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The Moment After Meme

You've seen The Morning After, and the Build-Up, and even the Mid-Fuck memes. But what about the moment after characters have done the deed? Do they cuddle or light up a cigarette? Go for seconds or reflect on what just happened? Hop into the shower to wash away their sins? Regret everything?

Well, we'll find out, won't we?

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[ it's one of those nights where he finds himself all tangled up in Mako, bodies moving together and panted breathes ruffling two sets of hair. He's so fucking lost to her it's not even funny, and he's not sure how to withdraw or if he even should - hell, or if he wants to.

they come together because he accepts nothing less, stars bursting in white hot supernovas across their vision, leaving them gasping for air and laying in each others arms, spent but somehow entirely revitalized.

He kisses her temple and cradles her close against him in his arms, lips warm on her ear as he murmurs something that's nearly unintelligible. ]

mmmiloveyou.

[ The sweat hasn't even cooled from their bodies, their limbs still tangled together, faces buried in one another's neck. Mako loves the immediate aftermath of their coupling, when they're sated and happy like this and they have a precious few moments during which they can continue to block out the Kaiju War, the PPDC, and the entire world and everyone else around them.

It's just herself, and Chuck, and the way he lies against her, spent but still inside her, and breathes with her and kisses her softly and sweetly.

And then he says something in her ear that makes her awareness sharpen a bit out of the fog of pleasure clouding her senses. ]

—W-what?

[ she cranes her neck to look at him. ] ...What did you say?

[ He should slide free but he doesn't want to quite yet; he hasn't gone down yet and he's still hard inside of her, hands clutching her smaller frame to his, palms smoothing over the planes of her back. She always shines but he finds that after they couple she glows, cheeks red with exertion and eyes glassy with the remnants of a shared lusty fog that quite clearly has him loose lipped and not thinking.

With a low groan he slides free of her and doesn't meet her eyes, instead rolling to keep her pinned so he can bury his face into her neck. ]

Y'heard me.

No...no, I didn't, I didn't hear you.

[ She whispers it urgently, like she's hoping he'll believe her; even if he does, she knows he'll be hard-pressed to say such a thing again.

She'd heard him, the words he'd spoken, loud and clear; they ring in her ears as though he'd shouted them. But she wants him to say them once more outright, purely on principle.

He's pinning her to the bed with his face in her neck but she wriggles impatiently underneath him, her movements made stronger by the fact that he's disentangled himself from her. He'll have to let her free at some point, if only so that she can go clean up afterwards. ]

...Say it again.

Edited 2013-09-16 08:04 (UTC)

[ Chuck gets his need for touch, for connection from his father. Herc had always been a tactile man even when Chuck had not, and at some point through the years – either because of the Drift or because Chuck had simply spent so much time around the man, unconsciously observing the way Herc interacted with people on a daily basis – it had rubbed off on him, too. It was in different ways than Herc, of course – Chuck didn’t feel the need or urge to hug his father, ever, but he does feel the need to be physically close to Mako, to have her pressed firmly against him, her breasts brushing against his chest, his face in her neck, inhaling the heady scent of her sweat and the remnants of her perfume she’d put on that morning.

It’s also a great way to avoid looking at her.

He’s both an incredibly emotional and emotionally distant person; most of his feelings were channeled into intense anger and aggression, leaving little room for anything else. He knows, deep down, that he would very much like to love but he has no idea how to go about doing it properly and thus never engaged in anything beyond casual relationships through his life. They fulfilled a need, left him sated physically but emotionally empty – up until now.

He’s in too deep for his own comfort with Mako, and he should’ve just kept her at arms length but she just kept pushing and pushing until she cracked the shell open and peeled his layers back one by one, leaving him raw, exposed, and vulnerable and he both loves and hates her for that.

To openly admit that he loves her is hard enough. To repeat it is impossible. ]

Nothin'. Nevermind. [ So he does the only thing he knows how to do – he withdraws, he pulls back in on himself, he shuts up and doesn’t continue talking about it because if he does, he really has no idea what will happen, or what stupid shit he will say. ]

Edited 2013-09-16 14:14 (UTC)

[ Mako has very little memory of affection from her parents. She knows they were demonstrative, as most parents tend to be with only children, but the memories of them now are faded with time and she remembers only the feeling of comfort, and not the physical acts of hugs and kisses, themselves. Stacker, while a doting and caring father, has kept himself relatively hands-off since she was adopted by him. As a result, Mako craves intimacy, despite her perfectionist tendencies and her need to cultivate her stoic and aloof side to focus on her goal. Prior to Chuck, she has never before had an outlet for it.

So now she clings to him like a barnacle, one that's seen too many storms in the harbor of her life, and particularly when they're in bed like this after they've sated themselves on endorphins. Her touches manifest in other ways, as well; groping his knee under the table in the mess hall, drawing her nails lightly along his back in the kwoon when no one is looking, tousling his hair and drawing her fingers along his scalp when they're alone with one another and either napping or watching movies or just whenever she gets a chance.

The bottom line is, she can't stop touching him.

And as he's far too deep in for his comfort, she's wound herself so inexorably tightly around him that she can't think of any possible future where he's not there with her in some form. Their future is together, as Drift partners, as co-pilots, as lovers. Without question, it has to be. They're too powerfully synchronised with one another, for there to be any alternative to it.

And her heart is pounding a staccato rhythm in her chest, now, that has nothing to do with the physical exertion they just shared. mmmiloveyou. ]

…It sounded important. Just tell me what it was.

[ She noses his ear, breathes into it gently. ] …Please.

Edited 2013-09-21 05:53 (UTC)

[ He's licking his lips, nervous, suddenly, because for all that he'd said it with quiet, barely audible confidence saying it again feels like an admission of weakness.

I want to be your strength.

The words - her words - repeat in his mind, a repetition that's kept him going, kept him moving for weeks, kept him trying to be at least a little better if only to her because he's tired of seeing everyone ever as a weakness and maybe--

just maybe

he wants someone to be his strength. To solidify his backbone. To help him stand a little straighter, to give him a reason to be better and not so much of an asshole.

Would it make him weak to want that kind of codependency? Is it even codependency? He doesn't know. Everything is so convoluted and fucked up he doesn't know what to make of it anymore. His life has become so inexorably tangled with Mako's that sometimes - sometimes - he can't tell where he stops and she begins.

We belong in a jaeger together!- shouted words, screamed across at the marshal, the slam of a door when he's thrown out of the office--

Chuck shudders, grips her, keeps her close and when she begs his resolve shatters and he cups her face, brings her in front of his to look at her, meet her eyes- ]

I love you.

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Told u I wasn't done

YOU WERE NOT KIDDING, WERE YOU ilu

n o p e

/chinhands forever

tl:dr's at you

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