Duality: First Contact.
One stormy, horrible night, she stepped into the Gemini House, without announcing herself. I had just came out from a prolongued bath, (which was needed with urgence after training with my twin, Kanon), conveniantly covered by only a towel, wrapped around my waist.
I am, not at all, sure if this fact influenced in anything that would happen shortly after this event, but I plan on being as detailed as possible with this, as both, my memory and my vocabulary allow me to.
Going back to that bittersweet night, as I was describing moments before, I was nearly naked, with the blushing object of my unspoken affection in front of me.
I was fine, I swear. I was. Until she spoke my name.
It felt like if an angel had just done that. Have I already mentioned that she had this lovely, purring voice that is just to-...?
Alright, enough.
At the time, she didn't look too good to me. In the sense that I inferred that something was distressing her in some way.
I began speaking. Asked her if she was alright, I apologized again because of what happened with Hades and the others, and more things, although I don't consider it relevant to the story, and that is why, probably, I don't remember my words with exactitude.
All I know is that, suddenly, she became closer, and her small, delicate hands landed on my abdomen. I dared to speak her name, and she pressed her warm, inviting front gainst my chest, her face hidden against my skin, shooting electricity down my spine. I tensed.
Why?
Because even if I did know that I should have pushed her away, I didn't.
Her name passed through my lips in surprise. Saori.
She repeated mine.
Saga.
Yes, Saga is my name. Saga of Gemini. Saga. Saga. It had never sounded so good, so pure, until she said it, in that tone, with her voice, in her own way.
Eitherway.
Even if it should have stopped there, it did not.
I could not help it when my hands found their way to her face, and brough it closer to mine, enough for our lips to meet in a tentalizing crush. And then, then... I didn't care about anything at all. And, apparently, neither did she.
My hands were everywhere and anywhere, her hands were caressing my shoulderblades, the back of my neck, then tugging on my hair gently, to then let their fingertips explore my spine, sending chills through my taller body, making me tremble helplessly.
And then, just then, after being handing dangerously from my hips, my towel fell. It shouldn't have. It wasn't supposed to. But it did.
She was driving me insane, in all honesty. Maybe it was the way she whispered my name, maybe it was the way she let my palms venture along her body, or maybe the gentle, timid caress of her fingers, perhaps it was the way her lips began to seek for mine, I'll never know, probably, the whole effect that this woman had on me.
I don't recall what she was wearing, but then again, it didn't last too much on her, this I assure you.
I do remember I kissed her everywhere (I would be surprised if I said that I didn't even kiss her shadow as well) , and she returned the favour, once I used my greater weight and size to throw her against one pillar, and then on the floor, along with her clothes. Useless, hideous things, those.
Clothes, that is.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and locked her ankles together, dig her nails in the back of my neck, her pretty face buried against the space between my neck and my shoulder, her teeth sinking in my shoulder, in order to stand the pain when I entered her; the excruciating pain before the inevitable pleasure that would follow.
She didn't ask me to stop. She would only whisper, gasp, moan, almost scream my name, and I returned the favour eagerly. I would grab her hair gently, and kiss her, not as gently this time, as she slowly began growing used to the feeling. My free hand sought for one of hers, and her fingers intertwined with my larger ones, as we both, at a pathetic, classic, overly romantic, but beautiful nonehteless moment, filled each other with the final product of our satisfaction.
"Saga..."
I love you, she told me.
But unfortunatly, and afortunatedly at the same time, I was already distracted by my newly found hobby of brushing my fingertips along her very sensitive ribs adoringly, provoking her to explode into gallons of melodic laughter, her voice filling the room, echoing through the walls, breaking a smile upon my cracked lips.
Gods, I loved her. I love her.
And what a huger mistake we did, for we didn't know what fate was preparing for us the next day.
