D/T fic: Exhale
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akainagiTitle: Exhale
Author: Akainagi
Rating:PG-13
Summary: They did it again, but this time something’s different. Started as a drabble
Humans are a marvel
As he watched the gentle rise and fall of her breast, breath escaping through gently parted lips, he wondered what the next few hours would bring. Spectres of liaisons that never happened loomed large in his memory. But this had been different; two people giving and taking of heart as well as body.
At least for him. The sensations and emotions she evoked in him felt like a supernova, setting off somewhere inside of him and radiating through every circuit and part of him. He knew that this was all thanks to a tiny chip in his head. That chip created the yearning in his chest that started with the first kiss and didn’t quiet until she collapsed on top of him, both of them sated, her hands drawing lazy patterns on his pale skin.
Her generosity in the act of love last night was the antithesis of their first joining, years ago. She had initiated, with hesitant kisses and a fear of hurting his fledgeling feelings. Soon they were falling into each other. She showed him a new side of herself. Humans constantly amazed him with their ability to change and grow and surprise. But humans are also unpredictable, this he was reminded of every day. What would happen when she woke, this time unable to escape behind the excuse of intoxication? Would she call last night, a night in which he discovered so much about himself, a mistake? The thought, courtesy of the chip, created a tightness in his chest that told him that was the last thing he wanted.
He wanted her. He wanted last night. He wanted every night. Until he discovered all the sides of this woman beside him. And all the feelings those sides evoked in him. Possessiveness, affection, anxiety, anticipation, elation, the pull to become one with another. What would she say to that he mused, the proposition to embark on an open-ended (romantic?) sexual relationship. Would she react with horror, politely decline? The tightness in his chest returned.
His lover, if only for tonight, shifted slightly in her sleep, murmuring something unintelligible and resting her golden head against his shoulder. Another flood of emotion, and he had the irrational desire to run his fingers through the fair locks, tilt her head upward and kiss her awake. A possessive act. He wanted to couple with her again, to sink into her. An act of desire. He wanted to bring her pleasure.
He wanted her to want him in return.
Only the fear of her reaction stopped him from doing all these things and more.
That and the fact that her eyes were open, blinking up at him through the post-coital haze in her mind.
Fear, anxiety, anticipation, trepidation, more emotions than he could categorize (and he was very good at categorizing) rolled through him. Irrationally, he held his breath.
She lifted her head slightly to look him in the eye. “Data?”
*I’m Sorry*
*It was a mistake*
*It shouldn’t have come to this.*
*It never happened*
“Go to sleep, Data”
Her head reclaimed its pillow on his shoulder, arm splayed across his chest, a picture of contentment.
…
Exhale.
Author: Akainagi
Rating:PG-13
Summary: They did it again, but this time something’s different. Started as a drabble
Humans are a marvel
As he watched the gentle rise and fall of her breast, breath escaping through gently parted lips, he wondered what the next few hours would bring. Spectres of liaisons that never happened loomed large in his memory. But this had been different; two people giving and taking of heart as well as body.
At least for him. The sensations and emotions she evoked in him felt like a supernova, setting off somewhere inside of him and radiating through every circuit and part of him. He knew that this was all thanks to a tiny chip in his head. That chip created the yearning in his chest that started with the first kiss and didn’t quiet until she collapsed on top of him, both of them sated, her hands drawing lazy patterns on his pale skin.
Her generosity in the act of love last night was the antithesis of their first joining, years ago. She had initiated, with hesitant kisses and a fear of hurting his fledgeling feelings. Soon they were falling into each other. She showed him a new side of herself. Humans constantly amazed him with their ability to change and grow and surprise. But humans are also unpredictable, this he was reminded of every day. What would happen when she woke, this time unable to escape behind the excuse of intoxication? Would she call last night, a night in which he discovered so much about himself, a mistake? The thought, courtesy of the chip, created a tightness in his chest that told him that was the last thing he wanted.
He wanted her. He wanted last night. He wanted every night. Until he discovered all the sides of this woman beside him. And all the feelings those sides evoked in him. Possessiveness, affection, anxiety, anticipation, elation, the pull to become one with another. What would she say to that he mused, the proposition to embark on an open-ended (romantic?) sexual relationship. Would she react with horror, politely decline? The tightness in his chest returned.
His lover, if only for tonight, shifted slightly in her sleep, murmuring something unintelligible and resting her golden head against his shoulder. Another flood of emotion, and he had the irrational desire to run his fingers through the fair locks, tilt her head upward and kiss her awake. A possessive act. He wanted to couple with her again, to sink into her. An act of desire. He wanted to bring her pleasure.
He wanted her to want him in return.
Only the fear of her reaction stopped him from doing all these things and more.
That and the fact that her eyes were open, blinking up at him through the post-coital haze in her mind.
Fear, anxiety, anticipation, trepidation, more emotions than he could categorize (and he was very good at categorizing) rolled through him. Irrationally, he held his breath.
She lifted her head slightly to look him in the eye. “Data?”
*I’m Sorry*
*It was a mistake*
*It shouldn’t have come to this.*
*It never happened*
“Go to sleep, Data”
Her head reclaimed its pillow on his shoulder, arm splayed across his chest, a picture of contentment.
…
Exhale.
