thecapitol | [Closed] And I'll be your goal

Who | Jet and Albert
What | Talking. Fluff. The usual.
Where | D2
When | Backdated to before the crowning, after Jet wakes up in his room.
Warnings/Notes | Usual post-arena talk stuff. Now a warning for smut. Tread lightly.

He was slow to wake as his mind drifted through fuzzy nothingness, seeming to lose everything that should be in it even as he grasped for some train of thought. A moment went by, then another until something finally pierced his awareness and let in a trickle of emotion: Albert's scent. The blond was clearly in his room on the second floor, but his partner's scent lingered here and there, just enough to bring Jet a shell of comfort he hadn't felt in what seemed like forever.

He sat up slowly, eyes falling on the ring still on his finger before catching his head in his hands.

He'd been trying to protect Felicity even though he knew she was a goner, even though he knew he was a goner the minute his eyes landed on that monstrous thing. It had torn him apart and if he thought about it, he could still remember in stark detail what that had felt like. Even before all that, though, there'd been those men and that kid and Natalie and Hilda and that scream Natalie had made. And watching as Albert fell over that cliff and the feeling that had ripped out Jet's stomach when his engines only sparked and his fiance vanished out of sight without the American there to catch him.

That cold despondency that had threatened to eat him alive towards the end of the arena trickled into his chest as he thought over just how bad the whole thing had been. And that had only been their second arena. That thought alone was enough to choke him.

Eyes clenched shut, Jet fought to push it all away and rebuild those supports he needed in place to keep himself up, after all if he didn't keep himself up, who would be there to make sure Albert did too?

An eternity later, he stood and made for the door leading to the common room. Hopefully Albert wasn't too far, Jet needed to find him before he could think or do anything else and make sure that smell was from a recent presence and not a remnant from Jet's memories.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Near gasping for air, Albert tries to hold on to that tenuous thread, tries to keep himself in one piece until Jet gives the okay, but he keeps moving and driving Albert inside so deeply and tightly that the German is certain his willpower won't hold out a second longer.

It doesn't, not really, but Jet has exquisite timing and almost the second the words are out of his fiance's mouth he's buried himself to the hilt, holding Jet so tightly its certain to leave bruises. He doesn't seem conscious of it, orgasem washing over him, coursing through him in waves as he pulses inside Jet. Soon after his weight rests on his partner, utterly spent with muscles twitching and sore from the exertion. Even so, strong arms curl around his partner, his fiance, his Jet, encompassing and protective. Possessive.

He doesn't even have breath for any words, still recovering like he is. Instead Albert takes a page from Jet's book and places a loving kiss to his partner's lips, arms not budging from their rightful place around the blond.

In this one moment, everything was perfect. Both of them spent, tired but happily entangled in each other, Albert's arms acting as a shield from the world around them, he wanted it to last for as long as possible.

He reached up to pet through his fiance's hair as his other hand stroked along the German's back. That kiss was met with one just as loving from the blond. When they broke it, Jet's eyes were shining with his adoration for his partner.

"Thank you."

There are times - not often anymore but still - where Albert can't look directly at Jet. It's akin to looking into the sun, Jet so bright and shining that Albert's certain he'll go blind from the radiance of his partner's smile. At the same time, he can feel the warmth radiating from him, that gentle glow directed solely at him and he simply wants to stretch under it and bask.

He does both now, closing his eyes as he plants another light kiss to Jet's cheek, nuzzling into the side of his face with every ounce of affection left in him, stretched out and comfortable against Jet's body that fits so well against his own. An expression of bliss curls the edges of Albert's mouth as he idly curls soft blond hair between his fingers, basking happily in Jet's effulgent glow.

"No, I should be thanking you. I've wanted to do that for a very long time."

On one hand, he's a little mad with himself for not letting it happen sooner; the amount of affection and care his partner had just expressed in every movement was beyond overwhelming--but for that same reason, Jet knew he wouldn't have been able to handle it before now. Hell, lying there clutching Albert close and feeling like his eyes were stinging with too much emotion, Jet knew he was barely handling it now, but he wouldn't trade the feeling of calm, safety, joy and peace he was having for anything.

He doubted he'd ever fully understand why Albert wanted to do that, why it was so important to him or even what Jet had done to deserve that much of someone's love, but he didn't bother fighting with it either.

He just wished his emotions weren't choking him up so bad that he couldn't express himself. He gave himself a moment or two of burying his face in Albert's shoulder so he could piece the words together and then admit them in barely a whisper to that soft skin Jet couldn't get enough of against his.

"...don't laugh...but nothing...no one makes me feel more safe than you." And he needed that feeling just now, something he keeps to himself but perhaps can be inferred by how Jet refuses to let them become even remotely untangled.

"I love you, Al...and I--" he pauses, the words becoming emotionally jumbled as he tries to pick them, but he perseveres after a moment.

"...I can't wait to be tied to you forever." They already were, getting married wouldn't change that, but at the same time it would make it more final and that's what he wanted, something seemingly concrete in a situation where everything was changing around them. Everything else could be uncertain and it wouldn't matter, because he'd be certain of that one thing.

"Why would I laugh at that?" He smiles, warm and unburdened for the first time in what feels like decades. He opens his eyes again to meet Jet's gaze, placing a hand on his cheek with light affection.

"I love you too, and if I thought we could get away with it I would marry you this very moment." Albert leans his forehead against Jets with a small chuckle. "Though I think we'd have to get dressed first at least, but who knows. This is the Capitol."

Not that he'd ever seriously consider going out in public wearing nothing but a silver necklace and an engagement ring, but the intention is there, the solid feeling that he would do anything to bind himself to Jet forever finally.

Albert brushes back a strand of golden hair that's fallen into his lover's face. "Soon, Sparrow. As soon as possible."

Because Jet said it and because it was emotional and overly sentimental and incredibly embarrassing, but Jet had needed to say it anyway. But that was exactly why Albert wasn't laughing, he'd never once laughed at the stupid emotional stuff Jet came up with and the blond doubted he'd start now. Especially not after what they'd just done.

"Good." Jet leaned his face up to find Albert's lips and wrapped his arms around him tightly to pull him into resting against the blond. They should shower and not just lay there like they were, there was still some time left in the day to do other things, but Jet wasn't especially interested in them. All that appealed to him right now was having Albert nearby.

As far as Albert's concerned, he's not leaving this bed unless its at Jet's prompting or possibly gunpoint. He'd have to think about that one.

The glow from their amorous activities still hasn't faded and he continues to bask in it, admiring his Jet at intervals through sight and touch. Gentle hands glide over planes and curves while lips plant light kisses into hair and cheeks. Everything he already has memorized but just likes to feel. It's a little new this time, though, after being allowed to show the full bore of his affection for Jet. His passion and need for the man piled happily in his arms.

And he'll keep showing. A floodgate's been opened and perhaps it won't be exactly like this all the time - Jet might explode - but the edges of everything he does for Jet, all the things he says and all the little brushes of hands contact even in passing will forever more be colored by what he's finally been able to show his partner.

That he loves him with every fiber and will keep loving him to the very last breath he ever draws.

[Closed] And I'll be your goal

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject