Title: Anatomy of a Relationship
Author: FelineFemme
Rating: R or whatever "Sex and the City"-type episodes would be;p
Summary: Touko Masaki's POV of events during WHR. For those of you who are anti-Touko or songfics, beware! Myohohohoho!
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I wanna wake up where you are
I won't say anything at all
So why don't you slide
And I'll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothing that fall
Oh may
Put your arms around me
What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful
"Slide" by the Goo Goo Dolls
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I'll be honest: At first, it was just about sex.
Amon is convenient, he doesn't ask too much of me nor I of him, which is probably why he didn't refuse me this or any time I've asked, and vice versa. And I'd come to Harry's out of some maudlin sentimentality. I get like that after a breakup, particularly a bad one. And the last one I went out with was bad, some yakuza jerk who was less fun in bed than I thought and more of an abusive thug. Needless to say, I was getting really tired of hiding bruises under long-sleeved sweaters and cakes of foundation.
I seem to be attracted to strong, distant, dangerous types. I wonder why that is.
That's particularly true in Amon's case. But in bed, despite his never-failing habit of using condoms properly, he's great. I don't even have to fake it with him, emotions or relationships or orgasms, which make our dalliances an easy thing to fall into. He would say things with his lips, his hands, even his groin, that he wouldn't dare say with his vocal cords. With his body, he would speak his mind, and, dare I say, even his heart. Or perhaps I'm reading too much into it. Still, I was lonely and drunk (okay, so I ordered more than a sherry later on) and on the rebound, and he happened to catch me at the right time. Or maybe it was a wrong time. Whatever it was, I wasn't arguing.
Was it coincidence that I saw him at Harry's the day Robin moved in? I'm never quite sure when it comes to my father. Out of obligation, I let the new Hunter stay with me, even let my father pay a minimum stipend for her room and board. I suppose throwing a nun (can a Hunter still be a nun?) into some strange hotel might prove a shock, but she wasn't exactly great for empathizing with a broken heart. So off to Harry's I went. And into Amon's bed that night.
Like I said, was it coincidence? Was my father looking out for me in his aloof, twisted way? Or was Amon actually indulging himself in a rare drink, as he does from time to time? I'd ask, but there's so many months, years, of words unspoken between us that it doesn't occur to me to ask. The thought is in the back of my mind, even as we tangle, then throw off the sheets with our mind-blowing lovemaking. All I can tell from his body language (and my goodness, what a body!), is that he'd had a hard day. I didn't mind, as long as his hardness extended beyond that expressionless face of his.
Episode 2: "Addicted to Power"