Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Impressions: Convergence ❯ Part 4: Touch ( Chapter 4 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Kagemihari 
This part, um, fluff, mostly? Also, my hair fetish is showing... ^^
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.04.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 761 | Visits: 219 | Status: Work In Progress
This part, um, fluff, mostly? Also, my hair fetish is showing... ^^
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.04.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 761 | Visits: 219 | Status: Work In Progress
Warnings: abstractness, yaoi (no, ya think?), angst
Disclaimer: GW and characters not mine, writing not for profit, don't sue me please; I can't afford it. ^^;
Summary: An abstract version of an arc, sort of. I don't know what else to call it... This part, um, fluff, mostly? Also, my hair fetish is showing... ^^
Notes: Abstract in the extreme. Also strange. Like the Impressionist style of painting, it gives more the impression of events, rather than describing it clearly. POVs and other fixed points change at random, and it's meant to be slightly confusing and unclear. Sort of...blurry. ^^;
Thanks to everyone who left reviews and comments--you make my day! ^^ Beta-read by Hiriyou--thank you so much, love! ^_^ Thanks also to Amanda for comments on jankety bits, and debate of whether or not the elemental properties of certain words belong to air or water, and the appropriateness of either to a chapter entitled Touch. ^_~
Stuff in / italics / is thoughts, speech, or emotions, and just to further confuse you, you probably won't always be able to tell which is which, or who it belongs to. Sometimes, it could be either, or both. ^^
Impressions: Convergence
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Part 4: Touch
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Touch
glancing, lingering
almost shy, but thrilling, daring
/smile/
reveling in newfound freedom
to look, walking by
to gently brush a hand
on skin, through tumbled locks of hair
/surprise/
/softer than it looks/
reaching, touching
/bliss/
long silken strands
wrapped round seeking fingers
/soft as it looks...knew it...god.../
eyes drift shut
savouring touching
liquid ripple of honeyed brown
/amusement/
quiet laughter
/like that, do you?/
eyes open, sudden flash of blue
sleepy glare, surfacing
as out of water deep
"you look like a cat in the sun"
mock growl
"hn...a lion you mean..."
predatory grin
stalking, capture
a kiss, the captive's willing retribution
touching, tender, fierce
teasing--wary dance
learning rules of a different game
finding boundaries
with old lines newly crossed
still unsure
how much this means, how deep it goes
yet ever more certain, becoming
reckless now, hope reaching
soaring
/so right/
hair flows free
deliberate, enticing
touch
/fascination/
need to touch, to hold
fingertips trailing silver sparks
trails of warmth and fire
touch of a glance
like a hand, falling light
on unsuspecting object of
/affection/
turn, finding gaze
heat, need, flash briefly
/want/
/want to be your lover/
hope, fear, reckless
/want to.../
good natured sparring
fights
underwritten by new subtext
jabs, insults, threats
banter, now colored with affectionate mirth
glaring, shoving, wrestling match
touch
heated by awareness
of underlying passion
locked, pinned
/gotcha.../
low laughter, answering smirk
fading into silent hunger
/so close/
faces almost...touching
whisper
'got you now...'
tension like a summer storm
prickling, charged with
/amused anticipation/
/desire/
blue eyes question, daring
'what are you going to do with me?'
a slow grin breaks, lazy intention
promising
'got a few ideas...'
/touch/
-tbc-
Kagi's note: Next chapter *cough* um, picks up directly where I left off... ^^ It will have a least an R rating. I'm very interested to find out how well a lemon works in this format...I suspect rather well. ^_~ Any and all comments or criticism welcome--I'd like to know what you think of this rather...odd little fic. ^^;
Disclaimer: GW and characters not mine, writing not for profit, don't sue me please; I can't afford it. ^^;
Summary: An abstract version of an arc, sort of. I don't know what else to call it... This part, um, fluff, mostly? Also, my hair fetish is showing... ^^
Notes: Abstract in the extreme. Also strange. Like the Impressionist style of painting, it gives more the impression of events, rather than describing it clearly. POVs and other fixed points change at random, and it's meant to be slightly confusing and unclear. Sort of...blurry. ^^;
Thanks to everyone who left reviews and comments--you make my day! ^^ Beta-read by Hiriyou--thank you so much, love! ^_^ Thanks also to Amanda for comments on jankety bits, and debate of whether or not the elemental properties of certain words belong to air or water, and the appropriateness of either to a chapter entitled Touch. ^_~
Stuff in / italics / is thoughts, speech, or emotions, and just to further confuse you, you probably won't always be able to tell which is which, or who it belongs to. Sometimes, it could be either, or both. ^^
Impressions: Convergence
----------------------
Part 4: Touch
----------------------
Touch
glancing, lingering
almost shy, but thrilling, daring
/smile/
reveling in newfound freedom
to look, walking by
to gently brush a hand
on skin, through tumbled locks of hair
/surprise/
/softer than it looks/
reaching, touching
/bliss/
long silken strands
wrapped round seeking fingers
/soft as it looks...knew it...god.../
eyes drift shut
savouring touching
liquid ripple of honeyed brown
/amusement/
quiet laughter
/like that, do you?/
eyes open, sudden flash of blue
sleepy glare, surfacing
as out of water deep
"you look like a cat in the sun"
mock growl
"hn...a lion you mean..."
predatory grin
stalking, capture
a kiss, the captive's willing retribution
touching, tender, fierce
teasing--wary dance
learning rules of a different game
finding boundaries
with old lines newly crossed
still unsure
how much this means, how deep it goes
yet ever more certain, becoming
reckless now, hope reaching
soaring
/so right/
hair flows free
deliberate, enticing
touch
/fascination/
need to touch, to hold
fingertips trailing silver sparks
trails of warmth and fire
touch of a glance
like a hand, falling light
on unsuspecting object of
/affection/
turn, finding gaze
heat, need, flash briefly
/want/
/want to be your lover/
hope, fear, reckless
/want to.../
good natured sparring
fights
underwritten by new subtext
jabs, insults, threats
banter, now colored with affectionate mirth
glaring, shoving, wrestling match
touch
heated by awareness
of underlying passion
locked, pinned
/gotcha.../
low laughter, answering smirk
fading into silent hunger
/so close/
faces almost...touching
whisper
'got you now...'
tension like a summer storm
prickling, charged with
/amused anticipation/
/desire/
blue eyes question, daring
'what are you going to do with me?'
a slow grin breaks, lazy intention
promising
'got a few ideas...'
/touch/
-tbc-
Kagi's note: Next chapter *cough* um, picks up directly where I left off... ^^ It will have a least an R rating. I'm very interested to find out how well a lemon works in this format...I suspect rather well. ^_~ Any and all comments or criticism welcome--I'd like to know what you think of this rather...odd little fic. ^^;