“I don’t want to be tricked,” I said, but he was already inside me and I was glad. Fucking him felt like running in a long field, with no end in sight. “Not into a baby, not into a boyfriend, not into anything.”
“Don’t worry,” he panted. “You always get yours. Just like me, always like me.”
I felt us together, speeding up towards something, running faster, and he brushed my hair out of my face and it wasn’t hair but long black ears, as soft as memory, and then it was hair again, tangled and damp with our sweat, and I bit him as our stride broke. I whispered: “And Coyote gets his.”
“Why not? It’s nothing we haven’t done before.”
When I got up off of the horse blanket, marigold blossoms spilled out of me like Coyote’s seed.
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(Anonymous) 2014-03-07 04:06 am (UTC)(link)“Don’t worry,” he panted. “You always get yours. Just like me, always like me.”
I felt us together, speeding up towards something, running faster, and he brushed my hair out of my face and it wasn’t hair but long black ears, as soft as memory, and then it was hair again, tangled and damp with our sweat, and I bit him as our stride broke. I whispered: “And Coyote gets his.”
“Why not? It’s nothing we haven’t done before.”
When I got up off of the horse blanket, marigold blossoms spilled out of me like Coyote’s seed.