C x H Week 2024 Day 5: Time Travel
@senshixshitennouweeks super duper late but here it is. And it connects to my last CxH Terminator AU
Helios’s eyes cracked open. Not a sound. No gunfire, no whispers, no wind. No roar and clank of machine sentinels roving overhead for humans to sweep up and take to work camps.
For a moment, he wondered what was going on and then it all came rushing back to him.
The mission.
The trip.
The girl.
He wasn’t in his own time anymore. He’d never be in his own time again, the thought sinking over him like a weighted blanket.
As the grogginess of sleep left him, Helios became conscious of a warm, not unpleasant weight that rested on his chest.
A mass of thick bubblegum colored hair met his golden gaze and the previous night came crashing back into him.
He and his charge, the lovely Chibiusa, had performed the most intimate of actions that night. It hadn’t been planned. The weight of the mission had gotten to both of them and Chibiusa had requested he hold her.
Maybe it was the feeling of her (admittedly) curvy figure against him or the featherweight noises she made as he kissed every bit of exposed warm skin he could reach from her hairline down to the swell of her chest and further still.
“Helios?”
He hadn't even moved, hadn't made a sound, but still she had woken up and was now looking up at him with those ruby red eyes that moved something deep within his soul. Helios tightened his arms around her.
“I’m right here,” he said.
Chibiusa planted a kiss on his chin and rested her head back onto his chest. For a while, neither of them spoke, and Helios focused on her breathing. She was here, alive, and as long as that was the case his mission was successful.
Finally, Chibiusa broke the silence.
“What's it like when you go through time?"
Helios closed his eyes and tried to think of a way to articulate it. Articulate. That was a word he didn’t even know he knew, he almost chuckled.
“White light,” he finally said, "Pain.”
But neither of those seemed right. When he'd travelled backwards through time, his senses had been almost useless, unable to comprehend the information they were exposed through in that not-quite laser light show, not quite bad drug trip that he had been tossed end over end through, before finally landing on the hard concrete of an alleyway.
“It's like being born, maybe.”
As if sensing his unease, Chibiusa began a trail of kisses across his torso and down, her hand caressing him to help him forget the experience of time travel.













