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TITLE: Rainstorm
CHARACTERS: Yann Danis & Guillaume Latendresse
WORD COUNT: 1120 words
RATING: R-ish
DISCLAIMER: Better than mine is they're mine in my head
A/N: Yann's POV - old story, just felt like posting because I hadn't in a while!
The snow on the window started to run down the edges and slip in clumps as the wiper blades pushed it to the corners of my windshield. I didn't realise it was melting in the rain until I blankly stared out towards the truck in front of me. I could make out a man's silhouette that glowed in bright yellows and flashed in red around the edges from the tail lights that stared at his equally impatient face from the car in front of him. His shadow moved with him like a three dimensional image looked without the 3-D glasses. Still everything in my eyes was flat as I waited in traffic to get home and the blues and greens that trickled in through the raindrops on my window only made me increasingly more tired from the long drive. Perhaps that man had his family waiting for him, maybe small children swaddled in fleece, fighting sleep to stay awake for their papa. I knew someone was waiting for me. We were lucky.
I eventually made it home and parked the car, not even bothering to grab an umbrella as I shifted my coat higher over my shoulders and hastily flipped the hood over my head, missing tufts of hair as it lay lopsided over my ears. I was late and I knew it. Guillaume knew it too as I watched his shadow move away from the window, drawing the curtains closed to block what little moonlight streamed in, faded out by the glowing light of the city. It was cold enough that I could taste the snow on my tongue as the water from the rain stung my flushed cheeks and dripped off the tip of my pink nose. My shivering body would be drenched by the time I reached the front door.
"Hurry up Yann, it's freezing out there," Guillaume's voice called to me from the entrance to our home. I ran just fast enough that I didn't fall but that my tennis shoes squeaked loudly all the way up the slippery stairway. The water hugged and flowed carefully down each step mimicking a waterfall that I battled as my last hurdle to reach his pleading body. I didn't have time to greet him before he started peeling off my saturated clothing and slammed the door shut behind me. It had been two long weeks since we were together.
"Baby, you're soaked," he whispered through a small frown that curved downward on his concerned face. I tried to smile but instead my teeth chattered and my whole face vibrated as Guillaume removed my jacket.
"I-- I'm cold...," I managed to stammer out, still a little breathless from the sprint for the loft. I looked down for a moment and realised I was creating an enormous puddle and sinking into the carpet. I could see my footprints leading up to this very moment. Two weeks worth.
"We'll get you warm, okay?"
I nodded reassuringly, everything moving in slow motion. When a body is that cold, nothing moves quickly. Each movement is an effort to stretch and to bend, even to extend my fingers from the fists used to keep my hands underneath my sleeves as I held the fabric tightly in my palms until I could feel each woven strand fit inside the grooves of my palm. It might have been the only part of my clothing that remained dry.
Guillaume started to pull off my clinging shirt before I stopped him and leaned in to kiss his warm, taunting lips. The wet fabric wrinkled against my skin in ripples that were just as random as the rain that soaked it right through to my nearly defenseless skin. His eyes took in every muscle, awkward curve and protruding angle that my wet clothes offered up. My skin absorbed the rain and my blood pumped faster until every inch of me felt like it was consumed by water but I knew that his affections would dry me out.
"S- st- stop," I mumbled against his mouth, shivering under his soothing, heated embrace as I stepped away from him.
"What... Yann, what's wrong?"
I slowly smiled up at him tightening my arms around my chest as I tried to keep whatever borrowed heat I could as tight to me as possible. He didn't say anything and shook his head as he returned the smile. He uncrossed my arms from in front of me, unfolding them as neatly as if he had put them there. He eventually found my hand and curled his fingers with mine, locking them until his fingertips fit between my knuckles, tight enough that I was sure his fingertips had turned white underneath his fingernails as they left tiny imprints in my skin.
I didn't need to say a word as he led me towards the second level of our loft and opened the back door. Hand in hand we stepped out on to our roof, consumed by the icy midnight sky and the faint twinkle of big city stars that hung ready to grant every wish we'd asked for in the past two weeks we'd been apart. The sound of the rain beat in random patterns over the covered area that we stood underneath and eventually trickled off the corners and into puddles all around us. The echoes of the dripping from the tent to the cement below us were as constant as the kiss we shared. This was our place and the rain had always been a sign of all our deepest and most passionate moments. It reminded of us how we fell in love and when we'd spent a month apart, how it had brought us back together. The rain redefined us and molded our emotions and with every drop it reshaped us and made us anew.
The frigid air and the electricity of his lips were all as familiar as they had always been. I didn't care that I was still soaked through as his hands slipped into my pants and caressed my aching body. His body throbbed against mine, pushing me forward and then pulling me back in even tighter than before. I no longer felt cold when he pawed at me and moved with me, our own lustful dance in our favourite place to the music we loved most. Flesh against flesh until our bodies were warmed by the thin vapor that escaped our lips through moans and whispers as we sang along with the melody that had enveloped us.
Just another rainstorm; Montréal was drowning all around us. That was okay. We'd drowned ourselves in each other, a long time ago. This is my heaven and I was finally I was home.
CHARACTERS: Yann Danis & Guillaume Latendresse
WORD COUNT: 1120 words
RATING: R-ish
DISCLAIMER: Better than mine is they're mine in my head
A/N: Yann's POV - old story, just felt like posting because I hadn't in a while!
The snow on the window started to run down the edges and slip in clumps as the wiper blades pushed it to the corners of my windshield. I didn't realise it was melting in the rain until I blankly stared out towards the truck in front of me. I could make out a man's silhouette that glowed in bright yellows and flashed in red around the edges from the tail lights that stared at his equally impatient face from the car in front of him. His shadow moved with him like a three dimensional image looked without the 3-D glasses. Still everything in my eyes was flat as I waited in traffic to get home and the blues and greens that trickled in through the raindrops on my window only made me increasingly more tired from the long drive. Perhaps that man had his family waiting for him, maybe small children swaddled in fleece, fighting sleep to stay awake for their papa. I knew someone was waiting for me. We were lucky.
I eventually made it home and parked the car, not even bothering to grab an umbrella as I shifted my coat higher over my shoulders and hastily flipped the hood over my head, missing tufts of hair as it lay lopsided over my ears. I was late and I knew it. Guillaume knew it too as I watched his shadow move away from the window, drawing the curtains closed to block what little moonlight streamed in, faded out by the glowing light of the city. It was cold enough that I could taste the snow on my tongue as the water from the rain stung my flushed cheeks and dripped off the tip of my pink nose. My shivering body would be drenched by the time I reached the front door.
"Hurry up Yann, it's freezing out there," Guillaume's voice called to me from the entrance to our home. I ran just fast enough that I didn't fall but that my tennis shoes squeaked loudly all the way up the slippery stairway. The water hugged and flowed carefully down each step mimicking a waterfall that I battled as my last hurdle to reach his pleading body. I didn't have time to greet him before he started peeling off my saturated clothing and slammed the door shut behind me. It had been two long weeks since we were together.
"Baby, you're soaked," he whispered through a small frown that curved downward on his concerned face. I tried to smile but instead my teeth chattered and my whole face vibrated as Guillaume removed my jacket.
"I-- I'm cold...," I managed to stammer out, still a little breathless from the sprint for the loft. I looked down for a moment and realised I was creating an enormous puddle and sinking into the carpet. I could see my footprints leading up to this very moment. Two weeks worth.
"We'll get you warm, okay?"
I nodded reassuringly, everything moving in slow motion. When a body is that cold, nothing moves quickly. Each movement is an effort to stretch and to bend, even to extend my fingers from the fists used to keep my hands underneath my sleeves as I held the fabric tightly in my palms until I could feel each woven strand fit inside the grooves of my palm. It might have been the only part of my clothing that remained dry.
Guillaume started to pull off my clinging shirt before I stopped him and leaned in to kiss his warm, taunting lips. The wet fabric wrinkled against my skin in ripples that were just as random as the rain that soaked it right through to my nearly defenseless skin. His eyes took in every muscle, awkward curve and protruding angle that my wet clothes offered up. My skin absorbed the rain and my blood pumped faster until every inch of me felt like it was consumed by water but I knew that his affections would dry me out.
"S- st- stop," I mumbled against his mouth, shivering under his soothing, heated embrace as I stepped away from him.
"What... Yann, what's wrong?"
I slowly smiled up at him tightening my arms around my chest as I tried to keep whatever borrowed heat I could as tight to me as possible. He didn't say anything and shook his head as he returned the smile. He uncrossed my arms from in front of me, unfolding them as neatly as if he had put them there. He eventually found my hand and curled his fingers with mine, locking them until his fingertips fit between my knuckles, tight enough that I was sure his fingertips had turned white underneath his fingernails as they left tiny imprints in my skin.
I didn't need to say a word as he led me towards the second level of our loft and opened the back door. Hand in hand we stepped out on to our roof, consumed by the icy midnight sky and the faint twinkle of big city stars that hung ready to grant every wish we'd asked for in the past two weeks we'd been apart. The sound of the rain beat in random patterns over the covered area that we stood underneath and eventually trickled off the corners and into puddles all around us. The echoes of the dripping from the tent to the cement below us were as constant as the kiss we shared. This was our place and the rain had always been a sign of all our deepest and most passionate moments. It reminded of us how we fell in love and when we'd spent a month apart, how it had brought us back together. The rain redefined us and molded our emotions and with every drop it reshaped us and made us anew.
The frigid air and the electricity of his lips were all as familiar as they had always been. I didn't care that I was still soaked through as his hands slipped into my pants and caressed my aching body. His body throbbed against mine, pushing me forward and then pulling me back in even tighter than before. I no longer felt cold when he pawed at me and moved with me, our own lustful dance in our favourite place to the music we loved most. Flesh against flesh until our bodies were warmed by the thin vapor that escaped our lips through moans and whispers as we sang along with the melody that had enveloped us.
Just another rainstorm; Montréal was drowning all around us. That was okay. We'd drowned ourselves in each other, a long time ago. This is my heaven and I was finally I was home.