Title: Alloy
A/N: Did someone ask bodyworship kink? XD I really adore their side ship and it guts me we won't get anymore extremely awkward David and Genya's lost yet another thing in her life.
Summary: David kisses Genya's scars with reverence, with apologies, with love, and it threatens to unravel her entirely.
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David trembles as he touches her. It's not entirely a surprise. Genya has known him for years now, has seen how awkward he is in another's company. He's only comfortable in the lab, only confident when he's running his fingers over metals and coming up with an experiment. Anywhere else, he is a fish out of water, his actions as clumsy as his tongue.
And there is no place he seems more out of place than here in her bedroom.
Not that she can say anything. It's the same for her too. There had only been one bedroom she'd ever entered, only one touch she had ever endured. A lantern leaves enough light for her to make out David's expressions, to recognize the face she's fallen for, and for that, she's glad.
In the shadows, it is all too easy to mix up one's touch with another, to slip into memories best left forgotten.
Then again, she doubts she could mistake his nervous movements for another. David's hands shake as he pushes back her hair, as his fingertips ghost across her scars. It's as soft as a butterfly's kiss. He doesn't say anything, but she sees the apology in his eyes, feel the reverence in his touch. His lips press against the edge of her lips before he traces her wounds.
There's a part of her that still feels like she is locked up in that cage, a stray mutt that's about to be put down. A broken doll who knows just what awaits her when the sun sets in the palace. David nervously unbuttons her blouse and that part of her quiets. Even as he sees the rest of her scars, even as his breath hitches from old wounds, his expression doesn't contain a trace of disgust. Pity, perhaps. Pain, certainly.
But love, love definitely.
Her own breath catches as he slowly kisses her shoulder, chest, the valley between her breasts, his hand gliding slowly and languidly across her skin. David marks every inch of her skin in a methodical fashion. It reminds her of an investigation. It reminds her of scientific discovery.
It reminds her of worship.
Genya doesn't need to be fixed. She knows that. He's said that and part of her had healed with each word. There is no such thing as a 'fix' for this. Yet, it's only now as he holds her reverently that she believes it.
"It's fine?" she asks quietly.
"You're beautiful," David replies, looking up at her. His hands on her waist, his thumb stroking a knife scar. "Did you know alloys are made when metals mix with other elements to become stronger?" He kisses the flat of her belly, his teeth grazing her skin. "You're an alloy."
"I thought I am steel?" Genya half-jokes breathlessly. She shudders when his hands move again.
"Steel is an alloy," David corrects. Even here, even now, he is all too serious. "Stronger and more capable."
He shifts, moving back up to press a kiss against her shoulder blade. Unable to help herself, Genya giggles. Steel. Alloy. It is not the most romantic bedroom talk, nothing all like the stories she had liked to read. No hero ever quoted about rocks and metal. Yet, there is something beautiful in the way David sees the world. She wants to see it too.
"I like that." Genya smiles as she guides him back for a kiss.