Post by wordy on Mar 7, 2010 18:23:47 GMT 10
Title: The Boy (IV)
Rating: PG13
Length: 550
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Part Four of my Kel/Fal modern AU. Set a week or so after Part Three.
A/N: I’m not sure if this should be the last part in the series or not, or if this part is even completely finished.
Kel laughed to herself as she watched the coloured lights flicker across the wall, her head pleasantly blurred by an alcohol-induced high. She could no longer feel the plastic cup scrunched in her hand, or the way her short, black skirt slid against her thighs as she swayed out of time with the music. It was a good feeling, this numb, detached sensation, a small, unaffected part of her mind thought happily. But the thought disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, carried away by the ebb of the music and the shadowy bodies moving around her.
It had been Yuki’s idea, this party. Yuki had all the best ideas, Kel thought in hindsight. A few hours ago, when her impish friend had begged and pleaded for her to wear that skirt, to put on some lipstick, Kel had shaken her head with a laugh. But now, riding high on a tide of detached content, the steady pulse of the bass working its way into her bones, Kel was grateful.
She didn’t think about how much she had had to drink. Or that she hadn’t laid eyes on Yuki for nearly two whole hours now. Or how her skin prickled every time a new set of eyes swept over her in the near-darkness, making her quirk her lips in silent amusement and satisfaction.
When she glimpsed something – no, someone – familiar in between a shift of bodies, she didn’t think. She didn’t think, or wonder why or how he came to be there. She pushed through the throng of people, slightly unsteady on her feet, but her mind suddenly sharp as only a mind in the midst of a disconnected kind of ecstasy could be. She lost sight of him for a moment. Her hand felt empty, and she glanced down to see that she had somehow let go of her cup. But it didn’t matter. The mass of bodies, moving fluidly like one being in time with the beat, parted once more and Kel rediscovered her destination with one glimpse of a pale face, and the dark shadows of long hair framing it.
Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, and she was sure that he would be able to see it above the neckline of her low-cut top, when she finally found herself standing right next to him. Time seemed to stretch and distort in that moment: the moment his eyes glanced to the side and suddenly locked on to hers, the moment when she stepped closer and his hand somehow crept its way to her waist, the moment when time seemed to actually stop - the music rising, the red lights slowing their rhythmic pulse, the unit of human bodies fading even deeper into nothingness - just before they leaned into each other, their lips meeting for the first time, though it felt as if they had met before, somewhere, somehow – perhaps in the joint core of their unspoken thoughts.
It could have been years, or only seconds, before they parted from the kiss, only for his eyes to light up with something unreadable, something electrifying, and pull her closer again, his soft mouth moving across the pulse in her neck, while Kel closed her eyes against the flashing lights and wondered if it was all a dream.
Rating: PG13
Length: 550
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Part Four of my Kel/Fal modern AU. Set a week or so after Part Three.
A/N: I’m not sure if this should be the last part in the series or not, or if this part is even completely finished.
Kel laughed to herself as she watched the coloured lights flicker across the wall, her head pleasantly blurred by an alcohol-induced high. She could no longer feel the plastic cup scrunched in her hand, or the way her short, black skirt slid against her thighs as she swayed out of time with the music. It was a good feeling, this numb, detached sensation, a small, unaffected part of her mind thought happily. But the thought disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, carried away by the ebb of the music and the shadowy bodies moving around her.
It had been Yuki’s idea, this party. Yuki had all the best ideas, Kel thought in hindsight. A few hours ago, when her impish friend had begged and pleaded for her to wear that skirt, to put on some lipstick, Kel had shaken her head with a laugh. But now, riding high on a tide of detached content, the steady pulse of the bass working its way into her bones, Kel was grateful.
She didn’t think about how much she had had to drink. Or that she hadn’t laid eyes on Yuki for nearly two whole hours now. Or how her skin prickled every time a new set of eyes swept over her in the near-darkness, making her quirk her lips in silent amusement and satisfaction.
When she glimpsed something – no, someone – familiar in between a shift of bodies, she didn’t think. She didn’t think, or wonder why or how he came to be there. She pushed through the throng of people, slightly unsteady on her feet, but her mind suddenly sharp as only a mind in the midst of a disconnected kind of ecstasy could be. She lost sight of him for a moment. Her hand felt empty, and she glanced down to see that she had somehow let go of her cup. But it didn’t matter. The mass of bodies, moving fluidly like one being in time with the beat, parted once more and Kel rediscovered her destination with one glimpse of a pale face, and the dark shadows of long hair framing it.
Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, and she was sure that he would be able to see it above the neckline of her low-cut top, when she finally found herself standing right next to him. Time seemed to stretch and distort in that moment: the moment his eyes glanced to the side and suddenly locked on to hers, the moment when she stepped closer and his hand somehow crept its way to her waist, the moment when time seemed to actually stop - the music rising, the red lights slowing their rhythmic pulse, the unit of human bodies fading even deeper into nothingness - just before they leaned into each other, their lips meeting for the first time, though it felt as if they had met before, somewhere, somehow – perhaps in the joint core of their unspoken thoughts.
It could have been years, or only seconds, before they parted from the kiss, only for his eyes to light up with something unreadable, something electrifying, and pull her closer again, his soft mouth moving across the pulse in her neck, while Kel closed her eyes against the flashing lights and wondered if it was all a dream.