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temple_of_doom2015-08-14 08:46 pm
twelfth_labour) wrote in temple_of_doom2015-08-14 08:46 pm
Locked to twicecrossed
[Distance was said to make the heart fonder and for what time they spent separated or engaged with dire matters, it was akin to a long distance across oceans. Heine didn't think himself to ever want someone that way he did Naoto. The yearning for physical contact when his body had been so adverse to it months before. It took more months to transition from okay to enjoying, the dry spell easy to ignore at first. They'd been occupied saving the lives of those they held dear and their own. Affection and much less sex didn't have place when more dire needs were hovering above them.
He hadn't counted the days. Weeks went into months, many of them lost in having lost himself. He had her to thank for dragging him back from the brink of losing himself to the violence hungry voice in his head. She hadn't killed him despite making a pact; if one was lost to madness, it was the other's duty to put them down. Better to die as yourself, to not hurt anyone cared for.
Those days were over, at rest at the bottom of a cavern black and cold. It was peace in waiting for a storm, if a storm ever came. It put him on edge to have tasted the mundane in tranquility to have it potentially ripped away from him. He wasn't going to let it go to waste. Whether it was a day, a week, or longer; he was going to spent that time making up what of it was lost.
Lust was perhaps a crude way of looking at it, but he did lust after her. He loves her as well to the extent he understands love, deep compassion and a willingness to sacrifice any and all for someone. He was far too good at sacrificing things for how little he put care into his own well being. Naoto does care and it took time to gather she did. Words are weightless things compared to action and it takes the latter to get his attention.
It went beyond fighting alongside each other. It was the warmth in her hands, careful and callused light, when they ran over his pale body. How her lips tasted and how her slender body pulled fire and pleasure from him. She was beautiful, scars and all. Hell, he considered her sexy and made certain she knew how much he admired her body.
He takes precautions to set them aside alone from the world and once they are tucked away in some safehouse off the grid, his hands on her gripped firm to her waist. Her neck is taken in haste, kisses running from the start of her collared shirt and higher.]
It's been too long. [He utters from the depths of his throat lingering by her ear. The world can be forgotten a little while like this, all concerns and attentions placed on her and her alone.] Just us. I want to make up for time lost, please and sate your every desire as you do mine. We have the night, let's make good use of it, Naoto.
He hadn't counted the days. Weeks went into months, many of them lost in having lost himself. He had her to thank for dragging him back from the brink of losing himself to the violence hungry voice in his head. She hadn't killed him despite making a pact; if one was lost to madness, it was the other's duty to put them down. Better to die as yourself, to not hurt anyone cared for.
Those days were over, at rest at the bottom of a cavern black and cold. It was peace in waiting for a storm, if a storm ever came. It put him on edge to have tasted the mundane in tranquility to have it potentially ripped away from him. He wasn't going to let it go to waste. Whether it was a day, a week, or longer; he was going to spent that time making up what of it was lost.
Lust was perhaps a crude way of looking at it, but he did lust after her. He loves her as well to the extent he understands love, deep compassion and a willingness to sacrifice any and all for someone. He was far too good at sacrificing things for how little he put care into his own well being. Naoto does care and it took time to gather she did. Words are weightless things compared to action and it takes the latter to get his attention.
It went beyond fighting alongside each other. It was the warmth in her hands, careful and callused light, when they ran over his pale body. How her lips tasted and how her slender body pulled fire and pleasure from him. She was beautiful, scars and all. Hell, he considered her sexy and made certain she knew how much he admired her body.
He takes precautions to set them aside alone from the world and once they are tucked away in some safehouse off the grid, his hands on her gripped firm to her waist. Her neck is taken in haste, kisses running from the start of her collared shirt and higher.]
It's been too long. [He utters from the depths of his throat lingering by her ear. The world can be forgotten a little while like this, all concerns and attentions placed on her and her alone.] Just us. I want to make up for time lost, please and sate your every desire as you do mine. We have the night, let's make good use of it, Naoto.