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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Introspective (Une POV), Hurt/Comfort,
Dependence Pairings: Treize/Une Summary: Sometimes love overpowers reason. "Toxic " Une traced a finger along the rim of her wine glass and stared out the window into the dark night beyond. She had a brief moment of reprieve, an evening of calm and quiet which was rare these days. Treize was in the next room, sleeping off a bout of jet lag. It was raining, she noted absently. The pitter patter of water drops against the glass was soothing, hypnotic. She idly let her thoughts wander as often happened when there were no distractions that demanded her attention. She recalled a heated conversation she once had with her estranged sister, Miidi. The subject of which was slumbering peacefully a few feet away. Une had slapped her. Her own sister. Because Miidi had warned her about the dangers of being involved with men like Treize. Une did not want to hear it. Was furious that Miidi dared presume to know what went on between them. She hadn't seen her sister since. Miidi left shortly after that. Une could still remember the dispirited look on her face. The disappointment, the hopelessness. What had struck Une the most was the fear. Her sister feared for her, for her safety. But she'd been too furious, too defensive of the man she was in love with to allow it to sway her. The thing was, she knew it. She knew he was toxic. Dangerous. Knew he might well kill her. It wasn't enough to deter her. He was her drug, she knew that now. She craved him like an addict craves their fix. When she went too long without him, she felt sick, tired, consumed with despair. She was an addict. Utterly dependent. He, the poison she couldn't get enough of. Harmful, but a deadly necessity. And she was painfully aware of how pathetic that was. If there was anything her mother had taught her, it was never to lose her soul to a man. Thankfully, her mother was no longer around to witness her downfall. Though, Miidi had been which was almost as bad. She sighed, an exhausted, resigned sound, and set her wine glass on the table. Her muscles were sore and achy from enduring the long flight back to Sanq and a hot shower seemed like the perfect remedy. She punched the nozzle and held her hand beneath the spray to gauge the temperature and stepped in. The heat immediately went to work soothing the fatigue in her body. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, letting the water stream over her face and head, getting lost in sweet relief. She never heard the slide of the shower curtain and jumped when calloused hands closed over her sides. She tilted her head back up and wiped the water from her eyes, blinking up at the man who was her everything, the source of her pain and pleasure. Her breath stuttered with giddy excitement when his arms curled around her back and pulled her close. The sturdy warmth of his body and the soft slide of his skin was both comforting and exhilarating. He knew when she was distressed. He always did. Maybe he used it to his advantage, but in times like these, it didn't much matter. He provided exactly what she needed, so attuned to her body, her heart. His eyes, usually so frigid, devoid of emotion, were warmed though by the heat of the shower, or from feeling, she couldn't be sure. It was enough. It had to be. In this brutal war, you took what you could get and she counted herself lucky for the companionship and strong embrace of a man she cared so deeply about. She rested her face against his clavicle, kissing the wet skin with reverence, her hands sliding up the muscular back. She suppressed a whimper when a hand stroked over her hair. His lips rested beside her ear, soft breaths loud despite the sound of water running. She allowed herself to be lost in his embrace. All was well, for now. Soon they would be back in the midst of bloodshed and death, the belligerent world of politics. But now, there was peace, silence, and love. Maybe he would kill her. Maybe she would kill him. Maybe their enemies would kill them long before they got to each other. The future was uncertain, a dark, unpaved road, but one thing was certain: She needed this man like she needed air to breathe, like she needed water to drink, and food for sustenance. He was her element, deadly as he was. Her sin and her virtue. And she would live and die by his word until the end.
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