demons like me

.

She's developed a habit of lying.

.

Tangled legs and reaching fingers and hungry mouths and rasping throats and eyes anywhere but making contact and-
And then nothing but heavy breathing to fill the silence. Red silk sheets rustling. A face nuzzled in his chest.

"Stay." He whispers, golden eyes wide. "Stay just till the morning."

"I will." She whispers, blue eyes drifting closed.

Morning dawns and she's gone. She's developed a habit of lying.

He's developed a habit of asking all the same.