Theme/Number: Little things, #20
Warnings: Smut, Angst
Summary: It's the little things that can't be said. Or maybe the big things that can't be said with little words. (Actual drabble.)
Words are such little things. Auron used them sparingly, preferring a nip on the nape of her neck, a caress gliding over one white shoulder, an old-fashioned kiss placed delicately against her wrist, that maddened wild gleam in his eye, or those dark predatory grunts to let her know exactly what he meant. Sometimes Lulu was certain when the glove was gone and his hand lunged and twisted within her, while his mouth plunged down over hers to muffle her scream. But he never said those three little words so he would not have to say, "goodbye," or "I'm sorry."