Deadline Hell; the other side

[kitsap_charles]

Last night was only the third time we've spent the night apart since we started living together, and the second night in a row.

It sucks.

My beloved, riverheart, is the lead QA analyst for Metaplay, a small game company. They're in the throes of a tight schedule for some games.

So, she's working umpteen-hour days and spending nights at a nearby hotel.

I miss her.

I miss her laughter. I miss her reading humorous and thought-provoking articles to me. I miss reading them to her.

I miss doing crossword puzzles together.

I miss making her lunch, decorating her lunch bag— a different design every day, seven months and counting. I miss picking out her clothes while she's showering.

I miss the look of love in her eyes, the sound of it in her voice. I miss the million subtleties that tell me she knows she's loved and cherished and protected.

I miss the cuddling, the pillow talk. I miss her kisses, her caressess. I miss the feel of her body next to mine.

I miss the screams of delight, hers and mine chorusing in orgasmic ululation.

By all the gods and goddesses, I miss her.

Comments

[rubylou.livejournal.com]

When the two of you reunite from all of this, you should GET A ROOM!

Whew! Is it warm in here? ;-)

[bigby2k.livejournal.com]

I agree with the above, you should meet her at the hotel after all this and give her the special care and attention she deserves! :D