Greece/Japan - kiss in the rain
anonymous
September 18 2011, 03:53:09 UTC
Greece and Japan kissing in the rain, wrapped up completely in each other and not caring that they're getting drenched. A discarded umbrella lying nearby may or may not be included. Can be art or fic exploring just how they got into this situation.
not even the rain 1/1
anonymous
September 19 2011, 16:06:28 UTC
The cats have been hiding inside, under gutters and awnings. Greece has been outside now, staring up at the rain. There's a thin sheen of moisture from where the drops have handed on the parts of him which the awning does not cover
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not even the rain 2/2
anonymous
September 19 2011, 16:08:31 UTC
He closes his eyes a moment, feeling the mix of warmth and coldness that is Greece's touch. His body is alive with wanting, and the need for touch, for intimacy.
It seems he is more alike the humans than he would like to admit. Within his chest beats a heart, and even if he is immortal, the contrast of flesh and land, he is still weak and needy.
"Yes," he breathes. "Oh, yes."
The umbrella falls from his hand and Greece pulls him to him. Japan hasn't been kissed many times, even his sexual exploits have been cold and businesslike. Where their skin meets is the only warm spot as the rain pours down in rivulets down over their skin, hot and cold.
Greece holds his cheeks cupped in his hands, kisses him so tenderly and loving, in a way he has only been kissed before once, that last time Japan allowed himself to be fallible and human and give in. His body is tingling and alive and human, as if he has woken up from a long period of sleepwalking
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Re: not even the rain 2/2
anonymous
September 19 2011, 16:28:59 UTC
This is exceedingly beautiful... I don't even have the words to describe how I feel. I love how Japan finally decides to let Greece know how he feels about him and how he understands what love and home really means to him now.
"He knows now that home isn't simply a land, or a place. It's a state of being, a world of its own with little earthquakes and wars, intimacies and moments. A house with cats sleeping on the windowsill, the jacket of the conundrum he loves, flesh and country, mortal and immortal mixed together." ♥♥♥
My heart just exploded with joy. This was perfect, authornon, with its dreamy and lyrical mood and the way Japan chooses to open his heart to Greece in the rain. Thank you so very, very much for this quick and beautiful fill.
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It seems he is more alike the humans than he would like to admit. Within his chest beats a heart, and even if he is immortal, the contrast of flesh and land, he is still weak and needy.
"Yes," he breathes. "Oh, yes."
The umbrella falls from his hand and Greece pulls him to him. Japan hasn't been kissed many times, even his sexual exploits have been cold and businesslike. Where their skin meets is the only warm spot as the rain pours down in rivulets down over their skin, hot and cold.
Greece holds his cheeks cupped in his hands, kisses him so tenderly and loving, in a way he has only been kissed before once, that last time Japan allowed himself to be fallible and human and give in. His body is tingling and alive and human, as if he has woken up from a long period of sleepwalking ( ... )
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"He knows now that home isn't simply a land, or a place. It's a state of being, a world of its own with little earthquakes and wars, intimacies and moments. A house with cats sleeping on the windowsill, the jacket of the conundrum he loves, flesh and country, mortal and immortal mixed together."
♥♥♥
Great job, author-non!
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