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Silent Lucidity By chibi_vegeta Drabble Round 8; Lucid Bright with the radiance of intellect; not darkened or confused by delirium or madness; marked by the regular operations of reason; as, a lucid interval 498 words. No, this has nothing to do with Queensryche… I lay here now; looking at you, wonder etched on your features even as you sleep. I feel I should be confused; how we ended up here in one another's embrace. But I'm not. I understand now, even if I couldn't see it coming. It's as clear and bright as the passion in your eyes. For so long we have been at odds, and each other's throats. But do you know, I remember each and every word, glance, kick and punch. I remember you, I remember me. To anyone else the current situation would be unbelievable, and inexplicable. It all started innocently enough, or as innocent as anything can be between warriors who can destroy worlds. **** "Come on…" pant, huff. "…'Geta. I know you can hit harder than that!" Son Goku was worn out. His prince had driven him this spar as like no other. He'd never seen Vegeta so driven. He'd been intense and focused as always, but there was an extra edge to him today. The younger saiya-jin had been hard-pressed to keep up his defenses without elevating his power level, but they had agreed not to use ki, if for nothing else than to keep their bodies in perfect, lethal tone. After fighting all day, both were exhausted, but Goku couldn't resist baiting the prince into a final assault. As expected, Vegeta had poured everything he had into the blast that came at him. Eyes wide, Goku had deflected the attack and launched himself at the other saiya-jin. It had happened then, in that heated assault. Something clicked, meshed; something had sparked between them and suddenly they were on the grass in a feverish embrace. Lips and tongues caught and caressed, skin was bared and stroked. It had passed in a slow blur of sensual abandon. Tasting and tasted, no curve left untouched, no dip or swell of flesh gone un-kissed. Nothing had intruded upon the two as decades of culminating emotion of one sort or another built into this fit of passion. Low cries and breathy moans were exchanged along with feral kisses and growled purrs. Louder shouts cut the air as flesh impaled flesh. Bodies trembled and shook, limbs twined and hands caressed. **** And now we lay here, my arms around you, gazing into your face so relaxed in sleep. Yet still I see the traces of a smile at the corners of your mouth, the mouth I have tasted and found so luscious that I refuse to give it up. Yes, no one else could possibly understand. Yet I do, now, in such an unsurprised way. Why didn't this seem so obvious before? In this one, lucid, moment I look at you and understand it all. And I cannot help but smile as the final truth comes to me: we were meant to be. Fated, we fit so well together, how could it not be evident? I whisper into your ear, "Mine, forever…" And watch you smile in your sleep. Back to Guest Fiction Main Page |