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Autore: Hermes    24/09/2016    1 recensioni
Mille parole o poco più sul concetto di magnetismo.
Find your law
[Questa one-shot fa parte della serie 'Steps']
Genere: Science-fiction, Slice of life | Stato: completa
Tipo di coppia: Het
Note: nessuna | Avvertimenti: nessuno | Contesto: Contesto generale/vago
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[26.09.2016 This story has been edited, polished and reposted]

Magnetism Laws
~ A ‘Vatican cameo’ of Steps

San Francisco’s International Airport can be a crowded but lonely place on Christmas Eve night.
In this particular night of which I want to tell you not many flights are arriving from the Old Continent apart from this one: American 107 from London LHR, 17.15 PM.
And that’s where my two mid-fifties people come into play: one's waiting and the other is coming out from the gate of the terminal.

What's so sensational, you ask me?
She just arrived from a good 16 to 20 hour-long flight in a cramped economy class seat.
Wi-Fi was, for the most part, dead for technical problems.
On top of that she’s certain to have caught something with the amount of aching in her bones.
All of this is nothing when you add it's half past two in the shitty morning and she will have to hail a cab for San Francisco proper before – at last!!! - getting into bed and sleeping through Christmas and New Years, preferably without waking up.
Yes, you could say she doesn't look up at the crowd waiting at the gate while pushing her luggage cart.

Out of the fenced area He quietly observes her with a smile that can speak for itself and inky eyes, lines of worry vanishing from his forehead.
He walks silently at her side for a bit before tapping a finger on her shoulder and that's when she looks up at last.
Her grey eyes met his and grow large, surprised.
“Thought you didn’t see me.” he comments amused.
“How...what...you’re here!”
“Yeeeep!” a boyish smile, arms enfolding her - winter coat and all - and a murmured whisper beside her black hair “Merry Christmas.”
Her hands automatically found his back, fingers clutching dumbly at the salt-peppered tweed of the wool jacket.
A soft short kiss searing her lips.
“I missed you.”
Those are very quiet words but, for him, it's like a yell for help.
No sarcasm in his voice, not even playfulness...he means it and warmth grows inside her chest.
“I thought you were off to the staff party tonight.”
“Always joking, aren’t you?” one of his pale brows arching comically.
She kisses his crooked smile this time “How’s traffic?”
“Bad. How’s London?”
Her silver eyes are slits now.
That bad, huh?” his hands move over her waistline in a soothing motion “It seems you put a stone on…due to your love for muesli yogurt, no doubt?”
“Now you’re being a jerk, L.”
“Never said I mind you chummier!” he winks “I confess I'm happy to finally see you again but I think it's time we go home.”
“Approved, rat.”
“However-”
“Traffic is baaaad.” she mimics with a sharp twist of her dark head.
Ja!” his German inflexion is atrocious, she snickers with him.
Meanwhile they have walked together to the exits of the terminal and the parking lot below.
He points his car keys and a pair of lights blinks in response not very far away.
She looks onward with poorly disguised amusement “Oh…I see Jag is still in the land of the living, then.”
“I like her.” he shrugs like it is no big deal.
“Yes, and yet you always moan about her.”
“Fair point…but I like her.”
She rotates her eyes with a little smile while he loads the luggage on the sleek white sports car.
“You know what, L?”
“Mmm?”
“I would kill for a burger.”
“At two in the morning?”
“A-ha.” she grabs gently at the lapels of his jacket while the hood clicks shut. She can’t stop touching him.
“You’re a woman after my own heart, Michelle.”
“Of course I am…but traffic is bad, professor.” she whispers, pouting the last phrase beside his ear in the somewhat cold and humid air.
His black eyes light up, fixed and warm and hungry.
“I’m pretty sure I can think of something…Miss Hervas.”
“That’s why I like you…practicality personified.” she pats him, nodding.
“Get in, and you’re welcome ma belle.” his crooked smile is so wolf-like it could seem a pinch sinister.
An hour later they have occupied a corner booth in an In&Out with bliss on their faces; the mighty fare consisting of a huge amount of oily chips, chicken nuggets for three and two enormous cheeseburgers, Cherry and Lime Cola’s and a banana split.
The teens on duty watched the only customers present with something akin’ to disgust for the amount of barbecue sauce the man was consuming with the chicken.
The late hour passed away talking about her days of European research and the brief visit in a number of facilities in Germany and Holland where the proclaimed discoveries resulted in less than nothing…her boss was not going to be amused.
He mostly listened and commented, the look in his eyes conveyed a sort of glad tranquility now.
They finally reached their loft close to four and she almost collapsed to sleep.
He really didn’t mind after so many months, the weight of her head on his breast and fingers curved over his bicep.
And Merry Christmas to you too, Linds Lagden.

Morning is a late affair.
But Michelle knows he’s already awake, perfectly still as to not disturb her.
She lifts her head up and, sure as the sun, he is watching her with the burning intensity of his magnetical waves.
Searing her, closing his eyelids.
Maybe you missed me but…
“I missed you.” her voice clear, factual.
His head gives a tiny nod.
“No, you don’t understand.”
He frowns with eyes still closed.
I. Missed. You.” she punctuates, sitting with deliberate slowness on him and squeezing his hands.
He doesn’t answer this time, he stares.
Wills colliding, unfolding between silver and black.
One moment of silence while the forces in game reach astronomical proportions and…
“I know. I’m glad you are home.”
She tilts her head, licking her lips “That’s a first.”
White, bony fingers moving to caress her face.
There are no rings, no actual promises but it is all there: inside those thin, highly compressed balls of ‘something’ that reside under both of their sternums.
Physics has little to no connection to feelings and yet he can’t ignore the strength of her living breathing being.
The power she has over their magnetically dynamic force field.
The way her presence - her touch - excites his twin little ball of energy into motion, starting vibrations in his hyperactive brain and forcing the production of endorphins.
He knows, she knows, the effect she has on him.
A man of few words, enamoured by her electromagnetism.

“Merry Christmas to you too, Ma Belle.”

Magnetism is dangerous.
The forces at play can be tiny as pinpricks and so grand that they can shatter the very universe we know.
Still true magnetism exists only where there is equilibrium.
A factor inert to every form of influence from the two polarities.
A finite number never given by circumstances.
For human beings magnetism is not eternal, or set in stone but if it finds you…
…you burn.

~~~

Per l’angolo del now-you-know alla Lagden:
Il Magnetismo – oltre ad essere una classe importante di fenomeni della Fisica a stretto giro con l’elettricità – esiste come campi magnetici fra metalli, non metalli ecc ma anche fra esseri ‘viventi’.
Alcuni organismi possono rilevare i campi magnetici, fenomeno chiamato ‘magnetocezione’.
Per esempio i chitoni (un tipo di molluschi marini), producono la magnetite per indurire i loro denti.
Il fatto più interessante – e scientificamente provato - è che noi stessi la produciamo in quantità in vari tessuti del nostro corpo.
Quindi sì, siamo calamite, ed ho questa teoria scema che - se siamo magneti - c’è un motivo per cui non tutte le persone ci attraggono nello stesso modo, alcuni addirittura vengono respinti!

Ah…ed ecco che sono di nuovo qui, senza davvero volerlo, con 'quasi' mille parole esatte. xD
Negli ultimi giorni sono assediata da un ‘bout’ di insonnia cronica ed il mio cervellino lavora in economy mode…questo si può considerare uno dei suoi parti.
Ovviamente siamo tornati nel mondo L&M in modalità futuro remoto, questa shot il Vatican Cameo del pacchetto fa parte della serie Steps, se vi piace il concetto vi consiglio di leggere la serie completa che si trova sul mio account! =)
Non ho postato in italiano perché ho avuto il lampo di genio in inglese ed francamente mi piace.
Ho letto il regolamento di EFP e non mi pare ci siano regole che limitino la pubblicazione di storie in lingue diverse dall’italiano, in caso contrario fatemelo presente.
Hermes vi saluta, augurandovi un buon weekend.

  
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