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Morning bends gold through the cabin shutters, painting the pine in long warm stripes. The bashful good-morning gives way to something braver, sheet lowered, hands meeting halfway, a kiss that lasts too long to feel like a beginning. They move from the bed to the wall and back, finding each other at every angle the cabin allows: lotus on the edge of the mattress, standing against the planks with her palms pressed flat, reverse riding with the sun on her shoulders. By the time she settles onto his chest, hair fanned across the linen and eyes closing, the morning has nothing left to ask of either of them. 朝の光が小屋の鎧戸から金色に折れ、松の板に長く温かな縞を描く。 恥じらいの「おはよう」がやがて勇気に変わり、シーツが下がり、手と手が中間で重なり、はじまりとは思えないほど長いキスが続く。 二人はベッドから壁へ、また戻り、小屋が許すすべての角度で互いを見つけていく――マットレスの縁での結跏趺坐、板に手のひらをついて立ったまま、太陽を肩に受ける逆向きの跨ぎ。 彼女が彼の胸の上に身を委ねるころには、髪はリネンに扇のように広がり、瞳は閉じ、朝はもうどちらにも何も問いかけない。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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