Twine (study)

 A cold rain on the doorstep, and the shocking slap of footsteps on the pavement outside brought them in, through the door with a scramble for keys, then pressed against the wall in the inside hall, a bright, twine-tight burn in both of them, tense and tied together — lips locked at last. Then, a rush for a soft surface to come to rest on, but the floor’ll do, in a tilting, falling rush, shirts rucking up above searching hands, and a mouth on her stomach after a successful splashdown on an area rug.