[fanfic] Reunion
Title: Reunion
Author: me~
Characters/Pairings: US/UK
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: it's short. probably less than 500 words. and cuddles~
Summary: A sort-of kind-of follow-up to sakuratsukikage's brilliant, adorable fic Absence Makes the Heart. In celebration of finishing exams~~~
The morning after a reunion was never a matter of question for them. None of the usual unsure movements of legs and hands, questioning glances, kisses soft and hesitant as if they might result in scolding. After months--months, it was painful just to think of--of separation, they were natural and easy, unthinking of the awkwardness of a question of things being consensual, because they already were, and for a few hours the two of them were of one mind, identical in every motivation and feeling.
If Arthur had any masculine dominance remaining, it was dormant as he awoke next to Alfred. He gave himself over to the wide shoulders that supported his head and strong arms that held him impossibly close, in a circle of utter safety that Arthur couldn't remember ever feeling before in his lifetime. He was warm and pliable and soft in Alfred's embrace, allowing himself to be kissed and cuddled and cradled and to cling to Alfred in return, immovable from Alfred's arms as a barnacle on a ship's hull. There was no thought in his mind of being clingy or vulnerable, all discomforting thoughts eradicated by the warm ease of their silent reverie of each other.
Alfred became great and silent as a bear on these mornings, wordlessly folding Arthur's deliciously thin form into his chest and not moving from the position except to gain better access to Arthur's ear or forehead or lips. He explored lazily with his mouth and hands, eager to cover every inch of him, taking inventory of the curves and angles, making sure none of them had disappeared in his absence, but it was with a lumbering speed, no sense of urgency making his mouth dart and skitter as it did during the hurried, desperate sex of the night before. He used the purest form of his physical communication to convey his worship, his wonderment of Arthur's every feature, and his docile need to just feel his weight, feel his warmth, feel and smell and hear and taste everything about him, everything he'd missed.
They were in perfect symbiosis on these mornings, these mornings when the world did not exist, when the sunlight, the air, the birds, their governments, even their people were nonexistent--when the only existence they acknowledged was that of the other, and that of the togetherness, the warmth they felt, the joy and affection and reverence for each other. It was these mornings, these after a period of aching loneliness and solitude, and preluding an indulgent spell of kisses and touches and lovemaking that would bring them to the edges of the universe and back, that they loved the most.
Thanks for reading ^^
Author: me~
Characters/Pairings: US/UK
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: it's short. probably less than 500 words. and cuddles~
Summary: A sort-of kind-of follow-up to sakuratsukikage's brilliant, adorable fic Absence Makes the Heart. In celebration of finishing exams~~~
The morning after a reunion was never a matter of question for them. None of the usual unsure movements of legs and hands, questioning glances, kisses soft and hesitant as if they might result in scolding. After months--months, it was painful just to think of--of separation, they were natural and easy, unthinking of the awkwardness of a question of things being consensual, because they already were, and for a few hours the two of them were of one mind, identical in every motivation and feeling.
If Arthur had any masculine dominance remaining, it was dormant as he awoke next to Alfred. He gave himself over to the wide shoulders that supported his head and strong arms that held him impossibly close, in a circle of utter safety that Arthur couldn't remember ever feeling before in his lifetime. He was warm and pliable and soft in Alfred's embrace, allowing himself to be kissed and cuddled and cradled and to cling to Alfred in return, immovable from Alfred's arms as a barnacle on a ship's hull. There was no thought in his mind of being clingy or vulnerable, all discomforting thoughts eradicated by the warm ease of their silent reverie of each other.
Alfred became great and silent as a bear on these mornings, wordlessly folding Arthur's deliciously thin form into his chest and not moving from the position except to gain better access to Arthur's ear or forehead or lips. He explored lazily with his mouth and hands, eager to cover every inch of him, taking inventory of the curves and angles, making sure none of them had disappeared in his absence, but it was with a lumbering speed, no sense of urgency making his mouth dart and skitter as it did during the hurried, desperate sex of the night before. He used the purest form of his physical communication to convey his worship, his wonderment of Arthur's every feature, and his docile need to just feel his weight, feel his warmth, feel and smell and hear and taste everything about him, everything he'd missed.
They were in perfect symbiosis on these mornings, these mornings when the world did not exist, when the sunlight, the air, the birds, their governments, even their people were nonexistent--when the only existence they acknowledged was that of the other, and that of the togetherness, the warmth they felt, the joy and affection and reverence for each other. It was these mornings, these after a period of aching loneliness and solitude, and preluding an indulgent spell of kisses and touches and lovemaking that would bring them to the edges of the universe and back, that they loved the most.
Thanks for reading ^^