I, Wong
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Rain smiled down at her lover lazily, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. Heh, intimacy. Bet most people don't think I even know what the word means, she mused, gently running her finger tips over the slumbering woman's bare, velvety skinned back. She didn't particularly care what others thought about her, quite accustomed to being judged at first sight. Still, it did bother her lover…
The woman in question stirred, stretching like a large cat, before opening her eyes to gaze adoringly at the young Hispanic. "Good morning." she murmured, leaning forward and capturing the sleep-ruffled woman's lips in a tender kiss.
"Good morning darling." the other woman replied, smiling sweetly, and lightly caressing her cheek.
Rain made a face, playfully glaring at her girlfriend. "You know I hate it when you call me that." she complained lightheartedly, gently nudging the pale skinned woman's forehead with her own.
"Hmmm… yes, I know that's what you say, but-" her lover paused, initiating a kiss of her own. "I know that deep down, you love it," she concluded, pecking the glowering woman on the nose.
"Do not." the dark haired woman mumbled, pouting as she watched the blonde slide out of bed.
"Yes you do, otherwise you wouldn't have that silly smile on your face." her lover replied without turning around, heading to the bathroom. The lounging woman quickly wiped the lovesick expression from her face.
"What is she, psychic?" she muttered under her breath, sitting up and swinging her legs to the floor.
"No love, I just know you." the other woman called from the bathroom, stifling a laugh when her partner cursed, grumbling about being transparent.
Rain entered the bathroom, walking up behind her lover, who was washing her hands and face. She wrapped her arms around the slimmer woman's waist, and rested her chin on a smooth shoulder. "I love you Rain," the blonde whispered, leaning back into the embrace. Looking into the mirror, the tan woman graced her lover with a rare smile.
"I love you, Ada Wong."
She jerked to awareness, clutching the shotgun close to her chest. Biting back a sob, she suddenly felt sick. "Oh God, Rain…" she whimpered, one shaky hand coming to cover her mouth.
It had been almost 36 hours since she had broken out of the hospital, and in that time she had not seem a soul, living or dead. She had traveled until it began to get dark, and which point she had ducked into a woman's clothing store, and barricaded herself in. She had been there for six hours, and estimated that she had another 6 before the sun came up. She refused to travel in the dark, urgent instincts to leave the City or no. The stillness gave her time to think, and to remember…
The first memories that came back to her were more recent; bits and pieces of her faux marriage with Spence, the complete memories of her deal with Lisa, her actual mission briefing concerning the Mansion.
Then came things like, her favorite color--red, the name of her dog when she was seven--Kentia, the location of her secret stash of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies--in her sock drawer, all the way to the right.
She had been concentrating on trying to remember her name, first or last. After only a few moments, her thoughts had turned to Rain, the young, brash Hispanic Soldier, who had the saddest eyes she had even seen on a woman. She did not question the line of thinking, knowing her mind would take her to where she needed to go in it's own time. She had instead followed the thought track, closing her eyes and wading into the memories.
The dark haired woman had intrigued her from the moment she had taken off her mask, revealing a brooding, irritated, and ruggedly beautiful face. She noticed now that, in retrospect, the moment that those coffee colored eyes had fallen on her, they had lit up like Roman Candles. But, when her condition-- amnesia due to exposure to the nerve gas-- had been revealed, those same eyes had dampened, darkening to a black, full of unspoken rage.
Oh God, Rain…
The look the other woman had given her on the train, after she had injected her with the anti-virus; she understood it now. A mixture of longing, and almost unbearable pain had flashed over her sweat soaked face; at the time, she had thought that it was the clash between the T-Virus and the antidote, but now, she knew better. She cursed herself, remembering the look of abject misery mixed with hope when she, relieved that her companion had not been dead, had said she would kiss her.
Backing up until her back and pressed against the wall, and sliding down its cool surface, Ada Wong felt the tears break free. "At least now I know my name," she whispered, before crumbling and sobbing her broken heart into her cold, numb hands.
AN: What do you think?? I've got a whole bunch of ideas for Ada (damnit, that chick was Ada Wong, I don't care what anyone says; she had the scar, and she had the matrix wanna be powers, and she knew frellin' everythin' about Umbrella. Hence Ada). This little short could have brothers and sisters very soon, but you have to tell me what you think.
