It was one of those magical little moments, between the hot flare of passion and the cold ache of parting. It was warm, and soft, and the most guilty of little pleasures Cinnabar had ever allowed herself. Only here. Only with Kam.
Only here was she able to truly set aside the strength and aggression that got her through each day and simply be… soft, for a while. Tender. Gentle. Loving, if she allowed that word to creep its way out of hiding.
Her fingers splayed across the tattoos that decorated his skin, black on mohagany, silk over stone, and she thought about the way his full lips curled crookedly when he looked at her. The way his dark eyes smoldered darker with want. He saw her exactly as she presented herself and never asked for more. He knew she’d give it, if she wanted to, if she was able to, and she was grateful she never had to make up a thousand lies to explain why she disappeared after that weirdly arbitrary three hours.
All he asked, all he ever asked, was that she come back again. She never wanted to leave in the first place.
His chest lifted as he breathed deep and then he sighed, the breath rushing from his mouth as she quirked a little smile. Outside, snow was falling again, silent and chill. It was December already, September come and gone, taking with it the memories of a lost brother. It was hard to believe they’d been at this for a year already. Hard to believe they hadn’t managed to ******** it up more than the once… but they’d made a promise, and kept it, all this time.
Whatever little we can have, we’ll have. No questions, no strings except this one. It was better than being apart, they’d learned that the hard way. She remembered a paper asking for stories from the past year… she smirked, thinking this was one story that would never make that paper. It was just for her, and just for him. It was enough, because it had to be. There wasn’t anything else.
She wanted to kiss him, suddenly, taste him again, but doing so would mean unwrapping herself from around him and sliding up from the covers to reach him, and she wasn't willing to sacrifice this warmth just yet. Her alarm hadn't gone off, she still had time. If she didn't move, she could pretend like this time was infinite. She didn't have to leave. Didn't have to go back to being a monster, and a soldier, and fighting a war older than anyone could remember. That war had stripped everything from her already, right down to her humanity, but she was determined that it wouldn't take this from her. She would take her small, wonderful little moments of happiness where she could get them, and she would defend that fiercely, tooth and claw.
She didn't know how long it would last, but she wasn't going to ruin what precious little time she had worrying about it as she pressed her lips to the skin above where his great heart beat steadily instead, shifting her thigh higher along his.
For better or for worse, this was Home.
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Felyn
idk this was supposed to go one way and went another, oops. *jazzhands* happy holidays!
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As one year closes and another one lingers on the horizon, now is a good time to sit back and think about everything that's happened in the year before. A local newspaper is running a seasonal section asking for your most memorable moment in Destiny City. This year, last year, fifty years ago--what was your more memorable? It doesn't seem like this is very competitive; they seem to be printing random suggestions. Maybe your contribution will get printed! If you feel like writing, at least. You can always sit around and reminisce--or just read some of what others are sharing.
