Ethereal Aurora
Pairing: USUK
Rating: PG-13, borderline M
Summary: When the gossamer threads of the curtain concealing the moonlit rays of midnight receive the luminescent glow with welcoming arms, Arthur wakes and shifts his emerald eyes at half-mast to rest upon Alfred. When Arthur wakes in the few, lovely hours before dawn time after time, he glimpses the bright light reflecting off silver dog tags. And he realizes, as he always does when a pair of comforting arms surround him, that Alfred might just mean something to him. When Arthur feels the pleasurable, sensual emotion build in the resplendent luminescence of a heavenly body as gentle lips caress his, he cannot fight the feeling that Alfred is someone special.
Enjoy~
As Arthur wakes in the heavy dark on a frigid winter night, he trembles and shivers from the cool midnight air. The soft glow of the moon seeps through the slats of the white shutters like liquid silver, and the deafening silence only interrupted by the rustle of crisp sheets, or a quiet, contented sigh. His arms seek the warmth of the blankets, like young shoots seek the giving warmth of the golden sun. But, on nights like these when the honey sun is hidden away from the world, and the luminescent moon is the only one to bear witness, Arthur's fingers delve into the darkness in search of cover from the frosty air. His shoulders release their pent-up tension as a foreign, yet familiar arm brings the coverlet of goose down to his chin, and reaches beneath the bedding to mellowly curl about his middle. It is then Arthur pursues a different source of heat.
He trails his fingers casually across the bedclothes, and finally reaches the body whose every detail has been imprinted and committed to his memory, time after time. Every curve, angle and inch of the sun-kissed skin and the contrasting sinfully and heavenly body. A quiet hitch of his breath, the only indication that Arthur has woken his target. A metallic clink resounds through the pleasant silence, as his alluring American's dog tags gleam and shift in the luminescent moonshine. Arthur's breath hitches as a pair of bright blue eyes languidly open, and the arm around his waist pulls him closer to the irresistible man beside him. The British man feels as if he is the unsteady tide, and Alfred the waning moon, whose gravity constantly pulls him toward him and beckons just out of reach.
Yet, not this night; Arthur can easily reach out and touch him, and he does. His heightened senses stir as Alfred begins to trace shapes into Arthur's side, his eyes never leaving Arthur's. Arthur feels light-headed and a sharp intake of breath is the only noise in the night that cloaks the pair in darkness, and the evanescent light casting long shadows about the bedroom.
He tucks his head beneath Alfred's chin as he breaths in the intoxicating scent that is so overwhelmingly Alfred. His lips gently touch Alfred's neck, moving leisurely. Arthur almost wishes that the pleasant sated and spent feeling of a few hours before would return, as his heart beats with increasing speed and his pulse quickens. Almost. The heavy desire that envelopes Arthur and takes away any thought occurring in his mind is not an all-controlling, rapid feeling. Instead, it is one of unadulterated bliss as Arthur melts further in Alfred's exhilarating embrace.
His gentle kisses morph into docile nips, following the smooth curve of Alfred's neck. Alfred's arms creep unhurriedly across the expanse of the Briton's pale back. Arthur arches like a cat, flush against Alfred and emits a hum of satisfaction. No words are exchanged; none are needed. Each is attuned to their lover so acutely, that single brush of the hand can be easily comprehended.
Arthur can feel Alfred's teasing kisses, wandering through his hair, down to pause at his face. His lips skim over the surface of Arthur's cheeks, and come to rest upon his lips. A rousing, passionate kiss ensues. Alfred continues his path downwards, down, down, down, until he presses an open-mouthed kiss to Arthur's chest. Arthur cannot help but allow a simple moan to escape.
The time comes to a standstill, as if the world stops revolving for a moment for two lovers tangled beneath the sheets. Arthur looks up to his American, and notices the change in positions. Alfred rests above him, his elbows placed on either side of his head and leans down to bestow upon him a lingering kiss. His cool dog tags tickle the base of Arthur's chin. His blue eyes do not move from his green ones as Arthur tangles his fingers into the soft, blonde hair. Arthur stifles his cries, as Alfred sensually moves his hips. He presses a kiss to Alfred's temple, and then it is at that moment, that Arthur wishes they could lie forever, wrapped in the embrace, to stay concealed by the blankets, within the uncontainable heat, in the luminous confines of the bedroom.
As sweet nothings gain flight on the tongues of whispered English, they transpire in the throes of hidden love. Arthur ponders the existence of himself, and how this situation has come to be. But all thought is lost to the intimate actions of the forgiving couple. As Arthur pulls Alfred closer, and Alfred's movements render the Briton immobile.
A soft cry of his lover's name, followed rapidly by another, and Arthur lies feeling fulfilled. Alfred gently rolls over, and Arthur rests his head softly upon Alfred's chest. They wait for their breathing to steady, and Arthur is being lulled to sleep by the beat of Alfred's heart and the warmth that engulfs him. The American grows drowsy as well, and tugs his Briton closer to his body. The sheets provide shelter from the chilly air.
There is something that remains untainted by the corruption of the surrounding realm.
"Love... Love you," Alfred whispers into Arthur's ear, and Alfred knows without looking, that Arthur is surely every shade of red from scarlet to crimson. It makes him protectively ecstatic to know he is the only one who sees Arthur like this, the only one who can make him like this.
Arthur stirs, and nuzzles his head into the crook of his neck.
"I love you, as well."
Why they love each other, or how they came to love each other after years of hurt and scars so deep, sworn never to be healed, does not matter. They do now, and always will as the sky, days, seasons, and life change, it remains constant. Time, death and life renewed cannot stand in its way, as love transcends all boundaries and earthly limitations.
Daybreak approaches as the lovers fall into a dreamless sleep. The dark blues and hues of black fade to rosy pinks and violets. The sky changes as the lovers remain in the arms of the other. No one is better witness to such an ethereal aurora than the American and the Briton.
... Fin!
I realize this hardly qualifies if at all as M, however I just wanted to be safe. I just could not get enough of the pairing! Will be updating my other fanfics in a couple days. Please review! I love each and everyone I receive, it brings a smile to my face.
Until then,
Lifeisforlivingoutloud
Finally beta-ed on 1/24/13