'bout to make some Harry/Luna, turn down for what.
It might have been the spur of the moment, the welling anticipation, curiosity, or braveness instilled by the palm wine from dinner. But Kida could not stop herself from asking her next question if she tried. She had to know the answer.
“Milo?” she ventured. He lifted his head as she sifted through the short, brown locks.
“Yes, Kida?” His stare was so focused, and loving. It burned her through.
“Is that all you want?” She held his eyes for so long, too long. Eons might have transpired before he moved, yet it was with swiftness that Kida’s mouth was softly covered with Milo’s and her hair undone by his roving hands.
The kiss was clumsy, sweet, everything that Milo was in one needing action. She let her fingers trail down his face and cup it tenderly. He groaned into her lips, continuing to savor her.
“Kida,” Milo managed between their entanglement. “I do want more. But not mine…to take. What I want needs offering.”
Kida ceased to kiss him, and he regarded her with dazed eyes and glasses askew. She giggled.
He loosened his grip in her snow-white tresses but moved his thumb over her cheek. His other hand was in a bolder place, about to reach her lower back.
“I have to tell you that the desire for more is mutual.”
Milo smiled, no shyness to be found. He understood her perfectly.
“That’s all that requires saying.”
“Verbally, yes. But then, as you said earlier…we’ve never needed words to communicate what we feel, do we?”
She gasped as that hand brought their chests together, and swept farther until resting upon her rear.
And grabbed far more roughly than Kida expected. The thrill was so enticing that tingles went off throughout her body.
Milo leaned his forehead against hers, humming deeply. “Now or…?”
“Would you rather wait until a more ‘convenient’ time?” She used the quotation marks that surface-residents did when being sarcastic. He loved how lovable Kida could be, even when heckling him.
His lips sought hers again, for a quick reminder of their flavor. One became two, two became five, and soon Milo had forgotten to answer as they blindly shuffled across the room toward her ornate bed.
“Is all you want to use me like an encyclopedia, to explain things to you you can’t understand? Are we not more than that, Milo?”
His eyes widened, and not because of her volume, but for the words she so passionately spoke.
“I’m sick of pretending that there is nothing here. If you do not care for me, why let me believe it?”
She turned away and hung her head, arms crossed dejectedly. “Why stay here.”
Milo strode across the room faster than he had ever moved, until he was standing slightly over her shoulder.
“Say it again, Kida.”
“Why stay here?”
“The part about…more than that.”
She glared quickly back at him, eyes like daggers.
“Going to translate that too?” were her venomous words. He deflated as she stalked further away from him.
It was going to take every ounce of his courage, determination and eloquence to convince her of what he felt.
She whirled to face him, in awe of her full name on his tongue. “Excuse me, Milo?”
“I want to tell you something.”
“Is it another—“
“Will you listen, please?” It was the first time he had ever gotten short with her, and Kida immediately took notice. When he was that riled it was difficult not to. The torches illuminated his breeze-ruffled hair, the stern and caring eyes that turned her upside-down. His broad shoulders rose and fell in a deep breath, and he stepped closer once again.
“Will you listen?” he repeated, clearly not giving up. Kida relented and let her hands relax at her sides.
“Yes. What do you wish to tell me?”
Milo cleared his throat and dug a hole into the marbled floor with his gaze. A flush overcame his face.
“We are more than that. You are. And I stay here not only because I care about Atlantis, but about you.”
Milo finally raised his eyes to hers, and he continued softly, “You are the reason I didn’t want to return to the surface. Nothing up there could make me as happy, Kida.”
Kida was absolutely floored. She was sure she blinked a thousand times before even a ‘Huh’ escaped her lips.
“Kida, I’m here for you. You’re not some treasure trove of knowledge to open and close.”
She closed her eyes and exhaled shakily. Oh, Milo…you strange, brilliant fool. All this time.
When Kida again took in her surroundings, it was to discover that Milo was gone. Until his large, calloused hands clasped her waist and his cheek met her hair. About to dissolve in a pile of happy tears, the queen cherished his touch like it were the last she would receive. After several moments of peaceful silence, he stammered, “I-is this all right?”
She hushed him and he gave his trademark shy nod, getting comfortable.
“You do care. So why do you act so distant…? Do I so unnerve you?”
“Actually, yes,” Kida felt him whisper, the timbre of his voice so much clearer. “The more I came to care, the tougher it was to be around you. Of course, me being me. I didn’t notice how you felt the same way. I didn’t expect you to.”
Kida was floored. “I thought that, perhaps you only viewed me as a queen, but not as your partner. Someone to share this with. I thought that I was mistaken to have those feelings.”
“No, no, Kida,” he murmured against her neck. His fingers followed the curve of her shoulders and squeezed them. “There are no words to describe how much I need you.”
She purred softly, and Milo let his lips brush along her pulse point for a second. He relished the contented sigh that followed.
“Since the beginning, we’ve never needed words to understand one another. Remember?”
He stroked the rain-soaked strands under his nose, inhaling plumeria and ocean, the hint of jasmine that melted him.
“Of course I remember,” Kida said indignantly, softly. “How afraid you looked. The confusion in your face. How you barely took your eyes away from mine.”
Milo kissed the top of her head, and turned her gently to face him.
“And how handsome you were.” Her eyes held a beautiful, mischievous glint, as they had then too.
At this he laughed sheepishly. “Hardly that, I must have looked like what the cat dragged in. You looked beautiful.”
“Oh, Milo…a cat?”
He forgot that those were not creatures of this subterranean world. “A furry four-legged…it’s an expression. Kida, you’re so wrong about what I want.”
He wove his arms around her midriff with a nervous grin. “What I’ve wanted.”
“Which is?” she whispered, shivering as Milo’s lips met her ear and his embrace tightened.
“To know you. To love you. As much as I can, and for as long as I can. Moh karod kagin.”
She almost fell at the sudden weakness in her knees, but he only held her closer.
“You’ve been so patient and me, so dense. I hurt you and I didn’t mean to.”
Kida slid her hands into his hair and buried herself within his arms. “I don’t know why I waited.”
“Perhaps because you thought I would come around to my senses. I’m glad for both.”
“‘cause they made us hate ourselves and love they wealth” hmm interesting words from past kanye to future kanye
"No, the next Nelson Mandela of the world is rotting in a jail cell tonight, just like Mandela nearly withered for 27 years on Robben Island. Or he is on someone’s terrorist watch list, or she is segregated and searched every time she travels through an international airport. Somewhere, government spies are reading the emails of the next Nelson Mandela. They are tracking his cell phone and listening to his calls, or monitoring her meetings with their undercover cops."