Clover, Gingetsu/Ran, when the time comes
Ran spends a large portion of the night lying next to Gingetsu, listening to his lover breathe and wondering what he’ll do when the time comes.
He had wanted to ask Ora how she survived knowing; how she lived so happily in the quiet desperation of oncoming inevitability. After an hour, his mind is teeming with a thousand possiblities – none of which include him and only some of which he likes. It’s far too much to hold that many futures alone and as the weight of it crushes him, Gingetsu rolls over, throwing an arm over his still-too-thin chest.
The large, strong fingers play along his chest, brushing against his nipples and making him sigh. Then the hand is gone, replaced by the warm weight of Gingetsu’s body and he smiles into the kiss he can feel coming.
Their lovemaking is slow – Gingetsu always prepares him as though it is their first time, entering gently and frowning concernedly until Ran wraps his legs around Gingetsu’s waist and pulls him in. And the futures vanish suddenly – their way is now blocked by stern, broad shoulders and the sweet, sharp pleasure building between them.
Ran smiles and wonders how much of the sudden protection was a conscious decision, but there is no time for questions now. There will be time enough for reflection and what-ifs when the time comes.