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storypaint) wrote2009-04-08 01:22 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-04-08 01:22 pm
Silken (Eriol/Sakura)
Title: Silken
Length: 159 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: Eriol/any, with the picture prompt of Eriol and Clow holding Clow's robes
Pairing: Eriol/Sakura
Other: PG for sexual content
Excerpt: He lays her down on the coat and she just shivers. She wants to roll around in it, absorb him, absorb the Clow magic still in it. It's been such a long time since she's seen him.
He lays her down on the coat and she just shivers. She wants to roll around in it, absorb him, absorb the Clow magic still in it. It's been such a long time since she's seen him.
His lips are on her neck and he slides the fabric up and around after his mouth, following warmth with cool silk, making her shiver.
"Eriol-kun," she breathes, and then he kisses her, long and deep but gentle. His hand slips up under her shirt, still trailing cool silk, his thumb tracing the edge of her bra until she cries out softly in anticipation.
"Sakura-san," he replies, his breath in her ear. His other hand travels down her arm very softly, just a brush of fingertips.
"You could... ah," voice catching as he traces a lazy pattern over the sensitive skin of her wrist, "you could call me Sakura-chan."
"Of course," he mutters, kissing the corners of her mouth, and the silk rustles.
Length: 159 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: Eriol/any, with the picture prompt of Eriol and Clow holding Clow's robesPairing: Eriol/Sakura
Other: PG for sexual content
Excerpt: He lays her down on the coat and she just shivers. She wants to roll around in it, absorb him, absorb the Clow magic still in it. It's been such a long time since she's seen him.
He lays her down on the coat and she just shivers. She wants to roll around in it, absorb him, absorb the Clow magic still in it. It's been such a long time since she's seen him.
His lips are on her neck and he slides the fabric up and around after his mouth, following warmth with cool silk, making her shiver.
"Eriol-kun," she breathes, and then he kisses her, long and deep but gentle. His hand slips up under her shirt, still trailing cool silk, his thumb tracing the edge of her bra until she cries out softly in anticipation.
"Sakura-san," he replies, his breath in her ear. His other hand travels down her arm very softly, just a brush of fingertips.
"You could... ah," voice catching as he traces a lazy pattern over the sensitive skin of her wrist, "you could call me Sakura-chan."
"Of course," he mutters, kissing the corners of her mouth, and the silk rustles.
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