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My entry is for Children of Men, because I could.
Shanti, Shanti
Julian/Kee
NC-17
Kee found Julian, not the other way around, like so many people believe.
She found Julian just after her belly began to change shape, to feel heavy and somehow alive. Just after she had pushed the thoughts of Quietus out of her mind and began to wonder what the fuck she should do.
The answer came easy, once she started asking the right questions and fucking the right guys and looking for the right person to get her out.
Miriam would say it was providence, shanti shanti. Theo would say it was fucking good luck. Kee says it's because she found the Fishes and that's good enough for her.
*
His name was Julio, and when she told him she wanted to get out, he said, "Okay, okay. I know some people."
His people knew Luke. And Luke knew Julian. They went from fugee camp to countryside (meeting others like them, following the Fishes' call) to meeting Luke in an empty warehouse in London so someone could find a place for them.
Julian's there and she locks eyes with Kee for a moment when she passes. Something inside of Kee moves. She can't tell if it's the baby, but she thinks it must be a sign.
She tells Julio goodbye, he doesn't understand until she slips away from him and over to Julian, who's talking with a group of people about something Kee doesn't understand. They stop talking as Kee approaches and whispers in Julian's ear, bold as you please, and looks her dead in the eyes until Julian's widen and she pulls her from the room, just them, to see the proof.
When Kee takes off her shirt, Julian cries.
*
It's moment by moment after that, place to place to place, but Julian's never far and Miriam's eager to keep care of her in-between those times.
When Julian does come to her, when it's just the two of them, sitting, she often lays a hand on Kee's belly and tells her stories about what it was like to have little Dylan growing inside of her. Kee feels warm from her head to her feet, then, with Julian's hand on her.
She covers Julian's hand with her own, one day. They're outdoors enjoying a rare mild day at one of the hiding places they have for her. She covers Julian's hand with her own and before she loses her courage, she leans in for a kiss.
Julian leaves her there a moment, eyes closed and lips puckered expectantly, before pressing her lips to the girl's.
It's better than she was expecting, even though she can tell that Julian's holding back, indulging her somehow.
"Wicked," she whispers, eyes open, and Julian stares, solemn-faced, for what feels like forever. Finally, she smiles.
"Wicked," she agrees and opens her arms.
*
Kee wants to say thank you, wants Julian to know about this thing she feels, glowing, changing, almost-burning-but-not-quite. She tries to tell her with words, and that's useless, and tries to tell her with kisses and open legs-offering, inviting.
Julian's hands are good,god damn, it's good and more than she's had in a long time-gentle and slow. She closes her eyes and clutches Julian's shirt in her fists, pushing her hips up, her legs wide, to let Julian's fingers trace their path across her thighs, over her clit, inside her until her body stiffens sharp and her toes curl so deeply it hurts her feet. She shudders a breath and doesn't think she can move, hands still clutching at Julian's shirt.
*
She learns that night the best way, her favorite way to say thank you was with her tongue and Julian's hands in her hair.
It's something new to her, only one or two of the guys she fucked ever bothered, so she doesn’t quite know what to do. She just does things that she thinks would feel good, moving her tongue gently across Julian's clit. The taste is strange in her mouth, strange but not exactly bad. Julian makes a noise that almost sounds angry, a deep moaning growl and Kee stops.
She looks up at Julian and hesitates before asking "Is it good?"
Julian's hands tighten in her hair, and Kee doesn't mind when fingers pull a little painfully at the dreads and snarls.
"Yes, Kee. It is good," she says, and lets her head drop back to the bed.
My entry is for Children of Men, because I could.
Shanti, Shanti
Julian/Kee
NC-17
Kee found Julian, not the other way around, like so many people believe.
She found Julian just after her belly began to change shape, to feel heavy and somehow alive. Just after she had pushed the thoughts of Quietus out of her mind and began to wonder what the fuck she should do.
The answer came easy, once she started asking the right questions and fucking the right guys and looking for the right person to get her out.
Miriam would say it was providence, shanti shanti. Theo would say it was fucking good luck. Kee says it's because she found the Fishes and that's good enough for her.
*
His name was Julio, and when she told him she wanted to get out, he said, "Okay, okay. I know some people."
His people knew Luke. And Luke knew Julian. They went from fugee camp to countryside (meeting others like them, following the Fishes' call) to meeting Luke in an empty warehouse in London so someone could find a place for them.
Julian's there and she locks eyes with Kee for a moment when she passes. Something inside of Kee moves. She can't tell if it's the baby, but she thinks it must be a sign.
She tells Julio goodbye, he doesn't understand until she slips away from him and over to Julian, who's talking with a group of people about something Kee doesn't understand. They stop talking as Kee approaches and whispers in Julian's ear, bold as you please, and looks her dead in the eyes until Julian's widen and she pulls her from the room, just them, to see the proof.
When Kee takes off her shirt, Julian cries.
*
It's moment by moment after that, place to place to place, but Julian's never far and Miriam's eager to keep care of her in-between those times.
When Julian does come to her, when it's just the two of them, sitting, she often lays a hand on Kee's belly and tells her stories about what it was like to have little Dylan growing inside of her. Kee feels warm from her head to her feet, then, with Julian's hand on her.
She covers Julian's hand with her own, one day. They're outdoors enjoying a rare mild day at one of the hiding places they have for her. She covers Julian's hand with her own and before she loses her courage, she leans in for a kiss.
Julian leaves her there a moment, eyes closed and lips puckered expectantly, before pressing her lips to the girl's.
It's better than she was expecting, even though she can tell that Julian's holding back, indulging her somehow.
"Wicked," she whispers, eyes open, and Julian stares, solemn-faced, for what feels like forever. Finally, she smiles.
"Wicked," she agrees and opens her arms.
*
Kee wants to say thank you, wants Julian to know about this thing she feels, glowing, changing, almost-burning-but-not-quite. She tries to tell her with words, and that's useless, and tries to tell her with kisses and open legs-offering, inviting.
Julian's hands are good,god damn, it's good and more than she's had in a long time-gentle and slow. She closes her eyes and clutches Julian's shirt in her fists, pushing her hips up, her legs wide, to let Julian's fingers trace their path across her thighs, over her clit, inside her until her body stiffens sharp and her toes curl so deeply it hurts her feet. She shudders a breath and doesn't think she can move, hands still clutching at Julian's shirt.
*
She learns that night the best way, her favorite way to say thank you was with her tongue and Julian's hands in her hair.
It's something new to her, only one or two of the guys she fucked ever bothered, so she doesn’t quite know what to do. She just does things that she thinks would feel good, moving her tongue gently across Julian's clit. The taste is strange in her mouth, strange but not exactly bad. Julian makes a noise that almost sounds angry, a deep moaning growl and Kee stops.
She looks up at Julian and hesitates before asking "Is it good?"
Julian's hands tighten in her hair, and Kee doesn't mind when fingers pull a little painfully at the dreads and snarls.
"Yes, Kee. It is good," she says, and lets her head drop back to the bed.