Title: Fall's Embrace, Summer's Laughter

Series: Amatsuki

Rating: MA

Pairing: OT3

Warnings: na

So I sit here and I'm wondering, just wondering, if those feather light touches mean something, or if you're just trying to drive me out of my mind with your mock innocence? I mean, you've never even hinted…well, maybe you have and for once I'm slow on the uptake, but I never thought you'd actually go there. Of the two of us, okay, maybe three if you count that over grown parakeet…no, not that one, that one, Mr. Green and Gold Chain-boy, but of the three of us, I thought for sure it'd be her. Because, you know, being straight and all that kinda makes the most sense, but we are in a giant video game trying not to die and maybe that makes this okay, maybe not. Maybe for once I should try acting like you always do and just do instead of think.

As your fingers slid between the folds of rough hewn grey and black, ice cold on heated flesh and there, yeah, right there, I realize thinking may not be a physical possibility anymore. So what the hell, if you want more then I can definitely give you more. I can give you so much more that you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow, which sounds like a damn good idea actually, although we'll probably need to change positions or it'll be me not walking and I'm already sans an arm after all…fair's fair. The floor boards creak noisily as you push me down, crawling across me until all I feel is the cool bite of nail heads pressing up into my exposed back and thighs and your warm weight pressing me down, holding me like you're afraid I'll wander off and get lost again.

I find it strangely amusing thinking that, since it was you who left me side before and now it seems you only want to tie me closer, a mother with an errant child at her skirt. A small shifting of your hips has my mind blanking and my body shivering. A few more of those and I won't care about the splinters digging into my backside. As your fingers slip lower all I can do is grit my teeth and gnaw on my bottom lip, the sounds would make this all too real should they be voiced aloud. The blood is pounding in my ears as your fingers move faster, faster, fa…

….

The slamming of the shoji screen behind my head startles me. Probably less so than the sight of us does her, but behind the embarrassment and anger I can see the fear and frustration lingering in the dark depths. She'd run like a scared dog if those same beautifully torturous fingers didn't lift off butterfly light from my sweat damped flesh and hover in the air between us, a gentle invitation that I know she won't refuse. Because as much as I've thought about initiating contact before, I know he's the only one she'd ever allow to do exactly this…taking those trembling fingers in his own and coaxing her down beside us until she's nestled between our warmth away from the cold, cruel world's prying eyes and just as tenderly he slips his warmth around her, in her, and I feel the world shudder as he draws me in too. I quiver as we rock together as one.

Ignoring the complicated feelings that will obviously come from this all I can do now is ignite with them, fall with them, tremble and quake with them; knowing that I'm fragily perched on the precipice with them and that I wouldn't trade it for anything. Personally, I'm not sure if this is such a good idea or not. Not really sure I care. If this is what he wants I'm willing to defy gravity, the Gods, and physics. *chuckle* That could be a lot of fun actually. So I'll wait and watch and move and if either fall I'll catch them. Because really…what I wouldn't do for them is so much less than what I would.

~Fin