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First Touch, Hellboy II (Nuala/Nuada)
Title: First Touch
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: PG13/R
Word count: 395
Prompt: Hellboy II – Nuada/Nuala – First time – “How do you do that?”



She remembers him like she remembers nothing else.

They played childish games with their hearts, as children will, and when they grew she found herself stamped with his mark as clearly as he was hers, the strange enchantment they had for each other evolving beyond children who spent their days together.

They knew each other's pain as their own, and Nuala never believed that Nuada didn't know she would have felt him.

She didn't know whether he'd predicted that she would seek him out, but she wouldn't have put it past him. And she found him at the window, the scars on his body not so numerous then, scattered and well-healed, his long hair loose.

She said his name from the doorway, her voice so soft, eyes wide. Her hands pressed against the doorframe, the wood holding her up, her legs full of water--or maybe golden light--beneath her.

He turned to her and his eyes gleamed like stars, and she crossed the room to him as though drawn by a magnet.

Back then, English would have been heavy and uncertain on her tongue; now she remembers the rhythm of their voices in their mother tongue. English stamps her, now, with the knowledge of their separation.

"I felt..." she had said, and then gone silent, because even their language did not have the words she felt she needed.

He had smiled and touched her cheek, her throat, fingers sliding down her neck wonderingly to cradle the curve of her shoulder. "You felt it?"

"Yes," she said emphatically. "Nuada, what did you do?"

"Wanted," he said, which made no sense, and leaned in close enough that the air between them was warmed by their bodies. Her fingers curled very gently into his sleeves, hooking, hands moving restlessly against him.

And then he shifted and let their bodies align from shoulder to hip, and she dragged in a breath as pleasure ricocheted between them. "You...how do you do that?"

"I want," he murmured into her hair, as though it was an easy answer, and when he tipped her chin up she knew well what he intended--what he wanted--and still did not have the instinct to deny him.

That would come in time. But then she rose to meet him instead, lips parting against his, and sighed as he touched her, glorying in what he did to her.