The first of a trio in the Apples theme, spanning three categories with sexual tension resolved the Zaedah way.
First sin: Tony and Ziva...
Apples: Eve Complex
They're not known for doing things in increments. It's all-or-nothing because the nature of their beast demands it. Never tame, always snarling between purrs. Inches have no place where leaps are made with gaining strides that suggest the devil gives chase. Cages were meant for other people, indecisive people, but she wonders what sort of prison they're building for themselves.
Timidity plays no notes in their soundtrack and it occurs to her, somewhere between the bullets and the sighing, that whoever conducts their symphony lacks rhythm. This choking life takes place in someone else's opera; the lines mangled, the solos distorted. She isn't allowed to rearrange the composition and the message she tries to project is lost in the disarray.
He hears it and moves closer to the sound, despite the shrieking volume. This selfish soul wrapped in hurt and hiding in bravado sees her pain, recognizes the components and strips her armor without thought to the resulting chill. She freezes. He withdraws. Only to repeat time and again until the dance is perfected and she feels a little less frigid with each spin. Meanwhile the promise of quick warmth shifts into slow burn.
They'll get caught and thus ends the play. Separation, reprimand, judgment. These are the rewards for weakness and she attempts to stop the downfall because caution alone won't disguise their sins. But he won't stop and she can't stop him. Racing toward disaster gives them no chance to spot the warnings at the curb. The signs are there but reading them requires a reduction of speed, something impossible with his hand there. And there. And…
In fairness, it's not his fault that the beast slips from its confinement when they touch. That first caress sprang from her own fingers. It's not his sole responsibility for the creative ways they've put cases to bed. That first mattress had been hers. It's not his duty to halt what years of tension have wrought. That first kiss had been designed by their superiors and polished in ache.
With every occurrence, they sail nearer to the shore of detection. She'd long captained her boat sternly, but this boat had been boarded with no map, no compass. They stay below since the world above deck contains all the things from which they both run. In shared seclusion, she tastes elusive happiness on his skin, sweet and succulent like apples in the Garden. Eve knew this flavor and gave up eternity for it.
She considers what she'll give up, what she's willing to leave, for the freedom to press her mouth where she wants, when she wants. For the right to claim him before every observer. For the pleasure of watching him unravel in sunlight, where shadows need not protect them. And then he tells her it's time, because the world will see soon enough the culmination of their secret. A seed planted must grow.
As a new life conducts their more elegant symphony, his smile tames the beast.
The second sin can be found in the Fringe category, The third will be posted to Life. Thanks for your visit...