shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-27 13:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: gundam 00, july 22, p: maria/setsuna |
Reunion, Gundam 00 (Marina/Setsuna)
Title: Reunion
Author: shiegra
Rating: PG13/R
Wordcount: 467
Prompt: Gundam 00 - Marina/Setsuna - reunion - imagination is the organ of meaning
He left the window open in something that wasn't quite an invitation to discovery.
For a long moment after she found it, walking into her rooms in the softening twilight, Marina didn’t breathe. It took long moments for her to cross the rug and swing it shut, wrestling with the weight of glass and rapidly soaked curtains. Her hair clung to her face, plastered there by the rain she endured, and the carpet was damp beneath her feet.
She could hardly breathe for the hope, and when she turned she saw him, half in shadow, slumped against the wall.
"Setsuna--" Her voice sounded strange and tight. She'd imagined a thousand things, a thousand outcomes, a thousand appearance--and never truly believed she would experience any of them. And now, here--
He pulled himself away from the wall, posture too tight, and she crossed the room in two long strides, catching him, bracing him against her. He flinched, a sharp shudder running through his muscles, but she didn't try to keep him and he stayed there, so tense he sang with it, but a warm line of--real, real, alive--contact up her front.
"Marina," he said, and his voice sounded strange and raw, almost unfamiliar.
She lifted her head and kissed him.
More contact, more skin. He really did recoil this time, dark eyes huge and stark, mouth a thin tight line. Marina stayed where she was, hands out and sucking in harsh cold breaths, and stared at the lines of his face. "Are--" she fumbled for words, voice shaking, "are you hurt?"
He kept staring at her, gaze wide and shadowed and full of something she couldn't name.
"Setsuna," Marina whispered desperately, "are you hurt?"
His eyes flickered; response, at last. "No." He said quietly, and reached for her.
Marina froze, heart jumping, and felt his fingertips graze her cheek, trail down her skin. They stopped at her throat, above her pulse, and then curved against her neck. Her eyes drifted open--when had she closed them?--and she looked into his face.
He could kill her without blinking this way, fast and vicious and efficient. Her mouth was dry, fingers trembling, but there was no fear. Only--
"Setsuna." She whispered, and he blinked, almost flinched, but let her step into the line of his body.
When she pressed her mouth to his, his lips were warm under hers, frame still and tense, and when she touched him, palms sliding against his shoulderblades, he shuddered like she'd stabbed him, eyelids fluttering, and his hand fell from around her neck, curling instead into her long hair.
She swallowed a ragged breath and pulled him against her, shaking more than he was, and breathing in a life, jarringly close, that she'd been certain had been lost.