Belated Birthday Fic (round 2)
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antivanrufflesAnd happy belated birthday to Elena, my almost-twin. Here is your prony Poison ... I think this is canon for the fic. So yeah. LOL!
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It was madness.
That much she was sure of, but Mina couldn’t bring herself to care. Instead she quietly stole the PHC from the garage at home base and made her way down to the old harbor. At least he had let her choose the meeting place, that showed some sort of good will.. right? Or was it just meant as part of an elaborate trap?
The place she had chosen was an abandoned building that was once used as boat storage for one of the many freight lines that had controlled the marina. Mina had used to sneak down to the building and work on target practice with Rei. She knew the layout, the feel and every possible escape route.
She turned off the lights on the PHC and rolled to a stop near what was the front of the building. She carefully dismounted, removed her helmet and placed it gently on the seat.
Shaking out her long braid she quickly pulled a black cap over her head, covering the telltale blonde locks and surveyed her surroundings. Mina slowly drew out her weapon of choice; A government issue A19 blaster. It was illegal to all those outside of Interpol and the Royal Academy, but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
Mina moved with fluid grace around the building, keeping to the shadows and blending perfectly with her dark clothes. The night was still, but far from quiet. There was the scurrying of rats, the lapping of water against the wharf and far off city sounds.
There was also a rustle of clothes and a scent filled her nose that she could only describe as male. She whirled around in her spot and there he was, leaning calmly against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and one leg bent.
He wore black pants that showed off long legs, a dark shirt and jacket with no weapons visible. His hair was unbound, falling loosely around his broad shoulders and glowing silver in the pale moon light. He kept his head slightly bent as he regarded her from the corner of his eye, a small smile quirking the corner of his mouth.
“I must admit, I’m surprised you actually came.” His voice was low, a rumble deep inside his chest.
“It’s not like you left me much choice,” Mina tilted her head, praying she appeared cocky. It was a simple fact that he unnerved her, but he didn’t need to know that.
“There are always choices, cherie.” His voice was colored with a faint accent that surprised her so much she could only watch dumbly as he shoved away from the wall and sauntered toward her. He stopped just in front her, that same little smile tugging at his mouth.
“I forget you’re French.” Mina blurted. He smiled fully then, the corner of his eyes crinkling slightly as his teeth flashed in the night.
“Il est facile d'oublier des choses qui sont cachées.” He circled her slowly, like a cat toying with its pray, and Mina could only stand, her blaster hanging limply at her side. She managed to suppress a small shiver that ran down her spine when he reached out and fingered a lock of hair that had come lose from her braid.
“Why did you come tonight?” He asked as he circled around to face her again.
“You know why, I want answers.”
“As do I.” He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye, and traced her lower lip with his thumb. “Did it mean anything to you, that kiss?”
‘That kiss’ had taken place nearly three weeks ago. After a botched assassination attempt and the subsequent game of cat and mouse, the two had become quite aware of one another; familiar in their own, screwed up way. Mina had had him cornered (mostly due to luck) when the sirens from the local patrol had cut through their silent standoff. The distraction was just enough for Mina to lose focus and for him to escape, grabbing her quickly as he past her by and hauling her up against his body. The kiss had been searing, quick and had left her breathless.
She had barely been able to think of anything since.
Now, as she looked up at him, his steel grey eyes piercing hers, she knew she wouldn’t be able to lie. The truth must’ve shown on her face because in the next second he had her backed against the wall as he ravished her lips.
“You want this, don’t you?” He whispered against her neck, nipping at the delicate skin. She groaned in answer and dug her fingers into his hair. His own hands moved to untie her braid, fingering the long tendrils loose.
Then his hand drifted down her body, grazing the skin exposed under the hem of her shirt before darting underneath; fingers raking against her smooth stomach and causing a delighted shiver to roll down her spine.
And then any shreds of control were ripped away.
Clothes were torn and yanked, skin was scraped and bitten, lips were left swollen and chapped and there was a was ringing in their ears. His hand undid the button of her pants and worked its way inside, testing her.. readying her and Mina cried out when he picked her up and slide inside.
The coupling was fast and furious and full of pent of feelings of desire and aggression.
Afterward they leaned together under the eves of the building, panting and sated. He toyed with a lock of her hair, sifting it through his longer fingers as a lazy smile spread across his face.
They stayed together for a moment until he slowly untangled himself from her and carefully, tenderly, put her clothes to rights again.
“We can’t stay, it’s dangerous.” He whispered as he pressed a kiss against her neck.
He moved away from her but not before pulling out a knife and nicking a small piece of her golden hair. “To remember,” he grinned.
He turned then and started walking away without another word. Mina bite her cheek, she wanted to ask him when she would see him again… when they would do this again, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak.
Before he disappeared though he turned back to her. “Same time tomorrow?”
Mina nodded slightly and felt a flutter in her chest when he smiled again.
This was madness.
(And yes... I'm spamming everyone's FList)
It was madness.
That much she was sure of, but Mina couldn’t bring herself to care. Instead she quietly stole the PHC from the garage at home base and made her way down to the old harbor. At least he had let her choose the meeting place, that showed some sort of good will.. right? Or was it just meant as part of an elaborate trap?
The place she had chosen was an abandoned building that was once used as boat storage for one of the many freight lines that had controlled the marina. Mina had used to sneak down to the building and work on target practice with Rei. She knew the layout, the feel and every possible escape route.
She turned off the lights on the PHC and rolled to a stop near what was the front of the building. She carefully dismounted, removed her helmet and placed it gently on the seat.
Shaking out her long braid she quickly pulled a black cap over her head, covering the telltale blonde locks and surveyed her surroundings. Mina slowly drew out her weapon of choice; A government issue A19 blaster. It was illegal to all those outside of Interpol and the Royal Academy, but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
Mina moved with fluid grace around the building, keeping to the shadows and blending perfectly with her dark clothes. The night was still, but far from quiet. There was the scurrying of rats, the lapping of water against the wharf and far off city sounds.
There was also a rustle of clothes and a scent filled her nose that she could only describe as male. She whirled around in her spot and there he was, leaning calmly against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and one leg bent.
He wore black pants that showed off long legs, a dark shirt and jacket with no weapons visible. His hair was unbound, falling loosely around his broad shoulders and glowing silver in the pale moon light. He kept his head slightly bent as he regarded her from the corner of his eye, a small smile quirking the corner of his mouth.
“I must admit, I’m surprised you actually came.” His voice was low, a rumble deep inside his chest.
“It’s not like you left me much choice,” Mina tilted her head, praying she appeared cocky. It was a simple fact that he unnerved her, but he didn’t need to know that.
“There are always choices, cherie.” His voice was colored with a faint accent that surprised her so much she could only watch dumbly as he shoved away from the wall and sauntered toward her. He stopped just in front her, that same little smile tugging at his mouth.
“I forget you’re French.” Mina blurted. He smiled fully then, the corner of his eyes crinkling slightly as his teeth flashed in the night.
“Il est facile d'oublier des choses qui sont cachées.” He circled her slowly, like a cat toying with its pray, and Mina could only stand, her blaster hanging limply at her side. She managed to suppress a small shiver that ran down her spine when he reached out and fingered a lock of hair that had come lose from her braid.
“Why did you come tonight?” He asked as he circled around to face her again.
“You know why, I want answers.”
“As do I.” He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye, and traced her lower lip with his thumb. “Did it mean anything to you, that kiss?”
‘That kiss’ had taken place nearly three weeks ago. After a botched assassination attempt and the subsequent game of cat and mouse, the two had become quite aware of one another; familiar in their own, screwed up way. Mina had had him cornered (mostly due to luck) when the sirens from the local patrol had cut through their silent standoff. The distraction was just enough for Mina to lose focus and for him to escape, grabbing her quickly as he past her by and hauling her up against his body. The kiss had been searing, quick and had left her breathless.
She had barely been able to think of anything since.
Now, as she looked up at him, his steel grey eyes piercing hers, she knew she wouldn’t be able to lie. The truth must’ve shown on her face because in the next second he had her backed against the wall as he ravished her lips.
“You want this, don’t you?” He whispered against her neck, nipping at the delicate skin. She groaned in answer and dug her fingers into his hair. His own hands moved to untie her braid, fingering the long tendrils loose.
Then his hand drifted down her body, grazing the skin exposed under the hem of her shirt before darting underneath; fingers raking against her smooth stomach and causing a delighted shiver to roll down her spine.
And then any shreds of control were ripped away.
Clothes were torn and yanked, skin was scraped and bitten, lips were left swollen and chapped and there was a was ringing in their ears. His hand undid the button of her pants and worked its way inside, testing her.. readying her and Mina cried out when he picked her up and slide inside.
The coupling was fast and furious and full of pent of feelings of desire and aggression.
Afterward they leaned together under the eves of the building, panting and sated. He toyed with a lock of her hair, sifting it through his longer fingers as a lazy smile spread across his face.
They stayed together for a moment until he slowly untangled himself from her and carefully, tenderly, put her clothes to rights again.
“We can’t stay, it’s dangerous.” He whispered as he pressed a kiss against her neck.
He moved away from her but not before pulling out a knife and nicking a small piece of her golden hair. “To remember,” he grinned.
He turned then and started walking away without another word. Mina bite her cheek, she wanted to ask him when she would see him again… when they would do this again, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak.
Before he disappeared though he turned back to her. “Same time tomorrow?”
Mina nodded slightly and felt a flutter in her chest when he smiled again.
This was madness.
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Date: 2011-04-10 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-11 03:14 am (UTC)You just made my day again as I'm dying of fatigue at work. Will mad SQUEE tonight (or after I feed, whichever finds me with more strength).
<3333
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Date: 2011-04-11 04:01 am (UTC)They smexed outside *repeats a gazillion times*
Moar later. Food time.
*squees nonstop*
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Date: 2011-04-12 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-12 02:34 am (UTC)It's a far cry from Highlanders. ;)
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Date: 2012-03-29 07:36 pm (UTC)SMUTTY OUTTAKE!!
HE TOOK SOME OF HER HAIR! AND THE ENDING!!!
I really love the parallelism of the opening and closing lines. The atmosphere of the scene comes through so clearly -- everything is sexy/intense/dangerous/undercover and very much M/K. SO excited to hear this is canon for the fic, and looking forward to seeing what happens before and after they reach this point!