[fic] medley

[writesonthesly]

One thoughtsecond--spinning, in a galactic circle, her hair is a sea, red silk clings to her curves, her mouth is red and conquettish--she laughs, wrapping arms around him, voice melodic and--he hypothesizes--not her own? He could push her away, disrupt this dream she's built from the stability of his illogicies. She pulls them along, one fantasy to the next, the only thing constant being themselves, that red dress, and that red mouth--wrapping him in her arms, they stand at the top of a structure of odd design, and she's spinning away, near the edge--he reaches for her. She steps up onto the raised platform, head raised, voice singing. It's just a dream, but still, he asks her to return to stable ground, but she shakes her head. He has no choice. He takes her offered hand...

Warmth.

"Are you finished with your rampant off-key meddling of my mind?"

Laugh.

"Shut-up and kiss me, Querl Dox."