contact (D.Grayman, Cross/Rinali, R)
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kinkfestTitle: Contact
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shiegra
Rating: R/NC17
Warnings:
Prompt: - D.Gray-man, Cross/LeenaLee: hand job - curiosity
Word count: 232
His smoke curled in the air, languorous; Rinali drew in a lungful, her legs curled under her, and closed her eyes as it seeped and sang through her, heavy in her veins like a coiling snake. The sheets were smooth and rumpled beneath her, soft; the Generals received the best.
She remembers his slick skin, and the way he hissed when she tightened her grip, and the way his hand settled on her inner thigh, lazy and sure, as she leaned over him. Her hair curtained their faces, but did not spill over the pillows as it once would have. His mouth was damp, hers flushed and swollen. His grin was lazy and measuring, almost as he would look upon an enemy.
Her breath came shallow. He cupped her breast, thumb moving over her nipple, and his hips jerked into her hand. The hard pulse of pleasure it gave her to watch his mouth twist with release was intense and fast.
He offered her the cigarette, his eyes hooded with that eternal, inscrutable amusement. She shook her head, wordless; secondhand smoke was enough, just as only a firsthand death would do. He rubbed at her thigh, thumb calloused, and she leaned in and kissed the corner of his moouth, a polite goodbye.
She went out the window like a bird, simply so she could fall into the wind before she took flight.
Author/Artist:
shiegraRating: R/NC17
Warnings:
Prompt: - D.Gray-man, Cross/LeenaLee: hand job - curiosity
Word count: 232
His smoke curled in the air, languorous; Rinali drew in a lungful, her legs curled under her, and closed her eyes as it seeped and sang through her, heavy in her veins like a coiling snake. The sheets were smooth and rumpled beneath her, soft; the Generals received the best.
She remembers his slick skin, and the way he hissed when she tightened her grip, and the way his hand settled on her inner thigh, lazy and sure, as she leaned over him. Her hair curtained their faces, but did not spill over the pillows as it once would have. His mouth was damp, hers flushed and swollen. His grin was lazy and measuring, almost as he would look upon an enemy.
Her breath came shallow. He cupped her breast, thumb moving over her nipple, and his hips jerked into her hand. The hard pulse of pleasure it gave her to watch his mouth twist with release was intense and fast.
He offered her the cigarette, his eyes hooded with that eternal, inscrutable amusement. She shook her head, wordless; secondhand smoke was enough, just as only a firsthand death would do. He rubbed at her thigh, thumb calloused, and she leaned in and kissed the corner of his moouth, a polite goodbye.
She went out the window like a bird, simply so she could fall into the wind before she took flight.
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