1/100 Compared to you

As he lay there, he pondered the differences between the two of them.

She had smooth, soft feminine curves. He was all lean, hard muscles and sharp angles. Her hair was long and silky and vibrant. His was short, but just as silky, a dark chocolate that was warm and inviting.

Their first time, she’d been uncomfortable and shied away; they’d slept with their backs to each other and a gap between them.

Their first time was awkward and he’d felt like a thief and a bastard and so incredibly old that it wasn’t even funny but they’d just ended sprawled in a tangle of hair and limbs and sweat and in the end it just felt natural.

To him, she was special. He’d loved her, and she him. They were best friends.

To him, he was completion. A piece that’d been missing for the longest time.