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storypaint) wrote2010-07-21 09:03 am
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[Wish] no words for hate and a million words for love (Kokuyo/Hisui)
Title: no words for hate and a million words for love
Fandom: Wish
Length: 370 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
clampkink: Wish, Kokuyo/Hisui, Hisui riding Kokuyo
Pairing: Kokuyo/Hisui; Shuichiro/Kohaku mentioned
Other: R for sex. By the conventions of the Tokyopop translation, I am referring to Hisui with female pronouns and Kokuyo with male pronouns.
Excerpt: Hisui chuckled, low in her throat, and Kokuyo reached up with both hands to brush her hair out of her face. He left his hand there on her cheek, thumb right under her eye, fingers tangled in her long hair.
Hisui chuckled, low in her throat, and Kokuyo reached up with both hands to brush her hair out of her face. He left his hand there on her cheek, thumb right under her eye, fingers tangled in her long hair. She was riding him, but slowly, patiently, like the wind rippling water. Hisui never rushed; she was always considering, precise, certain in her movements. The only chance she'd ever taken was her choice to be with him. He had the impression that she'd never even thought of it as a chance. They'd simply collided, angel into demon, hearts into each other, and she let their relationship happen. Hisui was a reed: she bent with the wind.
Even now, her breathing was measured, not fast. She grabbed one of his wayward hands and pressed a kiss into his palm. Then she placed his hand on her chest. He teased across sensitive skin. She sighed and smiled at him, her skin bright with sweat.
They said nothing to each other; enough had been said. Here they were, lying on the tatami in a gruff man's house, children of two kingdoms adopted by a third. It was a decision they could not regret, even if it caused pain to others. Selfishness - it made them less divine. But love was always a bit selfish. In the light slanting through the slats of the door, Kokuyo could see the sheen of her wings. They didn't glow anymore, perhaps, but they were still beautiful. She arched them up and shut her eyes when she came, her rhythm hardly faltering. With delicacy, she leaned forward and kissed his right eye. He tasted the delicate column of her neck and spent himself inside her, clutching roughly at her hips. There they lay for a moment, bodies warm against each other, before he tugged at her arm and body, resting her head against his chest. The son of Satan liked to cuddle; the thought always brought a smile to Hisui's lips.
Outside the birds sang; outside Kohaku took baby steps toward understanding the burning in her heart.
Inside, Kokuyo and Hisui napped, her wings a blanket over them both.
Fandom: Wish
Length: 370 words
Prompt:
clampkink: Wish, Kokuyo/Hisui, Hisui riding Kokuyo Pairing: Kokuyo/Hisui; Shuichiro/Kohaku mentioned
Other: R for sex. By the conventions of the Tokyopop translation, I am referring to Hisui with female pronouns and Kokuyo with male pronouns.
Excerpt: Hisui chuckled, low in her throat, and Kokuyo reached up with both hands to brush her hair out of her face. He left his hand there on her cheek, thumb right under her eye, fingers tangled in her long hair.
Hisui chuckled, low in her throat, and Kokuyo reached up with both hands to brush her hair out of her face. He left his hand there on her cheek, thumb right under her eye, fingers tangled in her long hair. She was riding him, but slowly, patiently, like the wind rippling water. Hisui never rushed; she was always considering, precise, certain in her movements. The only chance she'd ever taken was her choice to be with him. He had the impression that she'd never even thought of it as a chance. They'd simply collided, angel into demon, hearts into each other, and she let their relationship happen. Hisui was a reed: she bent with the wind.
Even now, her breathing was measured, not fast. She grabbed one of his wayward hands and pressed a kiss into his palm. Then she placed his hand on her chest. He teased across sensitive skin. She sighed and smiled at him, her skin bright with sweat.
They said nothing to each other; enough had been said. Here they were, lying on the tatami in a gruff man's house, children of two kingdoms adopted by a third. It was a decision they could not regret, even if it caused pain to others. Selfishness - it made them less divine. But love was always a bit selfish. In the light slanting through the slats of the door, Kokuyo could see the sheen of her wings. They didn't glow anymore, perhaps, but they were still beautiful. She arched them up and shut her eyes when she came, her rhythm hardly faltering. With delicacy, she leaned forward and kissed his right eye. He tasted the delicate column of her neck and spent himself inside her, clutching roughly at her hips. There they lay for a moment, bodies warm against each other, before he tugged at her arm and body, resting her head against his chest. The son of Satan liked to cuddle; the thought always brought a smile to Hisui's lips.
Outside the birds sang; outside Kohaku took baby steps toward understanding the burning in her heart.
Inside, Kokuyo and Hisui napped, her wings a blanket over them both.