Ergo Proxy isn't mine.
Author's Note: there isn't any Ergo Proxy fics out there so I want to get something out there. Hopefully when FF gets around to making a category for it I'll move it until then it'll sit in Misc. This was written as a different take on episode 12.
Re-l
I didn't know what to do when Vincent told me he loved me. What the hell was I supposed to say? Declare my undying love for a man that I had been aiming to kill? Or at least hand over to the people who might? But what struck me the most was the fact that he said it with truth in his eyes, so not only was I disbelieving but I was sacred too. Something I didn't like being. I'd never had to deal with these types of emotions. And truthfully I didn't want to. Who would?
Vincent not only had me pinned between him and the bed, not the best place to be when someone is proposing their love for you (or at least so I heard), but I didn't have my gun anymore. I tried to wiggle my way out but instead got a whole pelvis full of Vincent. I could feel the groan long before I heard it, not because his chest was so close to mine, but the fact that I groaned as well.
When Vincent opened his eyes, his oh so green eyes, I couldn't help letting go of going after my gun, instead of the cool steel ruling my head, it was my fiery gut that ran the show. Vincent took that as all the incentive that he needed, and really he didn't need anymore. He pressed his lips to mine with ardent attention, and of course I complied. For a labourer his hands were soft and felt like hot bars when they ran down my sides and under my clothes. Though I'd never really been with anyone, Iggy had been my only companion I was glad to say I wasn't absolutely lost when it came to what Vincent was doing. Not to mention my body wanted it more then my brain, but then again in some cases I think far too much.
Undressing me was the hardest thing; too many layers and too many buttons made Vincent stumble and fumble over my chest and waist. Groaning I took over and took everything apart, Vincent watched, his eyes shining with interest and lust. Finally getting my shirt open Vincent had no problem finishing disrobing me. He started, wide-eyed and aw struck at what he saw. I'd always been a vain woman, not that my society didn't encourage it, they practically paid us to. I was proud of the reaction Vincent had to my nakedness.
I asked him if he was getting undressed and looking deploringly at his still dressed body. I wanted to know what the Ergo Proxy looked like naked. Vincent gulped and tried to undo his rubberized over clothes, his hands were shaking so much that I had to take over.
Getting him out was far easier then compared to me. Not only were his clothes 'slip and wear' they made great blankets, something we sorely needed. The only real blanket we had, I had bunched around my hips. Finally naked with his clothes draped over our hips, he looked like a crazed Adonis. His wild brown hair looking far more appealing then I had realised, his toned chest well chiselled from years of labour down to the dark patch of hair, which no longer hid his desire. Meeting his eyes I knew he was dubitably impressed. I pulled my legs up and around his hips and felt him press into me. Gasping Vincent drove deep and filled me. For a moment I was lost in pain and pleasure, then his hips flexed and I couldn't help the guttural groan of appreciation that escaped my throat. We moved together kissing and touching every inch of flesh we could find.
I'd never experienced such a feeling and I lost myself completely. I gave in, something that I'd never done, ever, but what surprised me was that I enjoy it. I couldn't get enough of what Vincent was doing to me, I groaned and croaked and dug my nails into his back, and he arched back and cried out my name.
I didn't care in those moments what brought me here, what my reasons were; all I cared about was how Vincent felt, inside, outside, everywhere. I moaned his name and he kissed me so fiercely that I barely felt him shudder as he came. He collapsed on to me and held me close.
He once again whispered he loved me and wrapped us in his clothes. I wanted to answer really I did, but I didn't know how. I'd never been in love I never had time for it. I never entertained men, and when people mocked me about Daedalus I never said anything because he was my friend. But even through all this, all I could think about was how great it felt to be in Vincent's arms. How much I wanted to stay like this and have him devour me every night and to feel his sweat caked body next to mine.
I just didn't know if this was love, or infatuation.