Title: The Storm
Author: Utenakun
Series: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Summary: The Prince comes in out of
the rain, and his Bride is waiting for him.
But it's never as pretty as that.
AU.
Rating: PG-13, some slightly disturbing sexuality. Heterosexual pairing.
Disclaimer: Well, I own the name "Utenakun"…
on ff. net, anyway… and that's about it.
Sue me not.
Notes: Originally meant as a Conversation, but it
wound up having way too much description and not enough dialogue for
that. Much love and kisses to Never Draven for the beta job.
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There is no thunder or lightning, and the sun is shining through the clouds. But still, the rain has been coming down steadily for hours, and she has been standing by the window all this time, eyes steadily tracing the endless, endless stream of water. Then her eyes close. He is home.
He steps inside, shaking droplets of water out of his hair, and she is instantly there with a towel and a steaming mug of tea. She kneels to help him out of his wet socks and shoes, murmuring happily, "Welcome home, Akio-sama."
He towels off his hair and dabs at his sopping uniform. "Glad to be home, it's miserable out." He bends down a little and pulls her up, kissing her deeply because he can. His hand cups around her breast and squeezes hard, because he can.
She smiles as he pushes her aside, follows him in silently and sits on his lap when he sits down and beckons her. She winds her arms around his neck and settles in with a blank, blissful expression on her face, giving no sign of discomfort as water seeps into the silk of her gown. His hands settle themselves around her waist and between her thighs, and she gives no sign. "But…"
"Hmm?" He blinks in surprise, certainly unused to hearing such a word from his bride. "But what?"
Her eyes slide to the rain pattering down the tall, grand windows, and something stirs behind those blue eyes, something which makes her smile at the pearly gray sky beyond. It is not quite the same smile she gives her prince. "But… it's quite beautiful."
He laughs and nuzzles into her pale neck, hands wandering over territory so satisfyingly his. "Still such an optimist, I see."