Pairing – May/Steven
Note(s) – This is going to be a series of one shots/drabbles featuring the pairings of various league champions/mentors and the heroines of the games. Please enjoy and tell me what you think!
Paramour
Don't run away like those flower coveting butterflies.
She remembers, faintly, the night before. The kisses, embraces, touches. They burn her on the inside and out, cursing her, romanticizing her into believing that he'd never leave. That they would be together for forever and a day.
She glances at him, at his hard, pale body, and realizes that maybe he won't. Leave, that is. That maybe, unlike the butterflies coveting flower dappled lands, he won't fly away. He won't flee. Perhaps he'll stay and regard her presence for another a night, another dawn, another dream.
May sighs.
The light of morning, she notices, casts a faint glow in the dark room, etching his muscles, his exposed body, leaning all the way down towards the small curve of his hip bones. May looks away, awkwardly, embarrassedly. She still can't believe what she'd done the night before.
Her innocence – her brilliant virtue – was stolen away. Thieved in the dead of night, but she hadn't complained. In fact she did quite the opposite. She begged for him, pleaded for him to just touch her there one more time. That nerved her, how she could offer him the fragile fusibility of herself. That he would just so sweetly take it like a child stealing a lollypop in the local candy shop.
May's eyes burn with tears. He would probably leave her; leave her for someone else, someone far more perfect, someone with curves and ruby lips. Someone who didn't have flaws and freckles and small stretch marks skittering across her body.
The buckle of a belt clasps into place and she turns onto her right side, staring at his chest amorously, tearfully. He regards her like a doll, ready to break, ready to fall apart. His hands fumble with the zipper of his pants.
She looks up into his bright eyes and he nods, acceptance passing by. He grabs his shirt and tugs it over his head while his jacket stays littered on the floor, even when he lets himself out of the door.
May realizes, grabbing the only piece of him that she has, that sometimes leaving is all we can do.
end.