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Summertide
by
Smarty Cat
Prompt 4: Fireflies
Glimmer
As the first sparks of minuscule light blaze into being against the grass, Relena stirs from her position draped across Heero's chest. The air is warm still, but she shivers a bit at her awareness of night encroaching. His arms tense around her before slipping upward to run through her tousled hair in lazy strokes. Relena swallows through a throat grown unexpectedly tight. She cannot ask him to stay, and he will not offer it. Yet.
"I fail to see how that could serve any adaptive purpose."
His musing breaks her from her own, and she twists in his arms. Her furrowed brow smooths as she follows the line of his gaze to the haphazard waltzing of the fireflies. One languid hand lifts to follow their flight, and she traces curlicues in the dusk air.
"They flash to attract a mate. I would have thought you'd know that. You know everything else."
How easy it would be to write out an 'I think I love you' in the space before them, leaving to vision and attention what speech could not say and touch could only intuit.
"Not everything," he responds.
"Many things then."
Except her feelings. And possibly his own.
Relena sighs and watches in fascination as her breath stirs the fine hairs of his neck. It pleases her to note his skin ripple in response, and her sense of levity is swiftly restored.
"You also have something in common."
"What?"
She muffles her smile against his collarbone.
"Flashy entrances."