Drabble for OPYuri100 - Topic: Sickness
Sep. 9th, 2005 04:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethoratsTitle: Psyche
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 260
The first few times it had happened, she’d felt horribly sick to her stomach afterwards - a strange gut-churning sensation that made her want to vomit although she never did. She was a pragmatist though, and enough of a realist to examine some of the darker corners of her psyche and know that roots had been put down far deeper than she could ever hope to dig up. So she swallowed down the nausea and learned to at least live with herself.
And then she’d met HER and suddenly the roiling in her stomach was back; fear, shame, and guilt stronger than they’d ever been because what would she say? Where-, how-, could she even begin to explain?
It came out at last in a heave of bile and vituperation and a horribly embarrassing display of waterworks. When she’d finally stopped, eyes downcast, face red, waiting for the inevitable moment when the woman would cast her out, the unexpected occurred.
Hina had smiled, one of the rare ones without any guile or malice behind it. She’d stretched one gloved hand, trailed her fingertips over the fresh grouping of bruises sword practice and unintended accidents had left, watched as Tashigi shivered.
The kiss caught her by surprise, deep and forceful, with Hina getting a firm grip on the back of her neck. She could feel the woman grin against her lips when she let out a pleased whimper at the touch and at the fingers that had clamped down hard on purpled flesh. Maybe everything would be all right after all.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 260
The first few times it had happened, she’d felt horribly sick to her stomach afterwards - a strange gut-churning sensation that made her want to vomit although she never did. She was a pragmatist though, and enough of a realist to examine some of the darker corners of her psyche and know that roots had been put down far deeper than she could ever hope to dig up. So she swallowed down the nausea and learned to at least live with herself.
And then she’d met HER and suddenly the roiling in her stomach was back; fear, shame, and guilt stronger than they’d ever been because what would she say? Where-, how-, could she even begin to explain?
It came out at last in a heave of bile and vituperation and a horribly embarrassing display of waterworks. When she’d finally stopped, eyes downcast, face red, waiting for the inevitable moment when the woman would cast her out, the unexpected occurred.
Hina had smiled, one of the rare ones without any guile or malice behind it. She’d stretched one gloved hand, trailed her fingertips over the fresh grouping of bruises sword practice and unintended accidents had left, watched as Tashigi shivered.
The kiss caught her by surprise, deep and forceful, with Hina getting a firm grip on the back of her neck. She could feel the woman grin against her lips when she let out a pleased whimper at the touch and at the fingers that had clamped down hard on purpled flesh. Maybe everything would be all right after all.
