I posted this on my old account and someone asked if I could repost it on the new one. This was a while ago but still remains a very vivid and hot memory.
It was quiet and late the rest of the building slept. We lay together on the rug in the middle of the living room floor, neither of us wishing to take the couch because that would have involved separating. We knew. We knew being this close in a dark room with so few clothes on was a bad idea but neither of us cared. Ready for bed I all I had on was a large t-shirt and the black bra and lace pants I had been wearing all evening.
We lay on our sides, facing one another. I had asked for a cuddle and I was getting one, my arm snaked round his body and my hand was pressed firmly on his upper back, pulling him close, his arm echoed mine.