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[mini-fics] Kisses [11--15 / 25]
5 Sentence Fics
[ Kisses - 01—05 | 06—10 | 11—15 | 16—20 | 21—25 ]

Characters: Miscellaneous
Rating: PG-13 // 15: R
Warnings: Kisses for the stoopidest of reasons. Sex for the stoopidest of reasons.
Notes: Written to LJ's 5sentence_fics' Table 3. Screw the rules; instead of a pairing I have chosen to write kisses.
Disclaimer: here.


   
11 Liaisons – Quatre, Relena

The moment she pulled back, her glossy lips parted slightly, Quatre dropped his glass.

"Re—Relena," he stammered, eyes wide, "what are you doing?"

Averting her look, she sagged a bit. "Don't you ever get lonely, Quatre," she whispered, "surrounded by the fake smiles of those whose main concern is your wellbeing only in relation to their own welfare?"

Then, he sensed her yearning for intimacy, for a moment out of time and away from the reality of her life in the spotlight; the all but burnt out cinder at the young woman's core that he recognised as a twin of his own.


   
12 Letting Go – Lady Une, Mariemaia

"Remember the chain of command," Lady Une instructed, "and to report back once in a while."

Mariemaia glanced around uncomfortably, as her adoptive mother wiped imaginary dust from her navy-blue uniform.

"Yes Sir," she said, making light of the situation with a joke, "sailor Une-Khushrenada will do as ordered."
She hesitated for a moment, but then hugged Une tight to kiss her on the cheek.

When the ship left port, Une raised her hand to her head in salute; she could have sworn that through her blurred vision, she saw a red-haired young woman on deck do the same.


   
13 Your Mother Called – Wu Fei, Sally

"So," Wu Fei said, trying to appear aloof, "your mother called, asking me when I would finally make an honourable woman out of you."

"Oh," Sally said, smiling as she handed him a stack of files, "what did you say?"

"'Working on it'," Wu Fei replied, glancing around, "—because I didn't want to disappoint her, of course."

"At the rate you're going, Fei," Sally said, leaning over her desk and mimicking her friend's ridiculous interpretation of nonchalance by checking out the ceiling at an odd angle, "you'll never make my mother happy."

He hesitated — then, as if on second-thought impulse, he mumbled 'dinner, 1900 hours, my place', kissed her swiftly on the cheek, and left with the stack of files clutched to his chest.


   
14 Favourite Ride – Duo, Trowa

"Look," Duo said, "I know this ride doesn't go as fast or as high as any of the others, but the Spider is my favourite and I want you to come!"

Trowa shrugged and frowned, but calmly stood in line next to Duo.

Halfway the ride, when Duo noticed his friend was not enjoying the ride as much as he was, he dragged Trowa closer by the collar and kissed him until the ride was over.

"Pardon my French," he said, helping Trowa out of the cart, "but you looked like you were dying of boredom."

"Ah, well," Trowa replied, a little unsteady on his feet, but smiling, "frankly, I wouldn't mind going again."


   
15 Sheer Fuck – Heero, Lucrezia

It was probably more wrong than anything either could think of – but between Lucrezia's withering Italian passion and Heero's lonely soldier complex, their encounter had an air of –almost fatalistic– inevitability. Their lips colliding as they tore off each other's clothes, buttons jumping in all directions, did not seem to mind not meeting those of the ones they had yearned so long to meet.

It had seemed natural to deal with the brunt of their cancerous odium in this manner, in a 'business transaction' where feelings of blame did not get in the way; they both needed to lash out, cure the pain with pain, indulge shamelessly in self-pity and self-flagellation. Neither Lucrezia nor Heero cared it was not their own name they heard in ragged, bitten-back cries at the peak of their miserable union.

All the world did not matter now the subjects of their desires, Zechs and Trowa, had affirmed their romantic feelings for each other in public.