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Harry's Apartment [B36] - Olympian Meadows - NYC

Apr 07, 2005 05:10

The door is open, the warm flicker of the fireplace glowing on the wall opposite his door. Harry is inside, making a simple soup and, at this very moment, slicing a sandwich in two and setting both halves neatly on a small, simple earthenware plate. A blink and he checks the soup, lifting the lid to take a smiling wiff of it before dipping a ( Read more... )

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forge_fire April 10 2005, 06:21:04 UTC

And he stares up at her with grey eyes opened farther than they usual are, because usually he's squinting, trying to figure something or someone out, trying to see how things work and fit and function. But right now he's looking up at her, at her familiar face because he doesn't need to look at her body as it's pressed against him and he can feel that, feel it more than she probably even thinks.

He reaches up then with one hand, touch light on her cheek, fingers calloused and a little rough, workers hands, hands used to heavy lifting and harsh materials, burns and scratches and cuts and molding and creating...and pulls her down very carefully, very slowly, to press the softest of kisses on her lips.

And no matter what her job is, there's no sex in it. Or rather, it's there, but it's not important...because there's something else there, something bigger, something his world had said made the world turn and the universe function and his lips are too warm to be mortal, but that's of no concern, and too warm for her to assume anything else but that he means it, means words he won't say, can't say, but that he desperately need to be heard by her.

sheila_nagig April 10 2005, 06:28:46 UTC

It's the kind of kiss that promises and doesn't let you down. The kind of kiss that steals you, body and soul, until you're panting against them.

The kind of kiss she was used to seeing in her people, but never experienced, herself. It spoke of things she'd never had, things she'd always thrown aside in favour of the quickness, the short-term pleasure, the helping those who need it.

And so if he can feel her shaking, feel her hands tighten on his shoulders and her legs around his waist, drawing her closer, then that's the answer to those unasked questions.

She just doesn't know how to say them, either.

forge_fire April 10 2005, 06:37:12 UTC

And he swallows because she's closer, so close, and warm in a way that has nothing to do with how he's warm, present in a way he never has been till perhaps this moment.

And he looks up at her, lost but willing to be found.

sheila_nagig April 10 2005, 06:42:20 UTC

She's catching her breath, taking it back from him, from his lips, and the smile keeps on coming and going before she speaks, swallowing first, raising her hand to cup the back of his head.

And it's not often that people can knock Sheila N. Eostre speechless, but he seems to have managed quite easily so that all she can do is nod and kiss him back, sudden and soft and shy.

forge_fire April 10 2005, 06:55:16 UTC

And if anything, he's a little softer, a little more shy, but not really sudden because he's never been sudden. He was as even as a forge flame, calm as the liquid lines of a fine piece of metalwork.

sheila_nagig April 10 2005, 07:05:34 UTC

And she's just a little bit more demanding; her tongue seeking entrance, her breath on his mouth, her hand on his, guiding it up her thigh and the kiss itself is as hot as fire, as new as spring, as fresh as rain and she breaks it to watch him for a moment.

"And I thought the Gods were resistent to me and my charms," she says with a smile.

forge_fire April 10 2005, 07:09:15 UTC

He nods a moment, eyes a bit dazed from the kiss, from her, from her after a long time of not touching anyone, kissing anyone...but then he starts shaking his head.

No. No, wrong direction. Wrong direction, Sheila.

He lifts a hand, those big, work-worn hands of his, and presses it to he center of her chest. And once again, there's nothing sexual except where there is out of something much bigger than just sex and he's looking up to her, grey eyes earnest and hoping she understands what he means because he doesn't know how to say it any clearer with words because he's not Bran and they always trip him.

sheila_nagig April 10 2005, 07:14:57 UTC

She smiles.

"You're gonna have to forgive me; force of habits of a lifetime and I've never done this before, Harry, sweety, so just... bear with me, alright?"

She touches his face, presses a kiss to his mouth.

"D'you want me to stay, or shall I go? I'm sure you got more interesting things to do than me."

Even though she knows it's not true, she's half hoping he'll ask her to stay.

forge_fire April 10 2005, 07:20:36 UTC

"Friday?"

Because he wants her, wants her badly, loves the feel of her warm and sweet and pressed against him, alive and beautiful, but he's gone so far, done so much, lept onto so perilous a ledge. Because he's already moving so very fast for him, so very fast for all the scars he carries and he's desperately afraid of screwing up, even though (or perhaps especially) because he'd never figured out how he'd screwed up before except by being who he was.

Slow?

He's never done this before.

Bear with him?

sheila_nagig April 10 2005, 07:23:52 UTC

She shakes her head.

"Too long."

She's used to having people when she wants them. She's never really wanted someone just for her own before, and it's new and it's scary and it has her shaking all over, unable to catch her breath properly.

And she knows he wants her - she doesn't need to be a goddess of fertility to feel that, and it makes her want him all the more, that someone would want her for her.

"Tonight?" she asks, hopefully.

forge_fire April 10 2005, 07:26:19 UTC

And he doesn't answer except with a question in his eyes, one he can't ask because it would hurt too much.

Will you break me to pieces like she did?

Because he doesn't realize yet that it's not even his question to ask anymore. Because he's already made the leap and he doesn't even realize it. Because she's already got it to break it and he's just being scared.

sheila_nagig April 10 2005, 07:29:59 UTC

Maybe the look in her own eyes says something like, no, never. She's seen it happen to often - never happened to her, mind you, because she hasn't, ever, not in millennia, been in a relationship and she sure as hell isn't going to fuck her first one up if she can help it - and that is what he's asking her for, isn't it?

Something that's beyond sex; beyond reproduction.

Something and new and exciting, and he's not the only one that's scared.

forge_fire April 10 2005, 07:32:11 UTC

"Stay."

sheila_nagig April 10 2005, 07:33:50 UTC

"Since you asked so nicely," she says, pressing another kiss to his mouth, hand in his hair, smile on her lips.

"Keep me?"

forge_fire April 10 2005, 07:34:52 UTC

He nods up to her.

As long as she'll let him.

sheila_nagig April 10 2005, 07:36:59 UTC

Well, she has a long time to give.

But let's start with tonight. And onwards, ever onwards.

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