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I never before heard all the things a laugh could say. Or a smile too. And how many of those things are obscene enough to make me blush.

I bask in the sound of that laughter.

But it’s not just the laugh, no, there’s the smile as well. How eloquent a smile can be, no end to what it can convey, and he has thousands of them. And they’re all beautiful, even when they chill me to the bone. Even when I know pain will follow and my answer to them will be a scream.

It’s not as simple as that. Nothing ever is. It’s purple eyes too, bright as jewels and as brilliantly glittering. Eyes that devour me and share secrets, that mock and indulge and blister with fury. It’s marble-white skin, smooth over lean, hard muscle and scarred brutally in places. It’s a bizarre, pristine beauty too inhuman to really be of this earth and luscious, thick, curling green hair that snares around my fingers. It’s slender, strong hands with impossibly long fingers, articulate and dancing in the air while I follow them.

It’s the tailor-made suits, rife with infinitesimal detail, the shiny black shoes and soft leather spats, one ankle crossed carelessly over the other. It’s leather gloves, too, and how they feel when they caress me, or slap me. A silk topper perched jauntily upon his head, or a broad-brimmed fedora pulled down low. It’s style from an age long lost, and a sense of showmanship that makes me beam and laugh and dazzles me so my vision spots. It’s the pride so thick it almost gags me of having my arm in his and all eyes looking.

It’s the insinuating sneer in the word ‘Daddy’, or being called ‘Pooh‘, or 'My Dame‘, or simply MINE.

Even a little word like that can make me lurch within. Can push me over the edge when accompanied by his hand on the back of my neck, sending gooseflesh scattering over my skin.

In the end, it is all these things and moreover, it is simply Him. Each little part of him taken apart or kept whole, but always coming down to him. It is not one thing, or another, it is all of them and it’s all of them because put together they make up Him.

And he is It.

He is the pinnacle and there’s no way to top him, and no need either.