Summary: Some nights, I know your body is a closed door. The lights are too bright, the sheets are too loud or the pain is too much. You don’t want to be touched - but you’re still wanting, still mine. I build you a nest. Cushions behind your shoulders, a wedge under your knees, a blanket within reach. I don't touch you. I just sit close enough that you can feel the heat of me, and I tell you exactly what to do with your hands, while whispering dirty fantasies to you.