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storypaint) wrote2009-01-11 12:14 am
storypaint) wrote2009-01-11 12:14 am
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Steel (Eriol & Sakura gen)
Title: Steel
Length: 218 words
Prompt: music meme: 05. "We Both Reached for the Gun," Chicago soundtrack
Pairing: Eriol and Sakura gen
Other: Spy AU.
Excerpt: She'd liked his smile. But skulls always smiled, didn't they? Perhaps she should think of him as already dead. That might make it easier.
Sakura glanced at him. He smiled. She'd thought when he first transferred into the office that it was a smile she couldn't trust-- though she wanted to. She really had. He was a very kind man, sending flowers to her cubicle.
But there was the gun in-between them. It wasn't one of hers, which were slim and practical. It was a larger gun, the pistol glittering there on the bed where he had dropped it carelessly. And no matter how his mouth smiled, his eyes were focused.
Sakura's fingers didn't twitch-- though they wanted to. Even a hint of movement and he would be reaching for the gun. He'd get there first. She couldn't afford that. She couldn't afford being in this situation at all, really. Her slight negligee hadn't afforded anywhere to hide weaponry, even the small dagger she generally had tucked at the curve of her spine. She hadn't expected...
She'd liked his smile. But skulls always smiled, didn't they? Perhaps she should think of him as already dead. That might make it easier.
Her fingers didn't twitch. She cleared her throat, sounding loud in the darkness. His glasses flashed and she leapt, scrabbling for steel still warm from his body heat.
Length: 218 words
Prompt: music meme: 05. "We Both Reached for the Gun," Chicago soundtrack
Pairing: Eriol and Sakura gen
Other: Spy AU.
Excerpt: She'd liked his smile. But skulls always smiled, didn't they? Perhaps she should think of him as already dead. That might make it easier.
Sakura glanced at him. He smiled. She'd thought when he first transferred into the office that it was a smile she couldn't trust-- though she wanted to. She really had. He was a very kind man, sending flowers to her cubicle.
But there was the gun in-between them. It wasn't one of hers, which were slim and practical. It was a larger gun, the pistol glittering there on the bed where he had dropped it carelessly. And no matter how his mouth smiled, his eyes were focused.
Sakura's fingers didn't twitch-- though they wanted to. Even a hint of movement and he would be reaching for the gun. He'd get there first. She couldn't afford that. She couldn't afford being in this situation at all, really. Her slight negligee hadn't afforded anywhere to hide weaponry, even the small dagger she generally had tucked at the curve of her spine. She hadn't expected...
She'd liked his smile. But skulls always smiled, didn't they? Perhaps she should think of him as already dead. That might make it easier.
Her fingers didn't twitch. She cleared her throat, sounding loud in the darkness. His glasses flashed and she leapt, scrabbling for steel still warm from his body heat.