May We Meet Again [Happy Ending]
“You have to go back, they’re your people. That’s why I-” she loves you with her lungs, or at least she tries. It comes with a pause, hesitation, an instinctive halt because she is the heda and loving with her lungs is too hard. But she tries. The kiss comes and you wish death and time were one and the same so you could command this moment and make it your home until the stars turn to ash. The kiss is fleeting, and she cries, her tears are tiny little shameful things and it makes her all the more beautiful. All the more human. All the more yours.
When you take off her clothes, clambering inelegantly on top of her, a breath escapes her lips with the contraction of her ribs but she rights herself quickly, as if she only has so many of those little breathless moments to give you and she wants to save every single one and make them last for eternity. No, you decide. This mighty woman, this god among mortals, she is yours and you will take every single one of those breathless gasps and plant them like seedlings until you forever own fields of them.
“I’ve dreamed of this.” you whisper into her neck, and she loves you with her hands so much more proficiently than her lungs, they come up behind you and take the small of your back and rub the tender flesh there. “I’m going to keep you in this bed until the world forgets about you and me.” you promise, and she does that rare and pure smile.