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The annoying ringing of the alarm bounced around the walls until it reached the ears of the soldier tucked in bed, covered by the softness and heaviness of the multiple antique coverlets that protected him from the rough winter. An annoyed groan rumbled from the man’s throat as the loud sound pierced his unaccustomed morning eardrums, cursing his past self for making such a foul decision like this one. His body was accustomed to get up at the same hour, because a meeting was important didn’t ment he had to torture himself like this.
Obligated, Sergei stood up from his protective casket, being hitted immediately by the coldness of the room, shivers running down his spine as his hair follicles made the body hair stand as a reflex. Though he was used to the cold ambience, today was freezing, the snow hitted his closed window with soft thuds and the daylight that peaked through the curtains was as dark as midnight. Usually days weren’t this gloomy.
With a soft hit on top of the clock, it shutted up immediately, filling Sergei with relief as he enjoyed the peaceful silence in the room, looking at the outside with a tired look on his face through the burgundy curtains. Tundra.
Did he really have to go out? Is it worthy?
The weather was horrible and it was six o’ clock in the morning. Why on earth did he think it was a good idea to accept a meeting today with his boss...on a sunday? Sure, supposedly his boss had no more time to do it and was important, but Sergei’s time was more precious than that.
…So demanding too. Not even the White Angel of Death can escape bossy superiors.
Sergei sighed tiredly as he looked down at the clock, seeing that twenty minutes had passed already in the blink of an eye, filling the soldier with nuisance. He just woke up and already had to get himself in the shower before it became too late on a cold sunday. Whimsical.
…Sweet.
Beautiful. His eyes drifted from the boring clock to the framed photo that rested on the night table. It was a simple scenario; a sweet spring day, May 11th, his birthday nonetheless, accompanied by his lover that planned a little picnic for the both of them to enjoy. Even if he wasn’t someone that liked to stay outside, the memory of the lovely moment lingered in his mind as one of the times where he felt the happiest, immortalized in a photo of them both shyly leaning against each other, his Jane smiling brightly like always while he timidly showed vulnerability with a content expression.
His calloused hands grabbed the wooden frame to look better at what he considered one of the most valuable things he had. Just seeing the image made him relive the scene, slowly warming up Sergei’s body and making his chest feel tight, tickling his rapidly beating heart. The tip of his fingers tapped the corners fastly and with an unusual giddiness, like if a hidden energy was trying to escape from his body. Something he just experienced with her.
The cold goosebumps going up his spine awakened him from his happy fantasy, the dimly lighted room bringing his mood and energy down.
He missed her. She always was a sun in the middle of the room.
What he wished the most now was to see her, have her near, feel the warmth of her rough hands on his face and have her small frame in between his arms. without noticing, he seemed to forget completely about his unwanted responsibility and instead, his ear was glued to the phone, hoping for her to pick up and hear her sweet voice before going to work.
The phone beeped and beeped for what seemed to be an eternity...until the call just cutted. She didn’t respond.
Sergei was disappointed, but quickly thought that maybe Jane was doing more important things, usually she gets called on weekends to do extra work for G-Corp, though he always insists that she shouldn't work extra hours like that, it wasn’t good for her health- it wasn’t good for her in general, but it also seemed that Jane just couldn’t say no.
Jane. She was always soft and sweet, he still remembers when they both met years ago. In a dark moment in his life where he didn’t have much objectives anymore, just obey orders, complete them to perfection, train, sleep. A cycle of monotony that was wearing him down quicker than what he had anticipated, not even having the energy or care to enjoy his past hobbies that let him escape a bit from the formality of his job.
And he was okay with that. After all, he is just a soldier, a weapon of his country, that is what he was supposed to do, just stick to it until he reached the maximum age or passed away. His parents seemed to be proud of him, the only thing that kept him from completely numbing, knowing that the only ones that loved him were happy with their child.
What was he even thinking about? Obviously his parents would have been proud of him even if he was a jobless musician. But he just always felt…different, unloved, unaccepted by others.
Always the silent weirdo, always the one alone, tough and scary that no one wanted to know whatever was hiding The White Angel of Death inside his twisted mind. Who really was he? Everyone thought they knew everything of his life, but no one really put the time in to actually go and talk to him.
“H-Hi!…Can I sit here with you?”
Until she came into his life. At first, just work partners, she made the robots, he commanded them, very simple, it shouldn’t go any further than that, it wasn’t on Sergei plans, work is just work. However, no matter how many times he tried to convince himself of that, his heart just started to betray him.
Jane was just…so open. She didn’t mind that he didn’t communicate verbally like others, instead, she accepted it and was the most passionate transmitter everytime they sat together for lunch, dinner or breakfast. He loved to hear her every time, no matter if she talked about her last update on Jack or just how her tooth hurted, everything was entertaining, interesting, she had a catching and fun way with words. Her enthusiasm, her tone, her intelligence…she just got him hooked, trapped in these feelings he just couldn't ignore.
His days became brighter every time he looked at her, not being able to contain the dreamy sighs that escaped from his lips. For him, she was just perfect, no one understood him better than her, he has never felt more comfortable and happy with someone that weren’t his parents. She was special.
Remembering all those feelings just brought Sergei nostalgia; happiness, love, fear. Rejection, he thought about it everyday, almost as if he knew it was happening, even if there wasn’t any signs of her wanting to get away from him. He just didn’t think he was good enough for her, a sunlight like her needed someone that gave her actual love. How dumb he was.
Love, How do one show? Saying I love you? He was the most obvious even if not a single word came out of his mouth. Everyday he made her coffee, the exact coffee she loved to perfection, he remembered everything she said, he reminded her of important things, his eyes shined every time he saw her, his head tilted to the side when she used a new lipstick, he noticed when something was wrong, he knew her interests and gave her gifts knowing it. Things he wouldn’t do with anyone else.
He loved her, his feelings were deep enough to swim in…and she knew it when she opened her heart to him and told him to come in.
If he could, he would be at her side forever, in any shape or form, loving her, protecting her, enjoying life with her. Right now, how much he misses her kisses, her hugs, her leaning weight, no matter how many times he was bombarded with them, they were never enough, never too much.
Sergei’s love fantasy was suddenly popped by the sudden cold feeling of the doorknob on his hand, not noticing that he was already bathed, fixed and wearing his neat uniform, ready to face work and his annoying boss that is probably going to scream at him again for getting late. What a harsh reality hit, he couldn’t even take his time to make himself some breakfast, just hoping the reunion was short and quick.
As he stepped out of his room, he noticed that something wasn’t like always, there was something different that he couldn’t put his finger on, maybe it was just his imagination, but his suspicions were quickly confirmed when he heard the light rustling of metal cutlery.
Sergei’s senses were alert, like always at the presence of an anomaly, there was always the possibility that it was an enemy or a robber, it wasn’t the first time that happened. The air was heavy, his silent step made his way up to the kitchen, patting his chest and feeling the shape of the hidden gun inside the secret pocket of his jacket, in case he had to pull it out without hesitation.
However, Sergei stopped cold on his feet as the soft fragrance of fruits and sugar hitted his nostrils, a gentle note of cinnamon tickling his nerves and sending immediately a reaction to his mind of pure comfort, a blanket covering his slightly shivering body. He knew this smell, this sensation more than well, how happy it made him.
With the loud thuds of his feet, he followed the soothing smell , wearing a shine on his blue eyes as he looked inside the kitchen…finding her.
“Hm! Seryozha! I didn’t think you were awake! I wanted this to be a surprise and all that. I just wanted to spend some time with you, you know, sunday, no job- I said no this time when they called me! They really are insistent.”
Jane said with that cosy smile that got Sergei’s heart going faster and faster with every minute, his throat closing with excitement and the tip of his ears gaining a warm color that spread across his pale skin. The feeling of the house seemed to become hearten, like the coming of spring after a harsh winter. She was his shining star, his big sun that made him flourish into this better version of himself.
“Yesterday I made that pastry you liked so much, so I thought we could reheat them and eat them together as a breakfast! You like the idea? With all the work I had, I really needed a sweet punch…and a little thing that reminded me of you, we haven’t seen a lot with all the work we had…”
She said in a more calm and nostalgic tone of voice. She missed him deeply, she wanted to feel his peaceful presence again, after the loud machinery banging together and mechanical fans going off, all she wanted was a quiet day to enjoy, one where Sergei was present.
Her eyes were glued to Sergei, admiring his beautiful figure with a dumb smile carved on her lips, however, whole excitement wore off the moment she saw Sergei using his uniform, ready to go out. Feeling disappointed would be an understatement for Jane, even if she knew that there was a probability of that happening if she just showed up like that and knowing of Sergei’s responsible nature and commitment to work...She now was cursing her impulsivity.
“...You have to go somewhere? It's okay! You can bring one of the pastries to work if you want! J-Just let it heat a bit and-”
Her works were cutted by a heavy weight on her head and a strong pressure wrapping around her body from behind. The scientist’s eyes opened surprised, quickly melting at the gentle and strong grasp of her lover, her hand looking for Sergei’s one and holding it in a tight hand hold, feeling how Sergei’s gloved fingers traced the outline of her knuckles.
Jane felt Sergei's heart beating behind her back with force and his hot breath against her scalp, his nose buried in her blonde hair. Their bodies snuggled against each other, their minds drowning in the homely sensation that each other ignited in the other as their eyes were glued to the pastries spinning inside the microwave.
“...So, no work?” She whispered with a mellow voice.
“No.” He lied shamelessly.
She snorted, “Sure, sure…” Her heart warming at the raspy sound of his voice.
A smile creeped in Jane’s lips as she turned her head a bit, looking up at Sergei with those dreamy blue eyes. Immediately, Sergei caught the wish and leaned down to plant a deep and tender kiss on her rosy lips, his hand cupping her cheek and tracing the line of her jaw with his thumb. Even if the kiss ended rather quickly, Sergei leaned back down to peck Jane's lips with kick and energetic kisses, a lot of them for anyones liking, experiencing these shocks of build on energy yearning to be released as pure and unadultered affection.
The soldier quickly recomposed himself, stopping himself in case Jane wanted his exaggerated form of love to stop.
“...Too much?”
As soon those words left his lips, he felt a quick peck on his lips, shutting him up.
“Never too much.”