Rain

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For the Water challenge:
My first drabble.
My first fic in this pairing.
Possibly the end of life as we know it.



You wish it would rain.

You remember rain: dirty, grey coldness trickling down your neck, scouring your face. Damp lake-infused air. Winter snow. Autumn/spring fog. Summer sweat. You remember.

Above all, you remember the sweet wet taste of him, refreshing you, his mouth, cool as the North, wet and clean as snow against you, trailing down your sweat-slicked body, as rain sheeted against the windows.

You rub your dry eyes. Don sunglasses against the glare. Even inside, a tall glass filled with tinkling ice cubes beside you, the desert reaches in and sucks you dry.

You wish it would rain.