Today’s prompt for Word Ejeculation’s Wank Wednesday is Shadow. The ficlet it inspired is just a bit of post-coital silliness. I’d rate it PG-13.
It started with a rabbit. She held her hand up in the beam of light spilling in from the window, stuck her index and middle fingers up like ears. With her other fingers tucked in against her thumb, her hand cast a shadow on the wall that looked like a rabbit. It acted like one too, bouncing across the room.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” Laughing at her, he sat up, naked and still glistening with sweat, smelling like sex. Smelling like them.
“I don’t know.” She took her shadow puppet to the silhouette of his face and made its image kiss the image of his nose. “Playing.”
“I’ll show you playing.” With a growl, he pulled her toward him, but she remained undeterred. Even squealing, wriggling against his lap, her spine to his chest, she kept the little bunny skipping all across the improvised stage. He pressed soft kisses up her neck and to her ear. “You are so damn cute, you know that?”
She made the rabbit kiss the shadow of her lips. “I know.” Sinking down, her image disappeared from the wall, leaving just the rabbit and him. “But that’s why you love me.”
“It is.” He leaned forward then and pressed his lips against her fingers while she watched the shadows kiss.
Satisfied, she dropped her hand and turned around, straddled his hips. When her mouth met his, he smiled.
“Never stop playing?” he asked.