A/N: MK11's trailers inspired me, I knew they would. Very much looking forward too it.
Sometimes
She only got to see him sometimes, rarity saddening, casting dark, ever looming clouds over her head, threatening deluge. Sometimes, she wished for them to burst, filled to the brim, overflow soaking through fabric, skin bristling, soul shivering. Time growing in-between seeing her beloved? Kara's heart cracked, chest hurting, breaths laboured, nature heavy, forced through gritted teeth.
Gods knew, she loved him, each, every fibre of her being vibrating with stunning, vivid, vibrant sparks, once pristine white, opalescent hues scattered throughout, turned onyx, pitch nothingness, occasional scarlet glitter scattered about.
She loved Raiden, truth tearing paper doll, thunder burning, crackling embers, raw earth scenting air around them.
They would not admit it, preferring action over words, phrases deemed trivial, unconditional affection shown in threads, woven through silken hair, Kara finding weak spots within a man, within a God, scalp massage leaving little to her colourful imagination. He would melt into her, pool serene, puddle effect secretive, Goddess smiling, blooming cheeks, pursing lips, vain attempt to look 'pure,' painfully aware that, once he left, Raiden would revert back to 'fierce' guardian.
Whilst her heart adored his tenacity, her head, brain informed her that his recent action, killing of Shinnok shocked her, jolting heart upwards, throat swallow automatic reflex. The Elder Council called upon him, his time taken up with endless debate, meaningless to Raiden. He tired repeating himself, reason clear, as clear as he could make them.
Sometimes, Kara wished he would come home, cease fruitless patter, be with her. Gods, she was selfish, body recalling more than copacetic memories, blankets not needed, heat of his skin enough to melt frigid, melancholic heart.
It was his home, The Heavens striking, halcyon, days painted lapis, nights indigo, skin decorated coral, flush with demand, hunger evaporating articulate thought. Booms did proficient job of masking wicked tongues...
Kara stripped, methodical, cautious, Raiden's abode hers, and yet, things felt off, she couldn't quite grasp what, something lingering in stagnant air, carrying tang note, one she knew well. Placing worry aside, the woman hated wearing clothing in bed, static catching hairs on head, raising fine hairs on skin of her arms. Freshly shaven skin hitting cool sheets was worthy of feathery sigh, silken skin imploring, exploration fine, no longer enough, finding herself too easy...
Too quick.
Lying down, Kara gave balcony attention next, ignoring drafty surrounds, choosing to look at cornucopia in the garden, golden arabesque swept in whirls of wind, leaves all manner of Autumnal shades, hymn resonant, senses heightened, change in nature's symphony, sonnet disturbed.
Woman's head turned, bedraggled lover knocking, thoughtless sigh contrast, starkly to knocking, patience making Kara smile, sitting up, covering chest, barely, body showing signs she was unable to stop, head not the only thing facing God's direction.
"Come in." Light laughter left Goddess. "It is your house."
"That it may be," halo billowed, Kara single person to know it was chipped, "but it was never mine to claim alone. Its been yours as long as I have known you."
"Known me as girl, Goddess, companion?"
Calling this a 'relationship' was crass, neither meek, innocent, nor innocuous. This hurt both, crevasse created by nails, blades, rope marks masked by incantations.
"In every sense of the word."
Replying to latter, Kara approved.
"Its, its good to see you."
Cursing herself, biting lower lip, teeth worked it, irksome. They'd been falling, liquefying into each other over decade, known one another half a century, and yet, Kara's tongue worked hard to refrain blurting out her truth, piercing reality of just how indomitably she felt.
"It is our abode, my bed."
God's squint, tad smirk went replied with tut, mock frown.
"It is your bed, and yet, I am in it. Its wide enough for two. You may be tall, but you aren't broad, corded arms as wide as my head..."
Kara made ultimatum.
"If you wish me gone, say it."
Stern aptitude dropped instantly, Raiden dropped voice, pretence discarded, vocalisation wrenching yelp, timber used to full effect.
"Gone?"
Thunderer did not wish to speak, slightly insulted Goddess had tried, failing to use ability he had helped hone with him. Kara wouldn't read him, unless he gave express permission.
He could not blame her, he would not, forgiving folly quickly.
Heading to bathroom, shower visit brief, clothing was cast, haphazardly, half in wash basket, other grazing floor...
Kara held blanket hard, knuckles white with effort, door reopening awakening butterflies, wings skittering over form, pupils blown.
Silent, nude, perfectly carved, chiselled stone God effortlessly, ever so effortlessly, Kara falling millionth time made way towards woman, crouching, large hand palming cheek, index finger circling eyelids. Kara wove hand through ivory locks, tactical it was not, it was merely expressing fondness.
Goddess' jaw was sensitive, fine hairs raised. Pushing her head further into his embrace, Kara's free hand pushed herself up, rolling onto her side. She dared peek into his eyes, familiar azure shores rushing emotion to the fore. Swallowing it (if Raiden had seen trace of action, he failed to mention it,) thunderer kissed her, feeling nod, acquiescence coming freely.
Hands removing sheets, shell taken off, Raiden uncovered pearl, woman's skin aglow in distant moonlight, streaming through slits in wooden blinds.
Purchase skin, world phasing out, deities needed time to slow, giving them time to feel, bloom, heart's vines entwining, ensnaring, actually allow themselves to drop title, rank, voices foreign to all, bar them.
Raiden kept weight off Kara, hands either side of her arms, Kara's caressing form, finding each, every muscle, sinew, pastel pink nails leaving darker lines down ribs, patterns meaningless. It wasn't long before true intent became clear, trail of kisses from jaw to throat, to neck, to collarbone, chest, sternum, stomach downward. Kara had to bite her cheek to keep from swearing, sound of silence utterly disarming her. The softness of her skin, scent of amber musk held Raiden's full attention, want to please her overwhelming.
The two made themselves heard when they found each other in the darkness, held anchor, lost control.
Not before.
Not after.
Being atop a God came with risk, Raiden wondering was Kara bold enough to assume her status increased, position secure, hands certainly questing, brazenly painting him scarlet, mouth whatever shade lip product she had on at the time, now saliva, teeth marks soothed with it, counting ribs with tongue, mapping body, committing it to memory when nights grew longer, taking sun's beauty with it.
Whether in shower alone, her own home, once sanctuary, Kara used her own form as safe space, safe place digits, weaknesses employed, self confidence soaring, cliff peaks scaled several times.
Her place was with Raiden, beside him, on-top, underneath. She didn't mind, though chest constricted when thoughts conjured themselves up, of her, alone, yet again.
It was give and take, it had to be, hidden, despite their truth being accepted, universally.
All around the pair were perfectly happy for them, Fujin 'adopting' Kara as his little sister, Shaolin monks Liu Kang and Kung Lao, restored by Goddess herself were eternally grateful, pleased their old friend, Father figure had someone to lean on, weight his burdens carried troublesome, no matter him reassuring the men he could cope.
He did cope. For millennia, Raiden stayed isolated, his head firmly affixed in protecting Earthrealm. He dealt with problems within rules, within reason.
Reason and rules were redundant, made redundant quickly with each Mortal Kombat tournament, Emperor Shao Kahn, Quan Chi, Shang Tsung and Shinnok repeatedly battering the realm, Raiden's darker side reigned, those pulled on by friends, allies, Fujin mainly, now Kara.
They did it for his own protection, protection of Earthrealm.
They believed he had lost control at some point, after he murdered Shinnok, fact he managed that outrageous.
All forgave him, Kara doing all she could to help him forget, just for a time, tethering herself to him, God willingly letting her do this.
His mind was focused on her, his energy, best given to Kara, woman who, despite what he had done, loved him, shade and all.
Back bowing, Kara whispered, needing more, eyes lilac, power controlling her movements, body hostage, God flipping her, Goddess underneath clashing hip bones, realigning them, aching, skin tender, lightning flying off ethereal soul above her causing Kara to buck, cry out.
Not from pain.
No, this lacked want to inflict injury.
This act resulted from idolatry, worship, in most private sense of the word.
When act was done, warmth remained, stayed two beings holding one feeling, one crystal. Their soul gems, Raiden's rare, marvellous trilliant Yellow Diamond, fused with Kara's Amethyst Geode, combining to create ultraviolet spectrum in palms, light cascading, stars on the ceiling, beams on the walls, floor, tatami mat's dull beige glorious new hue, clarity stunning.
Clear up was inevitable, neither wished to move, Kara kissing Raiden like he meant it, Raiden returning that, as he did mean it. She deserved much more than he could be, he knew this, lance through chest, precious nebulous organ reminding him, stinging eyes following.
He would cry, muted, wrack, holding Kara tight, tears staining crown of honeyed brunette hair.
Kara would hold Raiden even tighter, knowing if he wished to leave, needed space to mourn loss of former self, he would do so.
Her mouth on sweat sodden forehead let him know she cared for him in his entirety, be it his past, present...
Future? Promising that wouldn't be fair, Kara more than fair.
More than thunderer deserved...
Sometimes, Raiden let himself sleep, his mind would cease torment, body would fall lax, limbs reminding him of thousand year battle, scars littering form. Kara, if allowed would kiss them, raised skin rather responsive.
He drifted in and out of sleep, blurred woman flushed, nude figure stretched out majestic, saline splashing her watercolour, art subjective.
To him, Kara held key, pieces of him together, aimless without her, walking without purpose, destination meaningless, unless she was there.
Sometimes, Raiden wanted to tell Kara he loved her, with everything he had, all he was, everything he had been, whatever he was to become. The words would dance gleefully on tongue. He would go to open mouth, let them out...
And they would vanish, feet sprinting off, into the distance, confusion, throb belligerence.
Hoping Goddess knew, look, outpouring of soul through orbs reflecting mood, blue at peace, red divisive, Raiden looked upon celestial being, all whilst feeling he belonged in Netherrealm's flames...
She knew, Kara knew him, the him that lay beneath 'God' moniker, thunderer graciously indebted, humbled hugely.
Sometimes, Raiden would travel to The Heavens, go straight to his home, wishing for woman who accepted him, flawed persona never mentioned, not once, reverence for him immense to be there, pottering about, messy braid, ruffled from mussing it up, worry the cause, frown lines on brow.
They would lift, demeanour change immediate, Kara's face would light up, kettle already boiling, smile brightening God's day, regardless of what happened that day, that month.
Kara relished the silence between them, for it spoke volumes...
Sometimes, the darkness held discomfort, disquiet, anxiety. You never quite knew what lay in, beneath the shadows.
Sometimes wished to become always, both deities wishing for peace, tranquillity, normality.
They were content with how things were.
They had little choice in the matter. Others controlled their lives, dictated their actions.
Not here, not in Raiden's safe place.
Not with Kara in his arms, hair splayed on his chest.
They, Heavenly Council, Earthrealm could wait.
The two held eternity tentatively in hands, their piece, meant only for them.
None would take away their sometimes...