Title: Determination
Author: Melcena
Archive? Ask
Contact: melcena@hotmail.com
Parings: 6+9
Warnings: Limey. Angsty. Het. Short.
Comments: I hate myself.
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She turns between sweaty sheets, wanting and not wanting to close her eyes. She knows the moment she goes to sleep she will fall into a world of blue and silver where no wars rage and no machines flame. A world where there is nothing but a beautiful man with clear eyes and gentle hands.
Her fingers grasp her pillow. She doesn't know how much longer she can take the sweet torture, how much longer she can last without it. Sighing, she lets herself go and her dreams are vivid.
He is there as always, waiting for her.
"What took you so long?" he murmurs as he reaches for her, eyes and voice aflame. "I was afraid you weren't coming."
She answers breathless, already lost, "You know I'll always come." The mingled pain/pleasure of being so close to him makes her weak. She seeks out his mouth and her tears trickle between them. She is blind, tangled in long platinum hair, seeing nothing, feeling nothing, wanting nothing but him.
The night passes slowly, quickly, endlessly.
When she wakes the next morning the sheets are twisted about her and the pillow is stained with tears. She sighes and rises slowly, knowing she will have to face him - the real him - today. Today, tomorrow, and the days after that... She shivers with a remembered touch and meets her own eyes in the mirror.
She will prevail.
Author: Melcena
Archive? Ask
Contact: melcena@hotmail.com
Parings: 6+9
Warnings: Limey. Angsty. Het. Short.
Comments: I hate myself.
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She turns between sweaty sheets, wanting and not wanting to close her eyes. She knows the moment she goes to sleep she will fall into a world of blue and silver where no wars rage and no machines flame. A world where there is nothing but a beautiful man with clear eyes and gentle hands.
Her fingers grasp her pillow. She doesn't know how much longer she can take the sweet torture, how much longer she can last without it. Sighing, she lets herself go and her dreams are vivid.
He is there as always, waiting for her.
"What took you so long?" he murmurs as he reaches for her, eyes and voice aflame. "I was afraid you weren't coming."
She answers breathless, already lost, "You know I'll always come." The mingled pain/pleasure of being so close to him makes her weak. She seeks out his mouth and her tears trickle between them. She is blind, tangled in long platinum hair, seeing nothing, feeling nothing, wanting nothing but him.
The night passes slowly, quickly, endlessly.
When she wakes the next morning the sheets are twisted about her and the pillow is stained with tears. She sighes and rises slowly, knowing she will have to face him - the real him - today. Today, tomorrow, and the days after that... She shivers with a remembered touch and meets her own eyes in the mirror.
She will prevail.