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storypaint) wrote2009-08-13 03:01 am
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Lovebites (Kurogane/Sakura)
Title: Lovebites
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Length: 433 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
clampanonmeme: Sakura/Kurogane please? :) Can be fluffy or angsty.
Pairing: Kurogane/Sakura; small mentions of Syaoran/Sakura and Kurogane/Fai
Other: AU. R for explicit sex.
Excerpt: His hands crept over her as delicately as the brush of wind. If it weren't for her soft sighs one might doubt he was touching at all.
His hands crept over her as delicately as the brush of wind. If it weren't for her soft sighs one might doubt he was touching at all. His brow was furrowed-- adorably, she thought-- in concentration, and she lifted her hand to stroke his cheek.
He looked away, red eyes focusing sharply on anything but the smile on her face-- the coarseness of the bedclothes, the glow of her pale breasts, the dark bruise beginning to burn its way across her hip. He leaned down to kiss it as if it would go away if treated with tenderness. It had been his fingernails that had produced it, pressed sharply into her skin when her lips had danced across his abdomen and then down, further, to the cock that now pressed hard against his thigh, waiting.
"Kurogane-san," she breathed, voice hitching as his fingers slid down from her bellybutton to her center. Her thighs trembled and slid further apart. He pressed a finger into her, and then another. She mewled like a kitten. He coughed, still concentrating.
He'd been with women before this journey. He knew how to make them happy. He couldn't make the mage happy. No one could (except a boy long-dead, but Kurogane didn't know that, and it would have done him no good to know). He knew he couldn't make the kid happy.
He could make her smile. He could make her smile here and then sometimes when they were with the others, and maybe she wouldn't hurt so badly when she looked at the kid, trying to recover something she'd never get back. But he couldn't look at her smile, not right now.
"Princess," he breathed warmly against her neck. She pressed a kiss softly into his shoulder, but bit down with a cry when he slid into her. Kurogane made a mental note to make sure that the mage didn't see the mark when they changed for bed later.
He wasn't rough with her; he never was. His hands traced down her softening hips, across her small breasts, through her feathery hair. She sighed when she came, biting her lip for quiet, and he grunted not long after, spent.
He collapsed onto his side, breathing hard but careful not to land on her hand or arm. She kissed his forehead and climbed out of the bed, skin blushing in the dim afternoon light.
Kurogane sighed, shut his eyes, and wish that her smile wasn't so similar to Tomoyo's. He had too many promises to keep already.
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Length: 433 words
Prompt:
clampanonmeme: Sakura/Kurogane please? :) Can be fluffy or angsty. Pairing: Kurogane/Sakura; small mentions of Syaoran/Sakura and Kurogane/Fai
Other: AU. R for explicit sex.
Excerpt: His hands crept over her as delicately as the brush of wind. If it weren't for her soft sighs one might doubt he was touching at all.
His hands crept over her as delicately as the brush of wind. If it weren't for her soft sighs one might doubt he was touching at all. His brow was furrowed-- adorably, she thought-- in concentration, and she lifted her hand to stroke his cheek.
He looked away, red eyes focusing sharply on anything but the smile on her face-- the coarseness of the bedclothes, the glow of her pale breasts, the dark bruise beginning to burn its way across her hip. He leaned down to kiss it as if it would go away if treated with tenderness. It had been his fingernails that had produced it, pressed sharply into her skin when her lips had danced across his abdomen and then down, further, to the cock that now pressed hard against his thigh, waiting.
"Kurogane-san," she breathed, voice hitching as his fingers slid down from her bellybutton to her center. Her thighs trembled and slid further apart. He pressed a finger into her, and then another. She mewled like a kitten. He coughed, still concentrating.
He'd been with women before this journey. He knew how to make them happy. He couldn't make the mage happy. No one could (except a boy long-dead, but Kurogane didn't know that, and it would have done him no good to know). He knew he couldn't make the kid happy.
He could make her smile. He could make her smile here and then sometimes when they were with the others, and maybe she wouldn't hurt so badly when she looked at the kid, trying to recover something she'd never get back. But he couldn't look at her smile, not right now.
"Princess," he breathed warmly against her neck. She pressed a kiss softly into his shoulder, but bit down with a cry when he slid into her. Kurogane made a mental note to make sure that the mage didn't see the mark when they changed for bed later.
He wasn't rough with her; he never was. His hands traced down her softening hips, across her small breasts, through her feathery hair. She sighed when she came, biting her lip for quiet, and he grunted not long after, spent.
He collapsed onto his side, breathing hard but careful not to land on her hand or arm. She kissed his forehead and climbed out of the bed, skin blushing in the dim afternoon light.
Kurogane sighed, shut his eyes, and wish that her smile wasn't so similar to Tomoyo's. He had too many promises to keep already.
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