( From the beginning, there had always been something between them. Not some magnetic draw that made him long for her touch or the feel of her skin under his hands or whatever dollar store romance nonsense people bought into these days. Instead, it was thread of hostility, one built from sharp words, terrifying vivid dreams he could never find it in himself to forget, and a constant feeling that something was missing.
Still, spending day in and day out with a beautiful woman had been enough to dull some of the animosity Seth felt towards Kisa, even if it never took away the feeling that something was wrong. The facility they lived in, the men in their pristine white coats, plastic badges, and over-hyped medical degrees always dismissed that concern when he mentioned. The same way they dismissed when he asked why he'd been made with a tattoo along his arm or scars in various places. All they said, all they ever said was the same thing.
You and Kisa were made for each other.
That didn't mean they acted like it, though. No, in the suite they shared, the two of them kept a safe distance from one another more often than not. As the months trickled past, they'd started moving past barriers they'd put up in the beginning. They talked casually here and there, had never had an issue with nudity, recently started sleeping in the same bed, and when it came to the more emotional aspects of their relationship, they'd managed to get to the point where one of them would wake up in the middle of the night and the other would do the same. Offer some bit of concern or attempt to ease the other back to sleep. It was "progress".
After a long day of talking about that progress with one of those lab coat wearing lunatics, Seth was stretched out on his back across the bed. His legs dangled over the edge, one bare foot tapping the soft carpet as he stared thoughtfully at the ceiling. They'd asked a lot of questions, mostly about Kisa, about how they were progressing. And his answer was always the same. They were working on it. They'd probably always be working on it. )
They asked why we haven't started banging like rabbits yet. Again. ( Seth announced at the sound of Kisa moving elsewhere in the room, not bothering to sit up from where he was laid out.
It was a valid question, he knew. One he'd asked himself more than a few times, especially in the moments when he caught sight of her bare skin, felt the weight of the mattress dip beside him when they settled in for the night. Hell, most mornings he woke up with a raging hard on pointed right in her direction, and it took everything he had not to ask if she was interested. Most days, her usual demeanor said she wasn't. And honestly, Seth wasn't sure he could take that kind of rejection when they spent this much time together. )
They ask you any new and exciting questions or is it about time we came up with some excuse to satisfy inquiring minds? ( Finally, his head popped up from the mattress just enough to slide one arm behind it as the other one dropped across his abdomen lazily, plucking at the fabric of his tanktop. )
[ they never used to discuss what they talked about in the meetings with their handlers. they hadn't been instructed not to, but there hadn't been that level of trust at first. it had taken a while to develop, and they've come miles from where they were at first. but that doesn't change that things don't feel right.
it's not anything to do with him, not really. he's in the same position she is, and it's uncomfortable for them both. nothing about their situation or what they've been told feels right or true. why was he made with scars when she doesn't bear any? why are their dietary needs so different that they need to eat at separate times? why can she hear and sense things he can't?
his question comes about an hour after they've both returned from their respective meetings. they asked her the same thing; they always ask her the same thing. you've had time to get to know each other, they always point out, you should be at that level of comfort by now.
and it isn't that she doesn't want to, not really. seth is a very attractive man, and she trusts him as much as their situation allows. and she knows it's been on his mind, too. ( she showers first, in the mornings, and pretends she doesn't notice his problem while she goes to take care of her own. ) it's that they keep bringing it up that bothers her. it's something that they want them to do.
and that's the thing that feels the most wrong about this, even more unnerving than the dreams that plague them and interrupt their sleep. ( he's been in a few of hers, along with another taller, bespectacled man that she feels like she should know but doesn't. ) this is something that they want.
why? ]
No, they asked the same questions and gave the same lectures. [ she comes in from the bathroom, having just washed her face and wrists - the equipment they use to detect lies in their speech smells strongly and unpleasantly of rubber and plastic. she stands by the bed for a moment, watching him as he ( slightly ) adjusts his position on the bed. ]
Probably. And they'll probably be just as satisfied with this one as the last few.
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here we go, finally!!
Still, spending day in and day out with a beautiful woman had been enough to dull some of the animosity Seth felt towards Kisa, even if it never took away the feeling that something was wrong. The facility they lived in, the men in their pristine white coats, plastic badges, and over-hyped medical degrees always dismissed that concern when he mentioned. The same way they dismissed when he asked why he'd been made with a tattoo along his arm or scars in various places. All they said, all they ever said was the same thing.
You and Kisa were made for each other.
That didn't mean they acted like it, though. No, in the suite they shared, the two of them kept a safe distance from one another more often than not. As the months trickled past, they'd started moving past barriers they'd put up in the beginning. They talked casually here and there, had never had an issue with nudity, recently started sleeping in the same bed, and when it came to the more emotional aspects of their relationship, they'd managed to get to the point where one of them would wake up in the middle of the night and the other would do the same. Offer some bit of concern or attempt to ease the other back to sleep. It was "progress".
After a long day of talking about that progress with one of those lab coat wearing lunatics, Seth was stretched out on his back across the bed. His legs dangled over the edge, one bare foot tapping the soft carpet as he stared thoughtfully at the ceiling. They'd asked a lot of questions, mostly about Kisa, about how they were progressing. And his answer was always the same. They were working on it. They'd probably always be working on it. )
They asked why we haven't started banging like rabbits yet. Again. ( Seth announced at the sound of Kisa moving elsewhere in the room, not bothering to sit up from where he was laid out.
It was a valid question, he knew. One he'd asked himself more than a few times, especially in the moments when he caught sight of her bare skin, felt the weight of the mattress dip beside him when they settled in for the night. Hell, most mornings he woke up with a raging hard on pointed right in her direction, and it took everything he had not to ask if she was interested. Most days, her usual demeanor said she wasn't. And honestly, Seth wasn't sure he could take that kind of rejection when they spent this much time together. )
They ask you any new and exciting questions or is it about time we came up with some excuse to satisfy inquiring minds? ( Finally, his head popped up from the mattress just enough to slide one arm behind it as the other one dropped across his abdomen lazily, plucking at the fabric of his tanktop. )
worth the wait!
it's not anything to do with him, not really. he's in the same position she is, and it's uncomfortable for them both. nothing about their situation or what they've been told feels right or true. why was he made with scars when she doesn't bear any? why are their dietary needs so different that they need to eat at separate times? why can she hear and sense things he can't?
his question comes about an hour after they've both returned from their respective meetings. they asked her the same thing; they always ask her the same thing. you've had time to get to know each other, they always point out, you should be at that level of comfort by now.
and it isn't that she doesn't want to, not really. seth is a very attractive man, and she trusts him as much as their situation allows. and she knows it's been on his mind, too. ( she showers first, in the mornings, and pretends she doesn't notice his problem while she goes to take care of her own. ) it's that they keep bringing it up that bothers her. it's something that they want them to do.
and that's the thing that feels the most wrong about this, even more unnerving than the dreams that plague them and interrupt their sleep. ( he's been in a few of hers, along with another taller, bespectacled man that she feels like she should know but doesn't. ) this is something that they want.
why? ]
No, they asked the same questions and gave the same lectures. [ she comes in from the bathroom, having just washed her face and wrists - the equipment they use to detect lies in their speech smells strongly and unpleasantly of rubber and plastic. she stands by the bed for a moment, watching him as he ( slightly ) adjusts his position on the bed. ]
Probably. And they'll probably be just as satisfied with this one as the last few.