Analise Gordan (crazyonyou) wrote in the_colony, @ 2010-06-23 00:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | ^ week 09, analise gordan, andrew kirke, | ana and drew |
Week Nine - Saturday
Characters: Analise Gordan and Andrew Kirke
Location: The radio tower
Summary: Ana finds Drew
Rating: PG-13 for adult situations
She was chasing a ghost. That’s what they’d told Ana when she’d left. She was chasing a dead man. What Mason had told her. Ana left behind her group and the only measure of safety and friendship she had to drive to Vegas for a man that was probably lying in a mass grave somewhere. The guilt at leaving her friends ate away at her as she drove but not nearly as much as the idea that Drew could be waiting for her after so long. Waiting for her to not come.
Because the truth was, if Ana was meant to be with Mason, she wouldn’t see Drew’s face when she closed her eyes. She’d promised to return if there was no sign of Drew in Vegas and she would. Ana would turn around, go back to the group and try to build a new life. A new life that would include Mason. But she wasn’t done with the old life yet.
They’d only had a year but it was all the two of them had needed. They were so wrapped up in each other, giddy in each other’s company. The kind of love that made you just want to laugh and play until you can’t imagine a single moment that didn’t have him in it. Ana knew his laugh, knew the feel of his skin under her hands and the way she felt when they played music together. Then it was over and they were separated and instead of looking for him, Ana pretended that there was no Drew, there had never been a Drew, because that was easier than accepting he was dead. Now she would have to find out, one way or another.
Just outside of the city, Ana twiddled the dial on the radio, searching for something more than static. She scanned through and suddenly instead of hissing, there was music. “Oh my god.” It might not be him, Ana reminded herself. Someone else could be using radio equipment. And then the song faded into the bumper.
“You’re listening to Drew on the radio...”
If there had been another car on the road, Ana would have crashed into it. That was him. Drew. He hadn’t died in some evacuation, he was here in Vegas. “Oh, I’m comin’, baby.”
The thirty miles into the city and to the university were the longest Ana had ever known - even driving close to a hundred miles-per-hour. The familiar route to radio tower looked alien in the abandoned city. Ana’s heart was hammering in her chest when she walked in. Couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, could barely process that the man she’d been thinking about and trying not to think about for months was sitting across the room from her.
“Enjoy the next hour of music, ladies and gentlemen. I’ve got a can of Spaghetti-o’s with my name on it. Millers, wherever you are, Derek is waiting for you on the CB. Ana, this first one’s for you. You know my call-sign.”
Drew flipped off the switch to the mic as he simultaneously turned on the music, pulling off his headset and swiveling in his chair.
“Hey Molls, is there any fruit left at the--”
His thoughts were immediately derailed when his eyes landed on her. It was as though the world suddenly went mute. He stared, eyes wide, then inhaled sharply having momentarily forgotten to breathe. I’m dreaming, he thought, still staring, unable to move. This is just another dream. I’ve fallen asleep on the soundboard and it’s 2AM and I’m dreaming--
Ana felt curiously like she was underwater - as if the moment was too big to comprehend and it was pressing down on her in all its vastness. “Drew? Baby?” Her voice was a breath. A prayer. And then the tension snapped, shattering as she launched herself at him and nearly sent them both crashing into the console.
Drew’s arms tightened around her to the point of breaking, unable to stop the very real tears escaping from beneath screwed shut eyelids. It wasn’t a dream. The weight of her, the smell of her skin, everything about her was as alive and real as he remembered her to be.
“I knew you’d come,” he rasped. “I knew you’d come. Oh God, Ana--” Drew pulled back enough to finally look at her, taking her face in his hands before he kissed her solidly on the mouth.
Ana’s hands twined in his hair as she pressed her mouth back against his and pressed her body up against his chest. She wanted to touch him everywhere, to feel him solid and real against her. If she let go of him he might vanish into smoke and the only way to know he was real was to trust his hair in her fingers, the scratch of his stubble against her cheek and the warmth of his mouth against hers. His mouth moved to her jaw and her cheeks, peppering kisses before he finally pulled back to hold her tightly against him again. He felt almost like a child in that moment, sobbing dryly but thankfully against her shoulder.
“Fuck, I missed you. I missed you so much. Every single day, every single minute--” Ana interrupted him with another kiss. It was slower this time, less frantic and more a promise of more kissed to come.
“I’m sorry I took so long,” she told him when they broke apart again. One of her hands came down from the back of his head to rest at the front of his collar and she stroked his throat lightly with her fingertips. “I’m so so sorry.”
He shook his head in response, forcing himself to breathe slowly and deeply in order to keep from hyperventilating. “It doesn’t matter,” he replied, kissing her between thoughts. “You’re here. That’s the only thing that matters.”
The time it took did matter, and soon she’d have to explain where she’d been, explain about her group and possibly even Mason. But not now. “I missed you,” Ana told him. “And shit, now you’re here and I’m here...”
Drew laughed, kissing her again. “I should’ve married you when I had the chance,” he murmured against her lips. “All of this couldda been avoided. I love you.”
Ana took her turn to press her mouth against his jaw, tracing kisses along his neck. “I love you, too. Oh, baby, I love you so much.” She brought her hands down and pushed them under the hem of his shirt to splay her fingers against the expanse of his chest.
A thousand scenarios had played through his head at their hopeful reunion, Drew wouldn’t deny it. And in a way, the one occurring right in front of him wasn’t too far off from something he’d pictured. The touch of her fingers pulled a strangled sort of sound from him, and for the briefest moment he saw images of Molly finding them tangled up flash through his mind.
“Not here,” he said, his hands going to her upper arms to pull her hands out from beneath his shirt. “My friend-- I-- let’s go into the break room, yeah? There’s a couch in there, at least.” He felt stupid and foolish but giddy all at once, and part of him wished he’d actually gone through with the notion of setting up residence in the radio tower rather than trek back to his apartment every night.
Ana exhaled a soft noise of disappointment..She had him right here and she didn’t want any waiting. No more distance between them, not ever again. Ana wanted to hear about his friend and his life these past months but her mind was too full of Drew to think of anyone else right then.
“Okay.”
She had to kiss him again before she could pull away, climbing off Drew’s lap. As soon as he was standing, Ana was touching him again. She pressed against him and slipped her arms around his waist.
Drew didn’t bother leaving Molly a note, not if it meant having to pull away from Ana. He lead the two of them out through the door and down the adjacent hallway, to a room three doors down that acted as his occasional resting spot when getting away from the tower just wasn’t worth it. Once they were inside he locked the door and pulled her to him again, kissing her greedily. A small part of him still wasn’t completely sure if this was a dream or not, but he had every intention of making sure.
****
It wasn’t anything like the romantic dramas played it out to be. Drew had been so caught up in having Ana back in his arms once again that he hadn’t lasted long, but he used his down time to make it up to her. He all but revered in her, his movements slow and meticulous, mapping out all the secret parts of her that had haunted him that long year alone. By his second peak, he felt as if all the life had drained out of him and into her, but he hardly cared. He had her back. It didn’t matter that everyone he ever knew was dead; she was there, and she was perfect. Everything was all right by him.
Ana lay against Drew’s chest, her head resting against his shoulder. She was a little chilly from the air conditioning but she didn’t make a move towards where their clothes were pooled on the floor. Whenever they finally did get dressed, Ana wished she could pull on Drew’s shirt and walk around wearing something that had been touching his skin longer than she had.
Ana brushed Drew’s hair back from his forehead. “Your hair’s gettin’ long,” she told him, feeling silly with such an obvious observation. “Who’s your friend?”
“This teenage girl I ran into when I was goin’ through the old cafeteria. Her name’s Molly. She still has pink streaks in her hair; you’d like her,” he said, his voice just barely over a murmur. His eyes closed almost instantly at the touch of her hand, and he easily leaned in to kiss her wrist as it passed over his face.
Drew kissing the inside of her wrist felt just as, if not more, intimate than what they’d just done and Ana’s cheeks flushed softly. “Sure I will. Poor kid.” No wonder he’d made sure they went somewhere more private. It seemed strange that there were still enough people in the world to have to worry about being watched. You’d think that they be able to go at it in the street if they wanted. Ana smiled, thinking of the song, and hummed softly. No one will be watching us, why don’t we do it in the ro-o-oad?
Drew laughed in response, kissing the top of her head and tightening his embrace around her middle. It was moments like the current one that he wondered if maybe he was still dreaming. Maybe the whole virus was some made-up thing in his head, and he was in a coma somewhere. Maybe this was a spirit walk, and he was joining Ana’s spirit on the astral plane in their temporary solace. Although why his brain could have built up their separation and reunion through the act of killing the entire population of the planet made him wonder if maybe something was wrong with him; he had never been that violent of a person.
“Talk to me,” he said into her hair. “I wanna hear your voice.” I’d almost forgotten what it sounded like, he finished inwardly.
“You want me talk to you, baby?” Ana asked, quietly, smiling. Her accent was soft, vowels drawling. “You know what I was just thinkin’ ‘bout? The Beatles. Why don’t we do it in the road?” She sang the last line at him.
“It’s less comfortable than a bed, for one,” he teased, running his hand down the length of her spine before resting on the small of her back.
Ana shivered a little at his touch and grinned. “Baby, we ain’t even in a bed.”
“True.” His hand went the last inch down and gave her a playful little swat. “But even this couch is more comfortable.”
Ana yelped, jumping a little. “You are gonna get it!” Her eyes lit up and she leaned in and nipped him on the earlobe. Drew hissed in response, then laughed, moving his free hand up beneath her chin and tilting it just enough to kiss her again.
She wanted to play with him. Their reunion had been so overwhelming and now she wanted to revel with him. Ana wanted to tease, to tickle and laugh. Mischievously, she caught his bottom lip in her teeth.
It was hard to grin in that position, but Drew managed the best he could. He shifted beneath her so that he could pull up into a sitting position against the arm of the couch, then raced his fingers up her sides.
Ana shrieked, arching her back and laughing. Her own fingers found his ribs and she darted in and she swiped her tongue across his throat for good measure. Drew squirmed appropriately in both directions, not nearly as ticklish as she was but enough to try escaping from it.
In the midst of his struggle, his stomach grumbled audibly, and he caught her wrists. He had been about to eat lunch when she suddenly arrived, and he’d forgotten all about it in the heat of the moment.
She laughed and leaned in to kiss him again. Honestly, she was hungry too after the morning in the car. “We can get somethin’ to eat if you promise to play with me again later.”
“‘If’?” he retorted, grinning at her before kissing her yet again. “Fine. So bossy.”
“Yes, sir,” Ana told him happily, wondering if his friend Molly being around meant she shouldn’t pull his shirt on the way she wanted. “You know you love it, baby.”