Note: If you don't remember, I've mentioned my other blog dedicated to my original story T.A.K.K.A. I love writing it, and I post all the chapters/info there, but, there is a exception. I, of course, ship my own OC's sometimes, and when I do, I usually write secret little ficlets with them. Ficlets meaning they're fictional non-cannon situations I conjure up just so I can write my couples in peace. :')
So, awhile ago I was absolute consumed with writing a ficlet for T.A.K.K.A with a character couple. I've written two other ficlets in the series, and I'm working on the third one right now. The third one is the one I've been obsessed with lately, and so I thought I'd share the WIP!
The main reason I'm not putting this on my other blog is because of two reasons. One, one of the characters doesn't canonically show up in T.A.K.K.A until the ending rounds of the story. Two, the couple technically isn't canon, and I have no desire (lie) to make it so. Haha! So, if you're interested in reading some romance I threw together, here you go! (You don't have to know the story to understand the situation, although there will be references to in-story things that might confuse you. Also, bear in mind this is a WIP).
Set Command// Start ==> AFTERWARDS, Mörkt
"Explosions erupted from behind and the shock wave sent me flying forward and into the gravel of the tunnel. My hands flew out to brace me and I was back up on my feet in seconds, running further into the dark and hoping that Crocs would just wait me out instead of pursuing.
I could barely make out the road-blocks ahead and almost ran head first into one. I kept running and slid behind some of the last few, crouching and holding my breath to make sure nothing would notice me.
Minutes rolled by and I started noticing how cold it was, and the fact that a Croc could be less then a foot away from me and I'd never see it. Cold, alone, and most definitely in trouble.
I'd lost track of Captain as soon as the first explosions went off. The tunnel wasn't too far away so I went there without thinking about it. It seemed like a good idea, but after ten minutes in the dark I realized it was probably the worst thing I could've done.
I sucked in a shaky breath and tried pulling my jacket down over my legs. The shorts I was wearing didn't cover much so I was freezing. I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back against the road block.
After an hour I started panicking and got twitchy. It was ridiculously quiet and hearing my own heart beat was creepier then you'd think. I willed for something to happen but another hour passed without a sound.
By the time I heard gravel crunching a wave of panic spiked so high it hurt. I flattened myself back against block and waited for a Croc to loom over and finish me off, but wall of black passed instead and I squinted against the dark. Unless it was a Croc who was a bit on the heavy side, the 'wall' could easily pass as Captain.
"Cap?"
The gravel crunching stopped then picked up again at a slower pace. I looked in front of me and tried finding his outline but couldn't make anything out. I reached out and ran my hand through the air but it bumped into nothing. Just as I was about to pull it back my fingertips brushed against something and I jerked it back reflexively.
Captain's hand reached down and closed around my shoulder, giving it a brief squeeze before retracting. I stood up and dusted myself off before squinting up to look at him. Something seemed off, and after a minute or two of staring, I realized that unless he'd switched to a lighter colored mask, I was probably looking at skin.
"What happened to your mask?" I wondered, narrowing my eyes and fighting the urge to get closer and look. I couldn't see anything. No details, no shadow or outline. Just the faintest color that let me know it was skin and not metal. Even then it wasn't clear enough for me to even make out the color.
I stopped squinting and looked back towards the direction of the tunnel entrance. Captain didn't seem to be moving so I had no idea what the plan was, or if we were even staying. I looked back towards him but kept my eyes downward. "Are we staying here then?"
He gave me a nod (at least, that's what I could make out) then sat down against the road blocker. I sat down with him and closed my eyes. It must have been at least 8pm, and after a long day of scavenging, not to mention getting tossed around by Crocs and shock waves, I was a little sore.
As tired as I was, the cold kept me awake every time I started to doze off. I tried pulling down my jacket several times but it just rode up when I tried getting comfortable. It might have been easier to sleep if I had a pillow, but asking Captain if I could borrow his shoulder didn't seem like a good idea. The fact that he didn't have his mask meant he was probably feeling irritated anyway. He probably only had it off so he could see at least to a reasonable extent, after all, he'd be blind with it on in the dark.
I started pushing gravel out of the way with my feet and once a small patch was cleared I moved forward and laid down on it, feet against the road block. It was much colder and the jacket didn't do much to help. Tiny bits of gravel stuck my back and I immediately regretted the position. I sighed and sat up, taking the jacket off and folded it into a make-shift pillow. After tucking it behind my head I laid back down and tried again.
It was much more comfortable, but still cold. I tried ignoring it and eventually started to slip off. I was up five minutes later, irritated. I started to sit up but something hit me. I yelped and thrashed against it for a second then realized it was Captain's trench coat.
My hands flattened against it and I lowered it down onto me. It was big enough to serve as a full body blanket and blocked out all the chill. I rested my head back down on my make-shift pillow and pulled the jacket up with me, hearing Captain shift and smiling under the coat.
"Thanks." I called meekly.
In the back of my head I started checking off a list of reasons why he’d be taking extra care. Usually he’d let me fend for myself and only help if I asked, that’s just the way things worked. He never took any steps I didn’t ask for.
A heavy feeling of anticipation started in my stomach.
It happened once in a blue moon, and it was completely random. All of a sudden he’d be much more okay with affectionate things or stuff that slightly teetered off the “friendship zone” we usually stayed in.
He’d always do something extra during those times, just little things that almost seemed like apologies for him wanting affection. He never said or did anything that told me he felt that way, but his body language was obvious. After living with him for so long, little things like letting me lean on him sent off a warning bell.
I swallowed and felt myself flatten out against the asphalt. The feeling of anticipation was overwhelming and I closed my eyes against it. It wasn’t scaring me or freaking me out, it was just the fact that I had no idea what was coming that was so unnerving.
As soon as I heard him shift the anticipation rose and I was left in the dark. He must have been wearing more layers because I heard his cloths shift with him and pause for a few moments before continuing his movement. After that he didn’t make any more sound.
I realized how tensed up I was and relaxed. The pressure on my back eased up and I started breathing again. I hadn’t even noticed I was holding my breath until then, and everything seemed to cool down once I settled. I had just started to drift off again when I felt a hand touched my face. I relaxed further into it and kept my eyes closed while it ran through my hair gently and rubbed my head before tilting it up.
Feeling someone else's skin on mine was exhilarating. After not touching another person for at least a year, it felt grossly intimate. The urge to throw myself forward and drown in it was overwhelming, and I almost lost it when I felt him hover over me and kiss.
It was the chastest thing I'd ever felt and the feeling in my gut shrivelled. He kept moving his hand and rubbed small circles into my forehead while holding my head up with the other. His lips were chapped and I could feel small places where they'd split while he moved them against mine.
I'd heard people describe kisses as electric or passionate, but neither of those words fit the situation. It was hazy and fervent, and the constant need to smother myself in him was exigent. I wanted to be closer but didn't move because I knew he'd stop if I did.
I tried stopping myself from making a sound, or anything that would bring him back to reality. It was so hard, and when he shifted to get closer, everything fell apart. I whimpered and he stopped immediately.
It was a barely-there sound but he caught it. Everything stopped. He pulled back and the hand that rubbed circles moved away and down to where his coat was on me. He pulled it down until my arms were free and waited.
A invitation to leave.
I felt numb and the feeling in my gut came back as soon as he moved away. I wanted to go after him so bad but it seemed like a death sentence now that he was back in his own head. I opened my eyes and looked up for him but couldn't see a thing, even though I knew he was right in front of me.
Everything felt wrong. Wrong because he was right there and I couldn't touch him. Just out of reach, and the only person stopping me from reaching out was me.
*In a split-second decision I reached out and curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt. I laid there and didn't move, just holding him there and quietly breathing while seconds ticked by. I flinched when he moved his hand over mine and held it. I closed my eyes against the feeling."
Note 2: So that's it! Thanks for reading this WIP, the first piece of semi-romantic/creepy thing I've written between two people in a long time. Ah, I live for those moments! If you have any critique or comments, don't be afraid to comment below telling me so! Feedback is key for a writer, and it always helps the process.
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