fill: to cry dream logic [Mal/Saito] 5/5
anonymous
March 1 2012, 08:43:58 UTC
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and later she traces the gun barrel over his spine and his legs smeared with her come, to the arch of his foot where she rests it and sights upward as if to shoot into the straggled halo of his hair. He's tense as bowed glass. His anticipation follows the gun and his feet are quivering, quivering, quivering. He says, or it escapes from his mouth, "Yes, please," and she drags him upright and shoves his head against the wall. Puts the barrel to his mouth. He licks it like it's part of her; the round end of it disappears inside the open circle of Saito's lips and she could swear he's grinning over his own spit. His lips look no fuller wet and stretched, but she likes him so. It lets her pretend that he disapproves, that he bears a temper to match her own.
It's a dream. It doesn't matter. It's a dream and she swears she is the gun: she can taste his mouth, the convulsions of his tongue on herself, the soreness of his throat. She gets him to raise his hand and rides him to the rhythm of the gun fucking in and out.
After she comes and composes herself, braced along the wall, legs spread around him like a poster, she finds him hard again. A skate of her fingers along his cock has him inhaling and stopping without the outbreath. He offers the gun to her. A wobble and he manages to half-stand next to her, head pillowed on her breast.
"What shall we talk about next?"
"It is so difficult to decide," she says. Turns him a quarter-turn so she can put the gun to his hole.
He ends up coming like a bullet. Spent, he sits and she lies with her head in his lap, and they talk about men she doesn't quite know and sneak enough significant looks at each other to last a dream.
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"That is Arthur," she says, looking at a figure slim and uncomfortable in the party. They came back the way they left and found themselves on a balcony. "He shoots people, Saito."
"He shoots people."
"It's better than fabricating them." Her voice slips out calmer than she expected for the subject.
"We will shoot him, then?"
Their fingers tangle like crosshairs: centered not on Arthur but on the door to the room where her creator strides forward, still breathing. "I will," Mal says, kissing Saito's hand.
All feedback, including concrit, is welcome and appreciated ♥ I do not have a beta.
Re: fill: to cry dream logic [Mal/Saito] 5/5
anonymous
March 25 2012, 04:56:28 UTC
This is fantastic and hot! I love the way it fits in with canon, and the fact that you've given us projection!Mal's POV. It's so interesting to see the POV of a projection, with the gaps in her memory and the bits of knowledge. And Saito, OMG, Saito. It's great the way she's in charge and she just tops the shit out of him. I can't believe this doesn't have more reviews, because it's awesome!
and later she traces the gun barrel over his spine and his legs smeared with her come, to the arch of his foot where she rests it and sights upward as if to shoot into the straggled halo of his hair. He's tense as bowed glass. His anticipation follows the gun and his feet are quivering, quivering, quivering. He says, or it escapes from his mouth, "Yes, please," and she drags him upright and shoves his head against the wall. Puts the barrel to his mouth. He licks it like it's part of her; the round end of it disappears inside the open circle of Saito's lips and she could swear he's grinning over his own spit. His lips look no fuller wet and stretched, but she likes him so. It lets her pretend that he disapproves, that he bears a temper to match her own.
It's a dream. It doesn't matter. It's a dream and she swears she is the gun: she can taste his mouth, the convulsions of his tongue on herself, the soreness of his throat. She gets him to raise his hand and rides him to the rhythm of the gun fucking in and out.
After she comes and composes herself, braced along the wall, legs spread around him like a poster, she finds him hard again. A skate of her fingers along his cock has him inhaling and stopping without the outbreath. He offers the gun to her. A wobble and he manages to half-stand next to her, head pillowed on her breast.
"What shall we talk about next?"
"It is so difficult to decide," she says. Turns him a quarter-turn so she can put the gun to his hole.
He ends up coming like a bullet. Spent, he sits and she lies with her head in his lap, and they talk about men she doesn't quite know and sneak enough significant looks at each other to last a dream.
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"That is Arthur," she says, looking at a figure slim and uncomfortable in the party. They came back the way they left and found themselves on a balcony. "He shoots people, Saito."
"He shoots people."
"It's better than fabricating them." Her voice slips out calmer than she expected for the subject.
"We will shoot him, then?"
Their fingers tangle like crosshairs: centered not on Arthur but on the door to the room where her creator strides forward, still breathing. "I will," Mal says, kissing Saito's hand.
All feedback, including concrit, is welcome and appreciated ♥ I do not have a beta.
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