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kinkfestTitle: Between Us
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Rating: R
Warnings: nothing.
Word count: 353
Summary: They're as sure of each other as they are of themselves, but there was still edges exercised.
A/N: This...turned out a little more fluffy than I feel strictly lines up with the prompt, I'm sorry -- but this is what came out.
Prompt: Rurouni Kenshin, Misao/Aoshi: biting, marking - It was hard to say who was more possessive.
His hands practically span the width of her waist.
Misao isn't fragile. She's a compact, dangerous weapon, and while Aoshi-sama may be ungodly good, in bed the playing ground is a little more even.
There are no intruders on their private space. Misao, who is the first to bristle and narrow her eyes at a covetously admiring gaze, knows this down to the bone. He may be beautiful and distant in public, but in private he's hers. In private Misao rolls him over, meets his dark, dark eyes and cups her palm over his heartbeat as she rides him, strong thighs flexing, hair sticking damp to her throat and shoulders, kissing him hungrily. They don't need words for the meaning to beat as strongly as the blood in their veins.
Aoshi is patient, and precise, and he learns the contours of her body and uses them with utmost precision. Misao is all energy and touches and mischief, arching her back and laughing breathlessly at the pleasure of it, at the joy. There's a little awe glowing in both of their eyes, still, at the touches they still almost can't believe they get to have. They know that they belong together in these private places. It's theirs and theirs alone.
But emotion has always been Misao's strong suit and Aoshi's weakness, and sometimes it overrides the logic. Sometimes someone brushes too close or Misao plays a sly mind-game that draws someone just a little too presumptuously near.
And because that's another side of them, a danger as natural as breathing, Misao leaves the marks of her teeth and blunt nails in his skin, and he holds her pinned and sets his teeth in her shoulder, where it will throb, decorously covered, and remind her of the weight of his body and the harsh groan in his throat.
It's hard to say who's more possessive. And if such things can be measured, and there is a clear ranking, it's kept as dark and sweet a secret as the way his breath stutters over her name and her hand fists commandingly in his hair when they come.
Author/Artist:
shiegraRating: R
Warnings: nothing.
Word count: 353
Summary: They're as sure of each other as they are of themselves, but there was still edges exercised.
A/N: This...turned out a little more fluffy than I feel strictly lines up with the prompt, I'm sorry -- but this is what came out.
Prompt: Rurouni Kenshin, Misao/Aoshi: biting, marking - It was hard to say who was more possessive.
His hands practically span the width of her waist.
Misao isn't fragile. She's a compact, dangerous weapon, and while Aoshi-sama may be ungodly good, in bed the playing ground is a little more even.
There are no intruders on their private space. Misao, who is the first to bristle and narrow her eyes at a covetously admiring gaze, knows this down to the bone. He may be beautiful and distant in public, but in private he's hers. In private Misao rolls him over, meets his dark, dark eyes and cups her palm over his heartbeat as she rides him, strong thighs flexing, hair sticking damp to her throat and shoulders, kissing him hungrily. They don't need words for the meaning to beat as strongly as the blood in their veins.
Aoshi is patient, and precise, and he learns the contours of her body and uses them with utmost precision. Misao is all energy and touches and mischief, arching her back and laughing breathlessly at the pleasure of it, at the joy. There's a little awe glowing in both of their eyes, still, at the touches they still almost can't believe they get to have. They know that they belong together in these private places. It's theirs and theirs alone.
But emotion has always been Misao's strong suit and Aoshi's weakness, and sometimes it overrides the logic. Sometimes someone brushes too close or Misao plays a sly mind-game that draws someone just a little too presumptuously near.
And because that's another side of them, a danger as natural as breathing, Misao leaves the marks of her teeth and blunt nails in his skin, and he holds her pinned and sets his teeth in her shoulder, where it will throb, decorously covered, and remind her of the weight of his body and the harsh groan in his throat.
It's hard to say who's more possessive. And if such things can be measured, and there is a clear ranking, it's kept as dark and sweet a secret as the way his breath stutters over her name and her hand fists commandingly in his hair when they come.
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