[Thread] You Want It, You Want It, You Want It/Well Here It Is! ♥

[kaminomizoshiru]

Characters: AU Beryl [PGSM], OU Jadeite [PGSM]
Where: Ci-Pente
When: After this.
Summary: Jadeite and Beryl continue their conversation.
Warnings: We don't know what's going to happen. ♥

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[red_gem_queen]

She smiled, a pleased smile that had nothing to do with plans or a war or an advantage. It was one rarely seen on the red-head queen's face. There were few pleasures to be had in their respective situations. The ones that presented themselves should be taken and seized, grasped onto tightly for the time that it was possible to do so.

Her eyes half closed, and she reached to take his hand again, not willing to let it go yet now that she had let herself go this far. Beryl pressed her fingers against the boy's palm, pushing slightly upward on the fabric of his glove to remove it, the pressure of her thumb the most notable. She took in a deep breath.

[kaminomizoshiru]

Jadeite found himself captured by the woman's smile. Her eyes seemed to glitter in a way he had never seen; they held a warmth, a gentility.

The blonde's lips parted to say something; whatever it was faded from his thoughts as her fingertips slid upwards along his bare palm. Blue locked with that beautiful dark brown, and the boy's breath caught in his throat. He removed the glove for her, almost absently, and held his hand up towards her wordlessly, eyes never leaving her face. She truly was beautiful.

[red_gem_queen]

He was cute, her Jadeite, the spoiled youngest darling of the shitennou, and of their queen. Those blue eyes, those blonde curls, they seemed made with pleasure in mind. Her fingers moved to interlock with his, and she took a step closer, another closer still. They were hesitant, those motions, still held back by accustomed restraint and - it seemed she could not escape honesty with herself - a fear that even now she might be rejected, overlooked, just as before.

[kaminomizoshiru]

It was only when Jadeite noticed Beryl's hesitation that he realized his own.

I wanted to show her she wasn't alone.

I was alone too.

The shitennou took a moment, perhaps willing himself to do something. He had always played the part of subordinate, and played it well. Beryl followed, and he led. But the Queen had said herself she didn't want formality to get in the way. Jadeite's gaze dropped, a moment. He had said it was his fault, he had apologized. It was his turn to correct that.

Carefully and slowly, he pulled the glove from his fingers with his teeth, unwilling to unlock their hands simply for that. Both gloves discarded, the shitennou closed some of the remaining distance between them, free hand pausing a moment, then very, very lightly resting on her waist. He watched Beryl's reaction, not wanting to take anything out of bounds. It felt strange, but certainly not unpleasant, being this close to her.

"Beryl-sama," he breathed quietly, and even then his tone sounded harsh to his own ears after that silence.