DRABBLE: In the Dark (Katie/Angelina)
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rarepair_shortsTitle: In the Dark
Pairing: Katie/Angelina
Prompt: a fire in the rain
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 350
Summary: If she could just focus on this, on these feelings, perhaps she could block the rain out
Link to Prompt Table: Here.
It was dark in the flat, but Katie didn't mind. She didn't need to see Angelina to know that it was her, to feel the silky smoothness of her skin and inhale her familiar scent. The sensations surrounded Katie like a fog, cool air and warm lips on her neck. If she could just focus on this, on these feelings, perhaps she could block the rain out, the thundering sorrow that had been hanging over them since the final battle.
Katie had imagined the moment a thousand ways, the first time she could kiss Angelina, touch her, be with her completely. In daylight, such thoughts were forbidden, but in the darkness of a midnight dormitory, Katie's thoughts ran away from her. In her dreams Angelina could be rough or gentle, quick or slow, but she was always the same Angie, graceful and bold and laughing, always laughing gently with Katie as they kissed.
There was no laughter here. Angelina was silent, tense, gripping Katie's arms so hard it was going to bruise later. It didn't hurt, however; nothing did. How could anything as mundane as a hand on her arm hurt, after they had lost so much? Having Angie now, being in her flat, lying in her bed as the older woman peeled Katie's robes off, it was nothing like her fantasies. Their kisses were dark and desperate, their moans layered with grief. They were taking what they had always wanted, and it was only happening now because they needed something to forget.
Who could say how it might have been, had the war ended differently? Perhaps Katie and Angelina would have met for tea a few times before collapsing into Angie's bed. Perhaps they would have simply touched hands and smiled at one another, going their separate ways with that golden secret tucked away forever inside their hearts. However it could have gone, it ended up here, with two heartbroken young girls writhing together in the dark, their long-denied passion exploding like a fire, lips pressed tightly together so that they could not speak the names of the dead.
Pairing: Katie/Angelina
Prompt: a fire in the rain
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 350
Summary: If she could just focus on this, on these feelings, perhaps she could block the rain out
Link to Prompt Table: Here.
It was dark in the flat, but Katie didn't mind. She didn't need to see Angelina to know that it was her, to feel the silky smoothness of her skin and inhale her familiar scent. The sensations surrounded Katie like a fog, cool air and warm lips on her neck. If she could just focus on this, on these feelings, perhaps she could block the rain out, the thundering sorrow that had been hanging over them since the final battle.
Katie had imagined the moment a thousand ways, the first time she could kiss Angelina, touch her, be with her completely. In daylight, such thoughts were forbidden, but in the darkness of a midnight dormitory, Katie's thoughts ran away from her. In her dreams Angelina could be rough or gentle, quick or slow, but she was always the same Angie, graceful and bold and laughing, always laughing gently with Katie as they kissed.
There was no laughter here. Angelina was silent, tense, gripping Katie's arms so hard it was going to bruise later. It didn't hurt, however; nothing did. How could anything as mundane as a hand on her arm hurt, after they had lost so much? Having Angie now, being in her flat, lying in her bed as the older woman peeled Katie's robes off, it was nothing like her fantasies. Their kisses were dark and desperate, their moans layered with grief. They were taking what they had always wanted, and it was only happening now because they needed something to forget.
Who could say how it might have been, had the war ended differently? Perhaps Katie and Angelina would have met for tea a few times before collapsing into Angie's bed. Perhaps they would have simply touched hands and smiled at one another, going their separate ways with that golden secret tucked away forever inside their hearts. However it could have gone, it ended up here, with two heartbroken young girls writhing together in the dark, their long-denied passion exploding like a fire, lips pressed tightly together so that they could not speak the names of the dead.
