Subconscious Memory

by K.Wyse

It had been completely natural. As soon as he was through the front door, her peripheral vision had faded to black and all she could focus on was getting his shirt off of his back and on to her bedroom floor. They'd already had dinner and coffee but only that, and they were virtually strangers but Makoto could swear until she was blue in the face that Nephrite felt like he was as familiar to her as the air she breathed.

Later that night, after he had brought her to paradise repeatedly before satisfying himself, they had lain there breathing rapidly, trying to recover. Flashes of deja vu flickered like stars amidst the pounding of blood rushing through her head. Moments later though he had turned on to his side and propped himself up on one elbow, so that he could stare down at her resting form.

"You know, it's strange. I feel like we've met before this. Like we were close. Like we've done this before."

"Me too. It's kind of funny; I've got this great subconscious memory of places I've never been. Of people I've never met. Of tears I've never cried."

"Then we're fated."

"A red string connects us." She agreed, raising her body so that she could kiss him, and before long they were lost in the wonder of each other.