Excerpt from the fanfic I'm writing but only the Good Part bc Valentine's Day
All solely fluff tho ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
“...sorry,” he practically whispered. “Didn't mean to hurt you.”
He closed his eyes, leaning forward until his cold forehead was resting against yours. Even though you still felt residual irritation, it was hard to stay mad at him when his eyes were so sad.
You sighed, closing your eyes. The cold from his metal skin was constant, a steady reminder of him even when your eyes were shut. You wanted to. So badly you wanted this all to work out somehow. Even though you knew it never would.
“Moon…”Before you could even move to pull away, his hands were already stuck to your skin, anchoring you in place. His fingers pressed against your cheeks firmly, tilting your face ever so slightly.
“No, no, no. Please. Just a second. A second longer.”
You grimaced, disapproval weighing your expression down. You never could turn him down. And of course this wasn't any different.
“Princess.” His tender murmur of your name turned your gaze to him once again. One of his hands slid lower, thumb brushing along your bottom lip. It was the lightest feather touch you’d ever felt. He traced its outline before pressing it in the center, sending tingles with every subtle touch.
You felt him turn, leaning towards you. You were aware of every pump of your heart. Soon you were so close his lips brushed against yours.
“We can't…” It was hard to tell if you said that for his benefit or yours.
“One. Only one.”The cold metal against your skin seemed to do a heat transfer, bringing a slight shiver in your nerves. You felt your bottom lip caught between his, only the slightest bit of pressure on this chaste kiss. He pressed a bit harder in a tender caress
.You let him linger a moment longer before pulling back. He didn't leave much, if any, space between the two of you, lips still practically on top of yours.
You opened your mouth to mumble some reminders about your situation but the words died on your tongue. You couldn't deny how badly you want to kiss him again.
“One more,” he whispered, meeting you once again.It was unfair how smooth his skin was. While you dealt with blemishes and dry skin, he was always perfectly maintained. Never had to even wash his face.
He pressed against you a little bit harder, hands splayed on your back and the back of your head to stabilize you. His lips sought yours like he was dying of thirst in a desert.
It started to make your head get dizzy, a tingling sensation down your spine. The most addictive euphoria flooded from your chest to every nerve in your body.
It left you craving more.
You kissed him back, a little too hard when you felt your teeth pressed against your lips. This was not as easy as you thought it would be. But Moon didn't seem to mind, pulling you so close that your chest was flush against his.This time you were the one to remember breathing, taking in ragged breaths to try and satiate your burning lungs. He didn't stop there, however, lips gently nudging yours and planting the occasional tiny kiss.
“Moon…” Your voice was more sad than breathless, a reminder of how this couldn't happen. “You promised.”
He dropped his head, letting his forehead rest against your shoulder. There was incoherent grumbling and his fingers nestled into the fabric of your dress like he still couldn't bear to let go. “Should have just hid you from Sun. Not like he was necessary.”
The pouty words made you laugh, a patch of sunshine in your stricken heart. “You don't know the first thing about dresses. I doubt you could have helped me with half the human maintenance I need every day.”
“Could have dressed you like a boy. Who cares? Wouldn't be anyone to see.”
“You wouldn't have known how clothes for a boy work either. Besides, I like looking pretty.” You teased him, placing your hand over the back of his head.
“You always look pretty.” His grip tightened, burying his face deeper against your skin like a bashful school boy.
“Mhm. You do too, Moon.” His mechanical ticking sped up considerably. Your hands traced circles on his back as you let out a small satisfied hum.
You stuck to the shadows, trying to be as quiet and as invisible as you could while making your escape. It wasn’t hard to know where the blind spots in the garden were, considering you’d spent your whole life walking its paths. Even your bare feet didn’t suffer so much as a scratch because all the brick tiles remained the same and the plant life maintained. Your heart beat like a hummingbird in your chest as you inched closer to the exit. This was the furthest you’d ever gotten.
Of course it didn’t last long, though. The loud clang of the bell rang throughout the castle, startling birds into the air. Your headstart was over. Sun had found the fake in your bed. Eschewing the careful pace, you broke into a run, still following along the hedges.
“Princess is trying to escape! Princess is trying to escape!”
You mentally curse Sun’s panicked voice, even louder than the bell. As if his counterpart could miss either sound.
Already you heard the rustle of leaves and a figure moving so fast he cut through the wind. Although you knew the sound he was making was for your benefit. He wanted you to know he was closing in on you.
The gate was only a few feet away. You gripped the key tight in your palm. It had been difficult getting it from Sun without him catching on. Even so, you pressed the key to your lips, whispering a prayer before sending it sailing towards the gate. The figure screeched to a halt, seeing the key but no human with it. You could hear the gentle mechanical ticking of his gears as he worked out the scene before him. You had always tried to escape through the gate before. He couldn’t have expected you’d go a completely different way.
The walls of the garden were impossibly high. At least three times a tall man’s size and you were definitely nowhere near tall. You pull out the rope pieces you knotted into one long one, each cut off from a different section of the castle. You don’t doubt that if you’re caught, you won’t be allowed around any ropes anymore. You tie the end around a loose brick you procured, grunting with effort to try and throw it at the top.
You missed. Once. Twice. But on the third it caught along the edge. You gave it a few tugs. Solid. You just hoped it would continue to hold your weight.
The wall surface was rough, the rocky texture biting into your bare skin and the rope chafing your palms. You grunted from the effort, sweat sticking to the back of your dress. This was much harder than you’d imagined it to be. Progress was slow, each step up taking every muscle until they began to ache.
You could hear Sun’s wailing voice and saw a couple rays extending through the garden as he ran through, begging you to be careful. You were only halfway up the wall. Clenching your jaw, you tried to move faster, adrenaline masking the pain. If you could just make it a little higher. Just enough to see over the wall and the world beyond your castle.
Your dress was too hot. It stuck to your skin and got in the way. If you had time to take it off, you would have. The sky inched closer and closer. You dared not look at the ground. If you lost focus, a fall from this height might kill you. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to imagine how you’d look, splattered against the garden path.
Immediately you regretted closing your eyes when two hands grabbed you under your arms, pulling you away from your rope.
Moon held onto you like you were still a child, scaling down the wall with a miniscule amount of effort. “Nope. Nice try.”
You cross your arms as he sets you down, recalling his grapple hook and cord back to his hip. If only you had something like he did, you would have been over the wall by now. “How long did it take you to figure out the key was a diversion?”
The mechanical man was as calm and unaffected as ever. “Two [seconds]. Wanted to give you a headstart.”
Groaning, you faked punching his arm. “So I still never had a chance? I just wanted to see past the garden.”
Moon was unaffected by your feigned assault on him, only gently holding your wrists to stop you from punching him. If anything, you would end up hurting yourself before you ever made a mark on him.
“Liar,” he said. “You wanted to go beyond the wall. Too dangerous.”
You dropped your forehead against his chest, grumbling about how you should have planned even more carefully than you had. Your tender moment of annoyance gets cut short when a pair of hands spun you around.
“There you are, Princess! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Sun scanned your face while his hands feel along your shoulders, hands and jaw. He gave up on the inspection to pull you into a bone crushing hug. “I’m so so so sorry I wasn’t here sooner! There were a lot of hazards in the garden that slowed me down.”
Moon gave you a pointed look as you did your best to avoid his gaze. “Sorry. Those were supposed to be for Moon.”
You swore he hid a chuckle behind his hand right as Sun let go of you. Despite how overactive and hypervigilante Sun’s worry about you was, he wasn’t much of a threat. He tended to fall for your diversions easily. If he was worried enough about you, he wouldn’t even pay attention to his surroundings and could get slowed down by anything you put in his way. And without Moon’s ability to fly around and scale walls with his grappling hook, he probably wouldn’t catch you as fast. There’s no doubt in any of your minds that if Moon hadn’t been here, you already would have made it past the garden.
“You know it’s too dangerous to go past the garden,” Sun told you for what must have been the thousandth time.
“I know.”
“We’re only trying to keep you safe, Princess.”
“Yes, I know.”
“You could end up getting yourself killed if you don’t listen to us!” So they said.
You shot Moon an annoyed can you believe this guy look as Sun continued on the lecture he’d been giving you for years. Although Moon had never outright said anything, it was obvious he didn’t believe in babying you as much as his counterpart did. Even so, Moon folded his arm. “Didn’t think your escape plan through. Hm? Not a strong rope. Not a heavy brick. You escape, you try to climb down…” He yanked on the rope, pulling the brick down as it smashed into the ground, pieces scattering everywhere. “Princess pancake.”
As disturbing a thought that was, it still couldn’t satiate the curiosity and desire you had to see the world beyond. You grimaced but knew there was no point in bringing it up. You would be told the same thing as always.
Sun turned back to fussing over you, adjusting your wrinkled dress and trying to find any damage. He did the equivalent of a gasp when he saw your irritated palms. “Just look at your hands! Oh, this won’t do, it won’t do, it won’t do. We need to get you fixed up right away.”
He began steering you towards the castle again, chattering up a storm about all the things he’d need to do. You had to crane your neck to look back at Moon, giving him a begging look to save you. Instead he smiled wider, giving you a wave with a wiggle of his fingers as he left you to your nagging fate. Sun gasped.
