prydeful: (whoof)
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They don't have sex all that much.

Sorta.

Kinda.

Ish.

...They have a healthy sex life, let's say, which is slightly healthier than normal when one of them hasn't seen the other for a month. (Even if the other hadn't seen his girlfriend for only a few days.)

But there are other things, too, and the post-coitus bit is just as nice as the coitus itself. Kate thinks so, anyway, as she lies curled up on her boyfriend, head on his chest and fingers drifting across said chest, his arm, his shoulder, back to his chest again.

His breathing is slow and even, far more so of both than it was a few minutes ago, and it makes her smile and kiss a spot near his collarbone to see how relaxed he is.

Date: 2007-11-07 05:27 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hey you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Mmmmm," says Piotr, exceedingly eloquently, and tips his head to smile at her.

Whatever other things they have to think about, so much of the time -- their world, their friends, the possibilities they've only half-spoken of -- well, this kind of mood is very helpful for not thinking about very much at all.

Date: 2007-11-07 05:54 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hey you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"I am glad to help," he says peaceably.

And then, with a smile that wants to be rueful but mostly succeeds at laziness, "It is not a very convenient time difference."

Well. It is for him, at least if no crises happen here.

But that's not the diplomatic thing to say.

Date: 2007-11-07 06:44 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hey you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Kissing he can do.

This one's just as soft as the last, and just as contented, but lasts rather longer.

"I love you, Katya," he murmurs when it breaks, and brushes back strands of her hair. (They were tickling his nose. But that's not the reason for the gesture.)

Date: 2007-11-08 05:52 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (those simple moments of peace)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr doesn't mind being a mattress for his girlfriend.

Really, really doesn't mind.

He doesn't answer aloud, because he doesn't need to. Just makes a low sound of agreement in his chest, and shifts fractionally to tuck her more comfortably against him.

(He's feeling utterly -- almost utterly -- contented; he's also trying to hold onto that feeling for as long as he can, because with that wistfulness an awareness of the world outside this bunk is slowly drifting back.)

Date: 2007-11-08 08:28 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (back in the day)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Missed you too."

"Is strange to be at the Mansion without you," he adds to the ceiling, feeling her hair tickle his jaw and spill across his shoulder. With half a smile, "No one else walks through the door and knocks after."

Date: 2007-11-08 07:25 pm (UTC)
steelartisan: (when evening falls so hard)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr turns his head to look at her a little more.

What he sees is the top of her head, tangled damp brown hair, and the blurred foreshortened curves of ear and jaw. But that's not really the point; the point is that he's not asking, but he's listening.

Date: 2007-11-08 09:47 pm (UTC)
steelartisan: (when evening falls so hard)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr Rasputin died, she shouted at him when she found him alive in that awful red-lit room, and I know this because I carried his ashes to Russia and scattered them myself!

Piotr knew exactly what he was doing when he injected himself with the Legacy cure and triggered that chemical reaction. Knew what, and why.

He doesn't forget either.

He has enough ands of his own.

I'm sorry is too complicated to say. (For all her pain -- all of everyone's -- it's true. But that, too, he knew would happen when he did it.) But he can kiss her hair softly, and feel her weight on his chest as he breathes out.

"I know."

And there's an apology of sorts in that, too, unspoken.

Date: 2007-11-08 10:09 pm (UTC)
steelartisan: (steel and shadow)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Da. I am here."

So many people aren't.

Illyana isn't, and he'll never understand why one and not the other.

But he is, and with Kate, and as terrible as the world is they have things they never had, too. And he loves her.

With another very soft kiss, "You found me."

"I am here, and I will be." As long as it's his to control. There are no guarantees in their lives, but what he can give her he will.

His arms are around her, close and comfortable; his thumb strokes the nape of her neck, slowly, and her hair tangles around his fingers.

Date: 2007-11-09 06:37 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hey you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan




"I," Piotr informs her very serenely indeed, "am not complaining."

Date: 2007-11-09 07:20 pm (UTC)
steelartisan: (hey you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr just grins.

He doesn't so much look like there are complaints he's stifling, either.

Date: 2007-11-09 10:00 pm (UTC)
steelartisan: (those simple moments of peace)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"There is nothing wrong with romance," he objects lazily.

Anyone surprised to hear that Piotr Rasputin is kind of a romantic at heart? Anyone?

"Does that make you the princess?"

"Or the pirate lady. Luring me with your wiles." Because he resisted so hard. Yes.

Date: 2007-11-10 12:24 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hey you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Da. I do."

Someone might be getting doodled as a pirate ninja princess later.

(Someone might be having fingertips tracing vaguely tiara-like shapes on her shoulder right now.)

"You have tricked your way through all my defenses. Very fearsome."

Date: 2007-11-10 02:45 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hey you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Принцесса Катя," he agrees solemnly, because if she's going to use the Russian pet name she might as well have the title Russian to match.

"Da? Tell me this secret, princess."

If they're in a fairy tale, then there should be helpful exposition, after all.

Date: 2007-11-10 03:54 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hey you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr looks appropriately impressed by the difficulty of this.

This expression does not at all look as if it's hiding a soft half-smile. Anyone who thinks otherwise is clearly crazy.

With equally appropriate gravity, "How would a man accomplish such a quest?"

Just as he's not hiding a fond smile, neither are his hands sliding in light and absent caresses along spine and hip and ribs.

Date: 2007-11-10 04:05 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (waited so long for this kiss)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Then I will have to be very patient."

And move his hands obediently higher.

"Search for the answers."

And also stretch up, smiling contentedly, to kiss her.

For a while.

Date: 2007-11-10 04:14 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hey you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"As long as I need to."

"Maybe a bit more. To make certain."

Date: 2007-11-10 04:26 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (relaxation time)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"That I have won the princess's heart."

His smile is just as small, and very warm.

"And that she knows she has mine forever in return."

In this hypothetical fairy tale.

Totally hypothetical.

Date: 2007-11-10 04:41 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hey you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"They live happily ever after."

And that part is pure fairy tale.

But it's a nice one.

Date: 2007-11-10 04:51 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (those simple moments of peace)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr smiles, a little crookedly, and rolls with her to rest on his side, head pillowed on one folded arm.

The smile fades slowly, though the warmth underneath it doesn't.

(There's something he wants to say.

And he doesn't know whether he should; and part of him is afraid of the answer.

But he wants to.)

Date: 2007-11-10 05:18 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hold me)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"The ending is for fairy tales," he murmurs, after a minute to smile at her touch and inwardly grasp for words.

This isn't how he pictured doing this.

(He looked for a ring. It's not a Russian custom, but it's the American one. And he wanted to do this properly for her.

He couldn't find any that seemed just right.)

But very little in his life's been how he pictured it, anyway.

"We will not have that part. I know. But -- I am doing this badly."

Carefully, he brushes back her hair, and ghosts the backs of his fingers along her cheek.

(Four words shouldn't be so hard to say.)

"Katya. Will you marry me?"

Date: 2007-11-10 06:04 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hands touch...eyes meet)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
It's not a no.

That's -- it's not a yes either, and he didn't know quite how much he was hoping until his stomach sank at her I don't know.

But it's not a no.

(And even if it were, even if she'd said No, I won't immediately, it doesn't change anything. He knows that. He reminds himself of that.)

"Of course."

"If -- I love you," he adds. "Either way. It's all right."

She said yes to Edmund.

There's no point in thinking of that.

"Think about it."

Date: 2007-11-10 06:51 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (things we know and things we learn)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"I know."

Because he does.

He wouldn't have ever asked if he didn't.

He caresses her cheek lightly, and very gently. And then, at her last comment, he almost smiles.

"You are Katya. That is all the good I need."

"I surprised you. If you need time, it's all right."

Date: 2007-11-10 07:00 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hold me)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Shadow has fields. And sky, and farmland.

These are things Piotr misses deeply, even when he isn't spending most of his time on a spaceship.

"Okay," he whispers.

He'd say the same no matter where she was suggesting, right now.

But there's maybe a little extra warmth to his small smile, as he leans in enough to kiss her softly and briefly.

"That sounds good."

resume

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