31_days fic: Part one of the love scene
I was going to make this a much more explicit chapter, but I didn't feel quite up to it yet (plus, sex scenes are embarrassing to write). But I love how this came out, and I hope do too.
Title: "Love in the Ruins, Part 1"
Day/Theme: Oct 15. Tempting me into the garden
Series: Neon Genesis Evangelion (post End of Evangelion, part of an on-going project)
Character/Pairing: Kozou Fuyutsuki/OFC, with teeny cameos of Shinji Ikari and Asuka Langley Sohryuu
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: This prompt was made for this chapter/scene and for the Grigori which inspired me to create -- or perhaps discover -- "Neon Enoch Evangelion", aka the ambitious NGE project. Takes place toward the beginning of "Under the Winter Moon", and yes, this scene is a prelude to something much more sensuous...
Suggested track: "Angels are Weeping" by Nox Arcana with Michelle Belanger, from their Grigori-themed album "Blood of Angels"
They did not speak as he led her up the path back to the refuge they had found: no words were necessary. She walked with her hand in his, letting him lead the way back, the lantern he carried in his other hand lighting their footsteps once they reached the shadows in the streets of the town.
They paused to check on the two Children, asleep in the infirmary in the hotel's parlor. Miss Sohryuu slept soundly, her injured arm propped on a pillow, as she lay curled up on a pallet of blankets in front of the fire. Shinji slept behind her, curled up in a sleeping bag; a book he'd been reading had fallen from his hands. Fuyutsuki knelt to check Miss Sohryuu's pulse and feel her forehead for any sign of a fever. Her skin temperature felt about right; he glanced over in time to see Sabia gently place Shinji's book beside his pillow like a mother watching over her child. The boy shifted slightly, turning toward her, but did not awaken.
"Shall we head upstairs?" Fuyutsuki asked, in a half-whisper.
Sabia looked up, the firelight catching on her profile. "They're sound asleep, and they'll stay put for the night."
She rose with him and taking the lantern, he lead the way to the room which he had made his own. Setting the lantern on the desk, he shut the door and propped a chair under the knob. She sat down on the bed, removing the pins from her hair, then leaning down to remove her boots; her hair fell in a silvery cascade about her face, a sight which brough a sigh to his lips as he turned to join her on the bed.
No one remained to regard them askance for the difference in their ages, except maybe the two Children: if only they knew that his age would seem a mere blink of the eye compared to the eons Sabia had seen pass before her. No doubt this was hardly her first time, nor was he a callow youth on the verge of his first embrace. So why do I hesitate to take her into my arms? he thought. Is it because of what she is?
She looked up into his face, softly smiling at him as she slipped her arms behind him, clasping her hands at the nape of his neck. "Do you remember that night before all this happened, when you hid me away in the mountains to protect me?" she asked.
"I remember it as clearly as the moonlight was that night," he said, with a smile.
"You told me to let you go or else you wouldn't be able to let me go," she said. "And to be honest... I didn't want to. I could see in your eyes that you wanted me then, even if it was merely on a physical level, like a soldier taking comfort in a woman's arms the night before a battle."
"So why did you let me go?" he asked, though he had a sense of what she would say to that.
"You had your duties to attend to and I had to respect that," she said, bending her head, the moonlight from the window glinting on her hair. "But now..."
"Now there is nothing to bind our hands from reaching out to each other," he said. "Nothing, except the duties of keeping body and soul together."
"Which are easier for me than they are for you," she said. With a smirk, she added, "As long as no one digs out my core."
He thought, with a pang, of Ikari's order to him that last night, the night of their parting. "I promise you that I will do all in my power to prevent anyone from doing that to you."
"Which would be nigh to impossible for anyone to do, unless they caught me off guard," she said. Her crimson eyes grew misty with thought. "That was why Adam, our progenitor, cast us off: because we Grigori willed to make ourselves vulnerable."
"Love does that to you, it forces you to remove the mask hiding the true self, or to open a gate in the walls we put up to shut out that which we fear," he said. He slipped an arm about her waist and gently drew her into his lap. He felt a gentle tremor pass through her, but her face remained serene, her eyes warm with desire.
"You really are a romantic behind that mask of academic seriousness you wear all the time," she said, running her fingertips along his jaw. "I could listen to you speaking like that all night, or at least till I fall asleep in your arms. You need your rest."
"Does it bother you?"
"Your age? Oh heavens, no. I've had older lovers before, or at the least, older humans: they're generally less pushy about certain physical things. I like making love slowly, savoring it... it's one of the reasons I took on a Lilim form in the first place."
"To be able to make love to a human?" he asked.
The thoughtful look returned her eyes, and in a soft voice that seemed to caress his very soul, she spoke, " 'And it came to pass when the children of men had multiplied that in those days were born unto them beautiful and comely sons and daughters. And the angels, the children of the heaven, saw them and found them fair. And they said to one another: 'Come, let us choose us lovers from among the children of men'..."
"The Book of Enoch... so it was true," he said. "Did you pen those words, Penemue?"
She shook her head. "No, but I taught Enoch how to give a permanent form to the experiences that he had had, though I felt a little betrayed for the things he wrote about my gift to mankind and how, in his words, it had brought more trouble into the world." She ran her fingertips along his lips. "But no more words about the past: let us speak of now and of each other...."
Title: "Love in the Ruins, Part 1"
Day/Theme: Oct 15. Tempting me into the garden
Series: Neon Genesis Evangelion (post End of Evangelion, part of an on-going project)
Character/Pairing: Kozou Fuyutsuki/OFC, with teeny cameos of Shinji Ikari and Asuka Langley Sohryuu
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: This prompt was made for this chapter/scene and for the Grigori which inspired me to create -- or perhaps discover -- "Neon Enoch Evangelion", aka the ambitious NGE project. Takes place toward the beginning of "Under the Winter Moon", and yes, this scene is a prelude to something much more sensuous...
Suggested track: "Angels are Weeping" by Nox Arcana with Michelle Belanger, from their Grigori-themed album "Blood of Angels"
They did not speak as he led her up the path back to the refuge they had found: no words were necessary. She walked with her hand in his, letting him lead the way back, the lantern he carried in his other hand lighting their footsteps once they reached the shadows in the streets of the town.
They paused to check on the two Children, asleep in the infirmary in the hotel's parlor. Miss Sohryuu slept soundly, her injured arm propped on a pillow, as she lay curled up on a pallet of blankets in front of the fire. Shinji slept behind her, curled up in a sleeping bag; a book he'd been reading had fallen from his hands. Fuyutsuki knelt to check Miss Sohryuu's pulse and feel her forehead for any sign of a fever. Her skin temperature felt about right; he glanced over in time to see Sabia gently place Shinji's book beside his pillow like a mother watching over her child. The boy shifted slightly, turning toward her, but did not awaken.
"Shall we head upstairs?" Fuyutsuki asked, in a half-whisper.
Sabia looked up, the firelight catching on her profile. "They're sound asleep, and they'll stay put for the night."
She rose with him and taking the lantern, he lead the way to the room which he had made his own. Setting the lantern on the desk, he shut the door and propped a chair under the knob. She sat down on the bed, removing the pins from her hair, then leaning down to remove her boots; her hair fell in a silvery cascade about her face, a sight which brough a sigh to his lips as he turned to join her on the bed.
No one remained to regard them askance for the difference in their ages, except maybe the two Children: if only they knew that his age would seem a mere blink of the eye compared to the eons Sabia had seen pass before her. No doubt this was hardly her first time, nor was he a callow youth on the verge of his first embrace. So why do I hesitate to take her into my arms? he thought. Is it because of what she is?
She looked up into his face, softly smiling at him as she slipped her arms behind him, clasping her hands at the nape of his neck. "Do you remember that night before all this happened, when you hid me away in the mountains to protect me?" she asked.
"I remember it as clearly as the moonlight was that night," he said, with a smile.
"You told me to let you go or else you wouldn't be able to let me go," she said. "And to be honest... I didn't want to. I could see in your eyes that you wanted me then, even if it was merely on a physical level, like a soldier taking comfort in a woman's arms the night before a battle."
"So why did you let me go?" he asked, though he had a sense of what she would say to that.
"You had your duties to attend to and I had to respect that," she said, bending her head, the moonlight from the window glinting on her hair. "But now..."
"Now there is nothing to bind our hands from reaching out to each other," he said. "Nothing, except the duties of keeping body and soul together."
"Which are easier for me than they are for you," she said. With a smirk, she added, "As long as no one digs out my core."
He thought, with a pang, of Ikari's order to him that last night, the night of their parting. "I promise you that I will do all in my power to prevent anyone from doing that to you."
"Which would be nigh to impossible for anyone to do, unless they caught me off guard," she said. Her crimson eyes grew misty with thought. "That was why Adam, our progenitor, cast us off: because we Grigori willed to make ourselves vulnerable."
"Love does that to you, it forces you to remove the mask hiding the true self, or to open a gate in the walls we put up to shut out that which we fear," he said. He slipped an arm about her waist and gently drew her into his lap. He felt a gentle tremor pass through her, but her face remained serene, her eyes warm with desire.
"You really are a romantic behind that mask of academic seriousness you wear all the time," she said, running her fingertips along his jaw. "I could listen to you speaking like that all night, or at least till I fall asleep in your arms. You need your rest."
"Does it bother you?"
"Your age? Oh heavens, no. I've had older lovers before, or at the least, older humans: they're generally less pushy about certain physical things. I like making love slowly, savoring it... it's one of the reasons I took on a Lilim form in the first place."
"To be able to make love to a human?" he asked.
The thoughtful look returned her eyes, and in a soft voice that seemed to caress his very soul, she spoke, " 'And it came to pass when the children of men had multiplied that in those days were born unto them beautiful and comely sons and daughters. And the angels, the children of the heaven, saw them and found them fair. And they said to one another: 'Come, let us choose us lovers from among the children of men'..."
"The Book of Enoch... so it was true," he said. "Did you pen those words, Penemue?"
She shook her head. "No, but I taught Enoch how to give a permanent form to the experiences that he had had, though I felt a little betrayed for the things he wrote about my gift to mankind and how, in his words, it had brought more trouble into the world." She ran her fingertips along his lips. "But no more words about the past: let us speak of now and of each other...."