Title of chapter: Smoke is too hard
Characters: Berwald (Sweden) / Mathias (Denmark)
Rating: Orange
FOOTNOTES One-shot / Introspective
Disclaimer : characters, places and habits are the property of Sensei Himaruya, the writing and situations are my property.
. Smoke is too hard.
An ever increasing rate, a drum roll that does not want to stop before reaching the absolute final fast movements and dried, accompanied by puffs of different sounds and gradually more intense. Touches of hands, caresses of tongues and violent shocks of the basin. Love is a war, many say, and in fact the act that they were finishing up eating more like a battle for life or death that the union of two kindred souls.
Again and again, the bed creaked, the boards were about to break in two for the effort to hold all that heat that had nothing human. And then ... espolosione and then the white light, the pleasure through the body that does nothing but to die, so beautiful that it seems painful. It 's a moment, and then collapses the two figures on the sheets rumpled and dirty with something that is better not to tell. Breathe heavily, one above the other, with the smell of the skin that mix with those of sweat and sex. Perhaps the most beautiful moment, made up of silences and words mutilated.
It's nothing but a wisp of smoke, thin, stands up to the ceiling and then crashing against a barrier that can not and can not overcome. A few puffy largest, such as those of steam locomotives, followed by a sigh that disturbs the quiet that has only in the hours before dawn. A body resting against the cold wall, wrapped the least worst intensity in the sheets with another setting body, lying on the same bed, sleeping the sleep of the righteous. One who is concerned to be awake and Denmark, the other is Sweden.
It was an evening like so many from a little 'time to that part. Dinner, movies rented from peanuts ten minutes, and then sex. As if it were a routine, but that was more congenial to them. Denmark
thought. Think about what those nights brought with them the consequences of, perhaps, a more romantic o. .. or different, yes. It was not used to think, Mathias was done instinctively, but the presence of Berwald that so blindly trusted him enough to sleep led him to work in that brain atrophy.
Their relationship is a very, very strange. Can not stand, to tell the truth, if there was an opportunity to probably beaten up if neither would escape. Yet both know that life without the other, it would be tremendously boring and repetitive.
smiles, indeed, grins, remembering what had happened only a couple of hours earlier. Ber had proved more responsive than usual, almost more tender, and Denmark could not understand the real reason. Evidently he wanted, he said, so there was nothing too important to be adduced as a reason. Berwald
he liked, and now and then. Most likely he loved her, even though it has never been able to name their feelings, and he knew what he should do a person in love. It certainly will not get laid in the way he had done before, without a doubt. A Berwald would have liked the romantic things that every couple makes to each other?
"Pfui ..." He closed his eyes, letting the ideas invade. A bouquet of flowers? Trivial. A box of chocolates? Nah, then maybe you did not like. A ring? Too demanding. An "I love you"?
... The idea
almost upset him so much that he found himself to open my eyes suddenly. The smoke had invaded almost his entire field of view, the figure of Berwald flickered across it. And Mathias gave a subdued and nervous giggle. Berwald was the only thing that emanated from the "light", at that time. It quivered, almost ambiguous, as if about to go out.
As if to disappear. And it was a possibility that Den did not want to consider. Who would have lightened its path, otherwise?
Maybe ...
dissipated the smoke with one hand, stubbed out his cigarette against the wall and leaned against a Berwald shaking with a modicum at least of grace. "Ber, wake up, Ber, "
The Swede opened her eyes with the slow pace of a bear, full of sleep. "What do you ...?»
Den did not smile, not that time. Remained serious, a beautiful statue serious, and spoke the words that never in his life had uttered addressed to anyone. "I love you."
Never smoke had proved so difficult Den soon realized that his lips were pressing on her almost despair were those of Berwald.
. Finish.
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