hold yourself up on shaking arms above your favorite dork.  His bony arms fall from your sticky neck, landing on the rumpled sheets.  Your mind is still buzzing with adrenaline, but your body protests.  Your black-haired precious opens his blue eyes, letting them lazily wash over your face, neck, and shoulders.  Slender fingers reach up, and delicately brush soaked strands of blond hair from your sweaty face. He smiles at you with the smile that made you fall hard for him. "That kinda hurt, Dave." He breathes, fingers still tangling themselves in your hair. The other hand strokes your cheek.