He carried her gently to the bed, the moment being solidified as he had always imagined. She felt softer, but not lighter. She gained muscle, something sturdy while she waited for him. She had spent her time making herself stand strong while he was gone. He understood that she had needed strength, just in case the pain came back...just in case she had really lost him. It made this all the more painful but exhilarating. He wanted to prove to her that she meant everything to her, that this would be the end of all of her pain. He would never let her be hurt again.
Archer gently laid her down, the moment being far more surreal than they had ever imagined. His hands gently glided over every inch of her body. The gentle way that he removed her shirt, all the while keeping his lips collided with her between breathy promises. Promises of forever, of pleasure and happiness, promises that they needed...
Rin felt his hands begin to glide against her skin, his hands being far hotter than her body temperature. The heat colliding with the cold felt as if steam was going to rise from their body. Rin slowly arched towards Archer; a smug grin crossing his face. She felt her mouth open to reprimand him for his careless display, but she found a finger delicately placed over her lips.
He carefully began removing her bra, delicate of every inch of her body. His hands carefully ran around them, tracing every inch of the area surrounding her breasts, delicately teasing them. Another smile graced his lips before as Rin watched. Finally, his warm hands finally touched the cold of her skin, skin that had never been touched by anyone else, saved for this moment. A gasp escaped her mouth; her body arched and reacted to it. The kneading of her breasts sending her body into a reaction she had never felt before; her face being flushed red. She felt him watching her, and she turned her head as far away to try to hide it, somewhat embarrassed by the way that she couldn't handle this small action.
Archer watched as Rin turned her head away, and he focused his attention equally on the other breast. Only to make it worse for Rin; he slowly ran his tongue over her breast, as gently as he could hold himself to. Rin stretched, almost pulling away from his mouth as quiet moans escaped from her mouth. He began to suck, finding more reaction from her body as she struggled to breathe. After a few moments, pleas from Rin's mouth, faint traces of her name across her lips, he felt her hands tracing up his back and undoing his armor. As it slowly slides off, she carelessly threw it to the floor, piling on top of the red shirt on the floor. The mixing of clothes resembling the mixing of their bodies; intertwined in a way that seemed to endlessly tie them to each other.
Clothing fell carelessly from them as they rushed towards their dream with hunger on their lips. The moment seemed to last forever, and quickly at the same time. The care with which Archer held her, promising that she was going safe, that he would always protect her, solidified the bond; a contract of their very own.
The beginning was difficult, both trying to find footing in the rhythm. Rin quickly found the pace of Archer's hips, the feeling sending some new sensation through her body from deep inside of her. She found herself begging for more, begging for one more touch of skin, one more motion, one more sensation...to never let this moment end.
The caress of his calloused skin, worn by years of battle and abuse sent shivers down her spine. Every inch of her ached to feel his touch, to feel his skin writhe against hers. With every motion, she felt sweat bead down his skin intermixing with the sweat that was starting to gather on her skin. She felt every inch of him colliding against her, and it made every single fiber of her body shiver until she felt her body begin to build to a pressure point.
As he watched her body begin to shudder, small gasps escaping only quicker and quicker. Archer could tell what her body felt, and Archer finding his body shaking from the tension, a strong wave about to break within his body.
And then he was gone... It was nothing. That is what hurt.
The nothing.
He was there. There were so many feelings, so many hopes...Suddenly, he was just gone and there was no response. He was just gone, no real good-bye. Words had been spoken, but they were never truly from him. It was never the words that he would have said. Never the words that they should have said.
She screamed the words long after he was gone, long after the crimson had disappeared, long after the symbol that tied them together faded away.
She practically screamed at the silence. The pain feeling as if it needed to vocalize; if it could have taken shape, it would have been daggers. She screamed pain after pain at him until her throat was raw...until she lost her voice...until she lost her feeling and footing. She fell, screaming at the floor. She begged for understanding and for reason. She begged for him back, and she begged for someone to listen to her tears. It felt as if everything was taken away from her; every feeling and emotion was taken out; everything was replaced with pure pain.
Sitting in the cold of the shower, letting the water hit her as she felt the water intermix with the tears running down her face. She couldn't feel the pain anymore. The cold water had burned her skin when it hit her; the pain reminding her that there was something still real in this world...her pain hadn't completely taken everything from her.
Slowly, she noticed the water was all from the shower head. She had run out of tears to cry anymore. He had just left. He shouldn't have. She should have done more to be there for him. She should have been the one that saved him; the one that kept him here...Yet, he was gone, and she sat here..alone
Each day finding the pain a little manageable, but pain never leaves; it only finds a different place to live. Walking around the house, finding that the routine of always having him to talk to and be there was gone. It was as if he had died or simply never existed.
The pain was unbearable. The world was cold, and she knew that there was so much left unsaid. There was so much left for them, yet she wasn't able to let it go like this. She cried, vowing to never let this pain go away. If she did, she would never stay motivated to bring him back or keep him. If she let these daggers stop stabbing her, there would be no hope to remember the great of him.
The pain always begs you to remember the small moments when you smiled, and she smiled so much thinking of the small things he did or said for her. The complaints, the fake insults, and the small chores he always did to keep her able to get through the day.
She would regain her Archer...her Red Archer...the one that she had so much left for; the one that she had so many memories left to make with.
There is no hope.
There is hope.
He is gone forever.
I will get him back.
If there was anyone left in this crazy world, anyone good enough to get this done, she would be able to get him back. She would make up for all of this lost time, and she wouldn't be making this mistake. All of these next few moments, hours, days, months, years would be spent getting Archer back and keeping the past from repeating itself. She would never feel this pain again, and she would never lose her Archer again.
Tears slowly slid down her cheek as she laid there against his chest, his arms holding her tight against him. His warmth keeping her so comfortable and safe against him. All the struggle, all of the pain, and screaming was worth it. She remembered that feeling and realized how much better it felt here in his arms.
She felt Archer slowly slide his hand to her face where he began to catch her tears.
"Rin, is something wrong?"
She smiled. He had done much to her, but questioning if she was alright was new. She expected a witty response.
"No..I'm happy..." Rin smiled and closed her eyes, trying to burn this moment, this night, into her memory.
Archer smiled at how quickly she fell asleep, assuming that she finally felt safe...and exhausted. Archer smiled. All of those moments spent without her, wondering if she would even remember him or if he would fade into oblivion, seemed so meaningless compared to this moment. This was the moment that winning the war would have been for, and he hadn't even felt it before now.
She looked so beautiful while she slept. It was a peaceful that he would fight the world to protect. For all that she had been through, she was gracious enough to share this innocence with him, to share a trust where she could be at peace with him. Archer felt something really new to him. He was a guardian...a guardian to this woman, to this moment, to this peace.
