balanced
summary: The glass of the picture frame is a metaphor for our lives. I want it to shatter. - Crystal, remembering, and sweet surprises in the middle of the night. Gold/Crystal.
notes: short, sweet, and fluffy.
warnings: none, really. there's a bit of naughty thinking and implications
disclaimer: disclaimed.
It's been five long years since she last saw him.
Half a decade of pain and suffering, of work, and loneliness.
She stares at a picture of them, taken just hours before they'd said goodbye for the final time.
He had seemed so arrogant then, suave and smooth, energetic, and boisterous, yet cool and collected when pressured.
Looking back, she still can't tell if it was all an act.
He had called her Super Serious Gal. She doesn't know if he still would.
Once, she had asked him if he had any sense of seriousness at all. He'd smirked in his normal way.
"You've got enough as it is. I've gotta balance you out."
Balanced.
They had been. She had been loathe to admit it at the time.
She had been loathe to admit to anything regarding him.
She had thought they were too different .
She had been the researcher, he the breeder.
She indulges herself and wonders for a moment if he's still the best at breeding. She wouldn't mind doing some hands-on researching to see if that was true.
She laughs softly at her thoughts, how desperate she's become.
It's not every day that her longing is this bad. But it is night now, and she's alone in the lab, working.
He was always telling her to take a break.
Her finger strokes the outlines of him on the glass pane of the picture frame. It's separating them, as separate as they are now.
—
The front doorbell rings. Shaken out of her reverie and wondering who could possibly need to be at the lab at this time, she sets down the picture frame and goes to answer it.
She opens the door cautiously, expecting a hurt Pokemon needing emergency treatment, and an accompanying hysterical Trainer.
It's a pleasant surprise.
He's standing before her, looking only slightly travel-worn and weary, ebony hair falling into his golden eyes, now twenty-some years old. He looks matured, no longer exuding boyish glee and excitement out of every pore, but she can still glimpse the young boy she'd known. Her heart jumps at the way he's grown - she knows he's still every bit the suave charmer. At least, she hopes.
They stare at each other for a long moment, drinking in years of broken friendship and lost memories.
Then his face slides into the same smirk she'd known and has missed for so long, the one she'd thought about every day, the one that was the last thing her mind had conjured every night before she gave in to the dark waters of sleep, the one that haunted her dreams and her reality, his -
"Hey, Super Serious Gal."
She propels herself forward into his arms and kisses him full on the mouth, taking only a moment to appreciate how his voice has deepened and roughened.
He chuckles softly at her enthusiasm and she feels his mouth slide back into a smirk against hers.
And then finally, after a delay that seems like an eternity to her, he responds to her lips' urgent need, sliding an arm low around her hips and tangling the fingers of the other's hand in the back of her hair, guiding her against him.
His skill has only multiplied exponentially. She can barely hold in her moans as he starts giving her small lovebites down the length of her jaw.
She pulls him inside, the door slamming shut behind him as her hands work their way lower down his torso.
They don't bother to hold back any longer.
It's been five long years. They have a lot of catching up to do.
notes2: because they're too cute and need more love.
notes3: (i warned you it was short. and sweet and fluffy. i hold no responsibility for cavities)
notes4: reviews and favorites are golden.
notes5: (10/02 edit: changed format & summary)