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thecapitol2014-07-16 12:46 am
metalicarus) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-16 12:46 am
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[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.
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.
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"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."
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"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.
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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.