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nickngregTitle: Empirical: A Snapshot of Love
Rating: PG, 190 words
A/N: Theoretically I'm to be finishing my thematic Shakespeare paper, realistically I'm subsisting on lots of caffiene and not much else. [translation: I needed a break from Shakespeare and marathon homework sessions, so I took Nick and Greg out to play.]
Empirical: A Snapshot of Love
“You’re making this much harder than it has to be. Stop squirming.”
“I’m blindfolded, and bound. I have no idea what’s going on and – Hey! That tickles!”
“Patience is a virtue, so they say... but then again, I wouldn’t know.”
“You have so few to begin with I wouldn’t worry about that one!”
Smack.
“Next one lands on your ass rather than your hand?”
“Promise?”
“No.” Dead pan.
Silence.
“Almost done?”
“Just one sec- There! Done.”
Released from my bonds, blindfold removed. Gentle guidance to the full length mirror. His arms wrapped around my waist, chin resting in the curve of neck to shoulder. “Oh Greg,” I sighed, absorbing the words scripted across my flesh in cherry flavoured body paint.
I could not love you anymore than I do,
For like sun to earth, you to me.
I know not what power compels-
Spurs my love, sets my heart afire.
And love like madness puts forth
Imaginings beyond cool reason.
If love be sickness, open armed
Let disease infect mine body.
For faith and virtue of my heart
Stolen-given gratefully, property
Of my one, mine only, my love
My Nick.
Rating: PG, 190 words
A/N: Theoretically I'm to be finishing my thematic Shakespeare paper, realistically I'm subsisting on lots of caffiene and not much else. [translation: I needed a break from Shakespeare and marathon homework sessions, so I took Nick and Greg out to play.]
Empirical: A Snapshot of Love
“You’re making this much harder than it has to be. Stop squirming.”
“I’m blindfolded, and bound. I have no idea what’s going on and – Hey! That tickles!”
“Patience is a virtue, so they say... but then again, I wouldn’t know.”
“You have so few to begin with I wouldn’t worry about that one!”
Smack.
“Next one lands on your ass rather than your hand?”
“Promise?”
“No.” Dead pan.
Silence.
“Almost done?”
“Just one sec- There! Done.”
Released from my bonds, blindfold removed. Gentle guidance to the full length mirror. His arms wrapped around my waist, chin resting in the curve of neck to shoulder. “Oh Greg,” I sighed, absorbing the words scripted across my flesh in cherry flavoured body paint.
I could not love you anymore than I do,
For like sun to earth, you to me.
I know not what power compels-
Spurs my love, sets my heart afire.
And love like madness puts forth
Imaginings beyond cool reason.
If love be sickness, open armed
Let disease infect mine body.
For faith and virtue of my heart
Stolen-given gratefully, property
Of my one, mine only, my love
My Nick.
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