Challenge to myself to see how much I can write in twenty minutes.
Completely unrelated to any of my existing stories… Just a little oneshot.
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"Sweet Grass"
A StarFox Adventures Drabble
She stretched out in the cool grass, relishing the damp, earthy smell of the world around her. It was a humid night, filled with the music of crickets and distant Corneria City traffic. She loved it. Nothing could make this night more perfect. Nothing at all. Except…
She closed her eyes, and she could almost see his face staring back at her. Sweet green eyes, crooked grin on his face. She smiled, relishing in the daydream. If she really focused, she could picture it. Him finding her in the meadow, the two of them watching the stars. She imagined his arms around her, warm and strong, and sighed. Daydreams were delicious, but… They were only daydreams. She opened her eyes, looking up at the velvety night sky. "Oh, Fox," she whispered, her clear voice crisp in the summery air.
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Fox's eyes snapped open, and he sat up in bed. He stared around his room. Her voice. He could have sworn he'd heard it, right beside his ear. He blinked, wide-eyed in the dark. Nothing. Of course, nothing. She couldn't be in his room. More than that: she wouldn't. He pressed fingers to his temples, sighing. "You're losing it, McCloud," he murmured, shaking his head. He slipped out of bed, setting his feet on the cool floor of his apartment.
He walked to the kitchenette, pouring himself a glass of water. As he sipped, he could feel the weight of sleep behind his eyes. It was important that he got a good rest tonight; tomorrow was a fresh batch of recruits, and he needed to make a good impression. Good first impressions were the key to respect. He finished his glass of water and rubbed his eyes, padding back over to his bed.
He'd just pulled the covers up when he heard it again.
"Fox," whispered her voice. "If only I could tell you…"
He stared at the wall. What was that? He was sure it wasn't him this time. But he was also sure she wasn't in his apartment. He'd have noticed if she'd come in while he drank his glass of water. So why could he hear her?
He sat up in bed. "Krystal?" he called out, his voice soft and shaky. He felt idiotic. She's not in here. I know that. But… "Krystal?" he called again, straining to find her in the darkness.
Nothing.
He lay back down onto his pillow, slowly, and closed his eyes.
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It was a meadow, outside Corneria City. She was on her back in the long grass, gazing up at the sky. He walked up to her slowly, as though he might scare her off.
"Hello, Fox," she called, not looking at him. He was startled.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked, coming up beside her.
She reached out and touched his ankle with a gentle hand. "Lie down beside me," she whispered, tugging gently on his pants leg.
He folded down to his knees, lying down in the cool grass. He could feel her body heat beside him, warming him in the darkness.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked again, his voice a whisper.
She sighed. "It's lovely, isn't it?"
The stars were tiny pinpricks in the deep, dark sky. Fox traced them with his eyes. He'd flown around some of those planets. "Yeah, it is," he murmured.
Then he felt her fingers twine with his. His heart pounded as their hands pressed together.
"I'm glad you could join me," she whispered. "I hoped you would."
He blinked. "O-Of course. Any time."
Her fingers squeezed his hand tighter, and he felt her body edge closer. "We should always do this."
"What?" he asked softly, feeling her cheek nestle against his shoulder.
"This," she murmured, pressing herself against his side. He felt his body heat up, and his tongue tied.
"I don't know what to say," he mumbled, overwhelmed. She squeezed his hand again.
"Then don't say anything," she whispered. Her fingers slipped away from his hand, and he almost whimpered at the loss of contact.
But then, she was turning, kissing his cheek.
And then she was leaning over him.
Her face drew nearer…
Nearer…
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The computer alarm forced him awake, and he moaned.
Not again…
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Krystal smiled at the soft sunlight of dawn, stretching against the grass.
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