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storypaint) wrote2006-08-21 02:13 pm
storypaint) wrote2006-08-21 02:13 pm
[Cardcaptor Sakura] Nocturne (Terada/Rika)
Title: Nocturne
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 662 words
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18coda: nocturne
Pairing: Terada/Rika
Other: PG-13 sex between a 16 year old and an older man.
Excerpt: She slipped out of the house when all became quiet, slinking through the streets to his house with the easy grace of a teenager. She smoothed down her dress before she lifted a finger to ring the bell, but he opened the door and caught her hand.
She slipped out of the house when all became quiet, slinking through the streets to his house with the easy grace of a teenager. She smoothed down her dress before she lifted a finger to ring the bell, but he opened the door and caught her hand.
Without a word he pulled her into the room, his mouth meeting hers fiercely. He picked her up and laid her down on the couch, his fingers tiptoeing across her pale thighs, her breath changing in response. A rustle of fabric and the dance began.
A few thick minutes later it ended and his fingers trailed softly across her skin, leaving fire in their wake. In turn, she ran her palms across his chest and face and legs, touching every inch of him that she could. She always felt as though she had to convince herself that he was real, that he was here with her, and she loved the feel of his warm skin under her hands. He smiled with enjoyment, lifting his head as her small fingers swept up under his neck, and then he picked her up again and took her to his bed.
The first time he had placed her in his bed she had protested, not wanting to dirty his sheets, but now they both found it hard to sleep in a bed without the comforting smell of each other. She tucked his pillow under her head and inhaled his musk. He pressed close to her and threw his arm over her waist possessively. The ring that had fit an eleven-year-old's hand perfectly hung now on a chain around her neck. He had said he would have it resized when they bought a wedding set.
Only a couple more years, she thought. He leaned over her to set the alarm for five o'clock. No one was out at five and it was when she would have to force herself to leave his warm, safe bed for her own. Her absence wouldn't be missed; it never was. Her mother slept too soundly for that. And if the reason she slept so well was that Rika put small amounts of sedative into the evening meal, well, it didn't hurt anyone. She'd been such a restless sleeper before. And her daughter could have what she wanted, or as close as possible, anyway, until she turned eighteen and it was safe to reveal themselves to the day.
For now, Sasaki Rika and Terada Yoshiyuki had the night, and the quiet jazzy darkness was enough.
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 662 words
Prompt:
18coda: nocturnePairing: Terada/Rika
Other: PG-13 sex between a 16 year old and an older man.
Excerpt: She slipped out of the house when all became quiet, slinking through the streets to his house with the easy grace of a teenager. She smoothed down her dress before she lifted a finger to ring the bell, but he opened the door and caught her hand.
She slipped out of the house when all became quiet, slinking through the streets to his house with the easy grace of a teenager. She smoothed down her dress before she lifted a finger to ring the bell, but he opened the door and caught her hand.
Without a word he pulled her into the room, his mouth meeting hers fiercely. He picked her up and laid her down on the couch, his fingers tiptoeing across her pale thighs, her breath changing in response. A rustle of fabric and the dance began.
A few thick minutes later it ended and his fingers trailed softly across her skin, leaving fire in their wake. In turn, she ran her palms across his chest and face and legs, touching every inch of him that she could. She always felt as though she had to convince herself that he was real, that he was here with her, and she loved the feel of his warm skin under her hands. He smiled with enjoyment, lifting his head as her small fingers swept up under his neck, and then he picked her up again and took her to his bed.
The first time he had placed her in his bed she had protested, not wanting to dirty his sheets, but now they both found it hard to sleep in a bed without the comforting smell of each other. She tucked his pillow under her head and inhaled his musk. He pressed close to her and threw his arm over her waist possessively. The ring that had fit an eleven-year-old's hand perfectly hung now on a chain around her neck. He had said he would have it resized when they bought a wedding set.
Only a couple more years, she thought. He leaned over her to set the alarm for five o'clock. No one was out at five and it was when she would have to force herself to leave his warm, safe bed for her own. Her absence wouldn't be missed; it never was. Her mother slept too soundly for that. And if the reason she slept so well was that Rika put small amounts of sedative into the evening meal, well, it didn't hurt anyone. She'd been such a restless sleeper before. And her daughter could have what she wanted, or as close as possible, anyway, until she turned eighteen and it was safe to reveal themselves to the day.
For now, Sasaki Rika and Terada Yoshiyuki had the night, and the quiet jazzy darkness was enough.