[Fic] [Round 17] Title: The Friend, Rating: PG-13
(This is actually woodburner updating for crystalwrenn, whose access to the 'net is limited atm - she says she appologizes for disappearing for a while! And *I* apologize if I've screwed up the formatting in any way.)
Author/Artist: crystalwrenn
Characters/Pairings: Celi x Günter
Word Count: 429
Rating: PG-13
Any Warnings: non-graphic m/f sex
Theme/Prompt being used: KKM ultimate challenge
They’ve slept together precisely three times and always because of loneliness and a need for comfort, never out of pure desire.
The first time they did it they barely knew each other. It was just after Gwendal’s father had died and Celi was travelling around her kingdom, babe in arms, surrounded by attendants and servants and advisors and lackeys and she had never felt so lonely in all her life. At court in the von Christ province he’d blundered into her life, quite by accident, tripping over his own feet and almost diving headlong into her lap. It was the first time in months that she’d laughed. She’d sat him next to her and talked to him for hours. He was brilliant, if naive, and so terribly young. Later that night they had sex and it was sweet and clumsy and he was inexperienced and it was over too soon and when they’d finished he held her while she cried. When she finished crying she told him that he’d be even more beautiful if his hair was long.
The second time was many decades later. During the time in between they’d become friends. She had married Dan Hiri and had Conrart and he had adopted Gisela. Such a tiny, fragile little girl, all skinned knees and flying green curls. She managed to catch every childhood ailment it was possible to catch until finally, she caught a raging fever that refused to leave. When the healer told him that his daughter might not make it through the night his mouth thinned and his eyes opened very wide, but he did not cry.
She went to him as he paced up and down and he grabbed her with rough hands and pushed her down onto the floor. Again it was over too soon and he pressed his face to her breasts and shuddered until the healer rapped on the door, come to tell him that Gisela’s fever had finally broken.
The third time came when Conrart went to war and they both hurt, they both grieved and they did it slowly, with infinite tenderness and a satisfying skill. If he blamed her for the war he gave no sign. They held each other all night. They didn’t talk much.
Every now and again they look at each other and there’s a hint, a suggestion of flirtation hanging in the air between them. And they’ll smile at each other and quietly, privately, dread the next time they will sleep together.
Author/Artist: crystalwrenn
Characters/Pairings: Celi x Günter
Word Count: 429
Rating: PG-13
Any Warnings: non-graphic m/f sex
Theme/Prompt being used: KKM ultimate challenge
They’ve slept together precisely three times and always because of loneliness and a need for comfort, never out of pure desire.
The first time they did it they barely knew each other. It was just after Gwendal’s father had died and Celi was travelling around her kingdom, babe in arms, surrounded by attendants and servants and advisors and lackeys and she had never felt so lonely in all her life. At court in the von Christ province he’d blundered into her life, quite by accident, tripping over his own feet and almost diving headlong into her lap. It was the first time in months that she’d laughed. She’d sat him next to her and talked to him for hours. He was brilliant, if naive, and so terribly young. Later that night they had sex and it was sweet and clumsy and he was inexperienced and it was over too soon and when they’d finished he held her while she cried. When she finished crying she told him that he’d be even more beautiful if his hair was long.
The second time was many decades later. During the time in between they’d become friends. She had married Dan Hiri and had Conrart and he had adopted Gisela. Such a tiny, fragile little girl, all skinned knees and flying green curls. She managed to catch every childhood ailment it was possible to catch until finally, she caught a raging fever that refused to leave. When the healer told him that his daughter might not make it through the night his mouth thinned and his eyes opened very wide, but he did not cry.
She went to him as he paced up and down and he grabbed her with rough hands and pushed her down onto the floor. Again it was over too soon and he pressed his face to her breasts and shuddered until the healer rapped on the door, come to tell him that Gisela’s fever had finally broken.
The third time came when Conrart went to war and they both hurt, they both grieved and they did it slowly, with infinite tenderness and a satisfying skill. If he blamed her for the war he gave no sign. They held each other all night. They didn’t talk much.
Every now and again they look at each other and there’s a hint, a suggestion of flirtation hanging in the air between them. And they’ll smile at each other and quietly, privately, dread the next time they will sleep together.