Plunge.

T: I bring you a short little fic thought up and typed as swiftly as possible in order that I might get in just a little before the release of chptr 81! Beware spoilers for everything/anything up to chptr 80, wild theorising on character motivation/other things and the future potential for this all being AU!

I own the play but not the actors!

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From the moment that Hikaru had made that entirely embarrassing and undeniably impossible suggestion, her head had been filling with little else than the thought of what this moment and what it might become.

She knew, in her heart of hearts, that Tamaki was not so very egotistical or so cruel as to take her confession and twist it into the farcical affair that it'd been in her nightmare. However…

However, past that there wasn't very much that she was entirely certain of.

In the breathless moment where she'd stood, like some spare part, and watched him gain the happy ending that she never would, she'd thought a great deal about the strangeness of that uncertainty and about anything else but the hard, envious, feeling eating at her stomach.

There had been a time, not so long ago, when acting without certainty of the consequence would have been a thing of unrivalled terror, when running so hard after something of no direct worth to her own cause would have seemed as needless effort.

A part of her still can not quite believe that the impossible, childish, and altogether infuriating man at her side is responsible for that change can not believe that she could be so weak as to succumb to something as simple as emotion.

What she feels whenever he smiles at her, or when she has done something to gain that little extra worth in his eyes, is enough to quieten those voices, is enough to have kept her certain of him even in these darker times.

She is practical enough still to know that, even should he reciprocate, their life shall not always be the way that it is now, that, no matter how blessed he seems to be, there are some things that will always be there between them and yet…

…more than anything she wishes to let him see a little of what her has done for her, wishes to find a way to repay his unconscious, unscripted, kindnesses.

This is why she had spoken those irretraceable words; why she had at last set free the one thing she has kept from him.

For a long moment he stands perfectly still, the warmth of the hand clenched still in hers as the only sign that he lives still.

Then he shifts enough to break even that scant contact, to expose the nakedness of the want there on his face and then his lips are again upon her own. There is no mistaking the intent behind the contact, this time, nor the fierce spark of passion there behind it and she gives herself to the intensity of it all both body and soul.

Eventually he breaks the embrace and, calm hosts face entirely in ruins, he replies,

"I love you too…." And then, voice shaking a little for the emotion he mumbles, je t'aime, je t'aime…." Over and over, before again pulling her lips to his.

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