Mamihlapinatapai 6/6
Title: Mamihlapinatapai 6/6
Pairing: Cal/Gillian
Disclaimer: LtM not mine
Summary: A look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that they both desire but which neither one wants to start. For Pineapple.
A/N: Mmmm on ff.net this chapter is labeled SEX for SIX. I'll let you draw your own conclusion :)
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The acknowledgment of mutual love isn't difficult. It's accepting that you've just given someone the most important part of yourself, blindly hoping that they'll recognize this gift for what it is and treat it with care.
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Blinking long and slow, she scrunches her face against the sun, clearly unhappy to greet it.
His steady scrutiny would bother you if you were more alert. Instead you wonder how long he's been awake, sitting in that chair by the bed.
Two steps. That's as far as you get before doing an about-face.
You open the door before she knocks. You were about to give chase, but having her doe-eyed and frozen to your doormat is even better.
She stretches, long and catlike. It's mesmerizing.
He has this… smile on his face that's so affable, so cheerful. It's puzzling.
He reaches out and pulls you inside by your scarf. It's quickly discarded. Along with your coat… and other unnecessary items of clothing. Like everything.
She pushes you hard against the wall and you bump your head in the ensuing chaos of lips and hands and heat. That kind of pain has never felt so good before.
Yes, she's put this ridiculous grin on your face. Haven't been able to wipe it off for hours.
You want to reach out and run your fingers along the ink on his arm, trace his heart in the center of his chest. But you don't. You simply peer at him over the bundle of comforter and sheets and space between.
There's a near- fatal accident on the stairs and not because of tripping. He stops a moment to admire the view when you're thisclose to letting go. Not okay.
The first time is frantic and feverish and explosive. Just like you knew it could be with her. The second? You lack the necessary vocabulary to describe it.
The absence of your body next to hers must be alarming. She can't possibly comprehend how much her presence in your bed means to you. You lift the covers and climb in, but remain on your side, watching her.
He smells like fire, apple cider, and tidings of comfort and joy. You wonder if he's hiding Santa somewhere, but that would be ridiculous. Right?
You're lying across from him in bed, grinning as he catches his breath. He mentions something about your flexibility. You try to defy gravity. Victory.
If you could keep her in this bed, cocooned from the rest of the world forever, you'd do it in a heartbeat. You curse any fool who's ever hurt her, swearing that you'll never be among them.
The crooked grin that creeps across her face gives you pause. Eyebrows pinching, your questioning glance only makes her smile wider, eyes crinkling. You nearly reach out and grab her, but fear that you'll ruin the moment.
The curiosity on his face is evident. You simply cannot resist. Pushing up, you let the sheet fall off your torso and smirk at the way his eyes struggle to keep contact with yours.
You both pass out from exhaustion around three. When you feel his fingers along your inner thigh an hour later, you wonder if you've died and gone to heaven.
She whispers her fears into your neck, pulls back and looks into your eyes. You seal your promise with a kiss.
"Best Christmas Ever," she proclaims.
Always quick on the uptake, he responds immediately and finally lets his eyes drop lower to your chest.
"Couldn't agree more, darling. Breakfast?"
She laughs and pulls you up by your hand into a kneeling position opposite her. Clutching her hips, you kiss her softly as you exchange warmth, air, and soft caresses.
"Who needs breakfast when I have you?" she whispers.
"Smart girl."
In the quiet before she wakes, you whisper three words that mean so much, yet not enough.
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Fin
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A/N: The original version had only the non-italicized portions. Then I realized I'd get mauled for not including the hookup part. That's why it's all double-timed and obviously not sticking with the whole not touching thing. Thank y'all for commenting and enjoying. AND PINEAPPLE ~ i demand happytiems. DEMAND IT.