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A/N: This is the first installment of a four part series following Billy Joel's The Stranger, which refused to get out of my head. This is from Sanzo's point of view. If more is wanted, feel free to ask.
The Stranger: Satin
I scooted closer to his warmth, brushing his arm languidly.
He sighed contently in his sleep, tightening his grip on my waist.
I had thousands of half formed questions floating through my skull, none of them colliding with the correct other half. Most of them started with 'Why?' Without a true question, I was unable to fall asleep as well.
Gratuitous primal acts like what we had just engaged in, was not something that I normal indulged in.
But I enjoyed it.
And so did he.
And were both content. I was just not as content as I could be. I needed to extract the questions from my mind like pearls and string them together to form a coherent thought.
Time seemed to have been suspended. Relativity arched and rolled, bucking both of us off into a land beyond physics.
It had been years since I had last indulged. I still loved to bask in the afterglow and not say a word: there were no words to say, just warmth to absorb. Years ago that act set me on fire, bursting forth from my core. Now, all of my warmth has gone, but he... he was still warm.
I was reluctant at first, but that must have been what compelled me to take that final step with him: to gain some of my humanity back. I honestly did not know if I truly would gain back my losses... A pretty white lie was always the best. There was no way to become more human, and engaging in animalistic acts would just further remove me from the last shreds of my humanity.
I did not know where to go from where we had crash landed, what would become of our friendship, how our work ethic would be affected, or if I should follow him into a contented slumber, leaving the complications for the morning to sort through. But that is not the type of person I was, I did everything with precision accuracy when it needed to be accomplished and no later. However, he seemed to have changed me that night, softening my steel, throwing me into a cavernous abyss, leaving me suppler than satin.
FIN