Title: Never Let
Pairings: 1+2x1 (2x1 implied)
Feedback: Craved, adored and desired. Give me some and get me as a wifey!
Warnings: There's warnings?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to GW except this story line
used in this fic. So there.
Note: This fic happens to be dedicated to all those nifty folks who've
had birthdays recently. Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arms tighten around my waist
and hold me tighter. He knows I'm still awake. His whole body lies perfectly
spooned against my back. He's no longer inside of me- he pulled out a
while ago- but he fits so well that I can feel him against my ass and
the top of my legs.
From somewhere, I find the strength to toy with one of his hands. I smile
at the sight of the ragged edged nails and burn marks on the finger tips.
It's hard to believe those hands, so abused in day to day life, can be
as gentle as they are when we make love.
My eyes drift shut as one of those hands leaves my waist to ghost up my
body and brush the hair back from my cheek. I shiver as one of his finger
tips caresses the edge of my face and follows my neck and shoulder down
my arm. His fingers entwine with mine as he stills them.
How lucky I am. You'd think God wouldn't let me be this happy for all
the killing I've done. Yet... I find myself given a soldier like myself
who loves me so much it's scary. Posessive, concerned, willing to die
but wanting to live... I'm fifteen. I'm fifteen and I'm scared because
I love him so much and it shouldn't be possible.
His lips press against the top of my shoulder and he pulls me tighter
against him still. I didn't think that was possible.
Strange thoughts I'm having. He's so very real but it feels like a dream.
Some people might describe what we have as true love. I hope not. I don't
believe in true love. The idea that there's one great love and if they
die you're left miserable for the rest of your life, I wouldn't be able
to stand it. I know that's how I feel though. I don't want him to ever
leave me in death. I'm going to stop thinking about that. Now.
I sigh, letting myself feel the warmth radiating from his form. This feels
so good. I never want this to end. It shouldn't ever have to end. I wish
we could just forget about the war and stay right where we are. Yes, here-
a cheap hotel room in the middle of the California desert. I don't want
to wake up tomorrow morning and have to pretend he doesn't matter as much
as he does. He knows I love him. I've told him every time our door closes
and I can forget what I have to be.
He shifts in back of me, getting a little more comfortable but still not
letting me go. I don't think he ever will. I don't think he could. I know
I'll never let him go. Never. I need him and he needs me.
He needs me to let him set aside his jesters mask and let himself care
instead of laughing things off and forgetting. I need him to remind me
that it's ok to feel.
"I love you Hee-chan..."
I don't know why those words surprise me. I know he loves me. I find myself
smiling. "Ai shiteru, Duo Maxwell." And I will most definetly never ever
let you go.
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