Cypher: ReaderxTerezi: Lovely ruby

We sat, vanilla bean in our hands, in front of an empty television, or, an unpowered one, so to speak. The pasta was good. It beat ordering pizza by a long shot. She nudged herself next to me, and i did the same, rubbing our shoulders together in a comfy yin-yang. I grasped her thick thigh, and she giggled a bit. It was just as thick when she was standing up. I thanked her again for the pasta. I always thought she looked Spanish, but she cooked like an Italian. She loved being compared to nationalities, it made her feel at home. I said she should eat more like that, she needed to improve her diet. Is it because I'm fat, she said. I looked in her eyes, with a look that would have put her self-consciousness away, then I realized it wouldn't work, I forgot for a moment there. It's those beautiful rubies.

I told her what I had just done, and told her it was because people don't get enough hearty substance on a daily basis. She laughed at my statement, what's hearty? Proteins. Then why are we eating ice cream? Because you deserve it, I love seeing you happy. And I love... Our hands find each other. I love being here with you, she said. She had a smile on her face that I wanted to protect forever. I did. She kept smiling. God, her lips are as ruby as her eyes, but they're heaven. She could be the mother of all living things, and I could never know. She has the body. She has the lips. And the hips, and the smile, and the thighs, and the complacencey, and the charm, mixed with the most loveable tomboyish selfishness.

I love her. When I make her happy, I can't keep it inside me, There's nothing else I would need to be proud of if I made her happy regularly. I do. It fills me with some kind of joy I can't explain, where I pick her up and kiss her, I love her, she's got the love energy of the entire universe inside her. To see her in a state of ecstacy, I feel like an ancient native of some far-off land gazing in amazement of a goddess in perfection.

I will never let her go.