Archive of Our Own

Summary:

Something about it being secretive, a clandestine meeting tucked away from prying eyes sent heat pulsing through every hollow of my body.

At first I wanted you because you were beautiful.

Oh Lord, but you were beautiful.

The first time I caught sight of you in the darkness of the budding universe, starlight tangled in your hair, the brightness of creation shining in your eyes. How I had wanted you, there and then. The yearning possessed me, ached in my core, intruded on my thoughts. I passed the nights in my quarters, feeling every needling second as I waited for the appointed time to return to the stars beside you.

I could not say when the furtive glances and carefully incidental grazes began. I tried to deny the feeling, dampen the hope that there was a pattern behind the brief encounters. A side-effect of working in close proximity, encounters that were unavoidable and meaningless. Nothing more than happenstance, surely not borne from your desire. A friction, exciting atoms to emit heat, pleasant in the moment—how I burned for you—but chafing in the aftermath when you pulled away. And so I attempted to deceive myself.

Until you approached me for the first time.