05-21-2010, 12:17 AM
My focus has been totally shot since school got out, so I fear for the consistency of this post. That, and the fact that I wrote it over an entire... day. Nnn, and this post is 666 words long. <<;
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The past and future really didn't mean much to him—the present was the only thing that really had any meaning. Sure, he believed that one's past shaped the person, but he never dwelled in it. Obsessing over the past brought on things like depression, vengefulness, and all other things that interfered with a soldier's mindset. The future meant less still—something that he never bothered to worry about. Snake thought that whatever would happen, would happen; it was exactly what he might have thought about this situation a few weeks ago, or about the war before it started. This had definitely been trouble earlier in his first few months in Inferni—back then, he had said his loyalty would only go as far as it benefited him. It had taken several months, but now he knew and respected the members of his clan enough to truly want to be there, to defend them in war. Loyalty was something that had to be created in Snake, but now it was mostly default.
Digression aside, he hadn't really considered any insecurities of hers, especially regarding him leaving. Him wanting her was pretty much as far as his thought process went right now, which was why her words originally instilled a little confusion in him. Unlike many others, he did not pointedly fear commitment—he used to avoid it for safety issues, but recently his growing loyalty had undermined that. But as he considered it, things were surprisingly simple in his mind. So far, in seventeen months of life, she was the only one that made him feel this way, think this way. If he wanted her now, why wouldn't he later? No, commitment was not something that he feared, and at this moment it did not at all seem like a big deal. Of course, right now, the war seemed like a minor inconvenience in the rearview mirror—unfortunately the future would tell how it would all work out, and he had no foresight for such things.
No, he did not outwardly notice these insecurities, as he was not very perceptive in things like this. But he would have considered them outlandish—she was beautiful to him, and such qualities were not often bestowed on anyone n the coyote's mind. But the last word she said, that one stuck with him. Officially—what did that entail, officially? He wasn't sure and, quite frankly, he didn't care. He was up to agreeing with anything and allowing the future to happen as it would. A flush of heat spread across his back, fighting the misty afternoon, as her hand took hold of the back of his neck—enough to make him almost involuntarily take hold of her thigh. He knew that she expected answers (even though speaking was almost out of his range of ability at the moment) and he returned his face to hover over hers, searching her misted eyes as he replied, "Yes," to the first question—simply enough. He kissed her lightly, continuing to say, "Yes," to the second, kissing her again now with more passion before a final, "Yes."
Snake was generally not a very subtle person, and this was another facet of this—and it was enough of a struggle against his ingrained prejudice against any first move. But it was that concept of the past warring against hormones and desire, and those latter forces were winning. So as he brought his lips back to hers for a final time, he brought their bodies together at long last as well. For the briefest moment his mind froze—momentarily thrown off—but instinct overrode it quickly enough. He heard a lusty growl from the back of his throat (seeming totally involuntary) as he was overcome by the primal pleasure. He shifted his grip on her leg backward, bringing her impossibly closer as he allowed his movements to be driven by his body's cravings, as well as with careful attention to what would resonate with hers.
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The past and future really didn't mean much to him—the present was the only thing that really had any meaning. Sure, he believed that one's past shaped the person, but he never dwelled in it. Obsessing over the past brought on things like depression, vengefulness, and all other things that interfered with a soldier's mindset. The future meant less still—something that he never bothered to worry about. Snake thought that whatever would happen, would happen; it was exactly what he might have thought about this situation a few weeks ago, or about the war before it started. This had definitely been trouble earlier in his first few months in Inferni—back then, he had said his loyalty would only go as far as it benefited him. It had taken several months, but now he knew and respected the members of his clan enough to truly want to be there, to defend them in war. Loyalty was something that had to be created in Snake, but now it was mostly default.
Digression aside, he hadn't really considered any insecurities of hers, especially regarding him leaving. Him wanting her was pretty much as far as his thought process went right now, which was why her words originally instilled a little confusion in him. Unlike many others, he did not pointedly fear commitment—he used to avoid it for safety issues, but recently his growing loyalty had undermined that. But as he considered it, things were surprisingly simple in his mind. So far, in seventeen months of life, she was the only one that made him feel this way, think this way. If he wanted her now, why wouldn't he later? No, commitment was not something that he feared, and at this moment it did not at all seem like a big deal. Of course, right now, the war seemed like a minor inconvenience in the rearview mirror—unfortunately the future would tell how it would all work out, and he had no foresight for such things.
No, he did not outwardly notice these insecurities, as he was not very perceptive in things like this. But he would have considered them outlandish—she was beautiful to him, and such qualities were not often bestowed on anyone n the coyote's mind. But the last word she said, that one stuck with him. Officially—what did that entail, officially? He wasn't sure and, quite frankly, he didn't care. He was up to agreeing with anything and allowing the future to happen as it would. A flush of heat spread across his back, fighting the misty afternoon, as her hand took hold of the back of his neck—enough to make him almost involuntarily take hold of her thigh. He knew that she expected answers (even though speaking was almost out of his range of ability at the moment) and he returned his face to hover over hers, searching her misted eyes as he replied, "Yes," to the first question—simply enough. He kissed her lightly, continuing to say, "Yes," to the second, kissing her again now with more passion before a final, "Yes."
Snake was generally not a very subtle person, and this was another facet of this—and it was enough of a struggle against his ingrained prejudice against any first move. But it was that concept of the past warring against hormones and desire, and those latter forces were winning. So as he brought his lips back to hers for a final time, he brought their bodies together at long last as well. For the briefest moment his mind froze—momentarily thrown off—but instinct overrode it quickly enough. He heard a lusty growl from the back of his throat (seeming totally involuntary) as he was overcome by the primal pleasure. He shifted his grip on her leg backward, bringing her impossibly closer as he allowed his movements to be driven by his body's cravings, as well as with careful attention to what would resonate with hers.