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kinkfestTitle: Art Apreciation
Author/Artist: Veleda
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sex
Word count: 664
Summary: Clayman takes it upon herself to teach Himiko how to appreciate art.
A/N: The prompt was: GetBackers, Clayman/Himiko: restraints, handcuffs - "let your body go and your mind will follow"
Himiko shifts, and a shiver runs through her as her bare skin brushes against the crisp, cool sheets. The handcuffs chaining her to the bed clink softly.
“I thought that you were going to teach me about art appreciation,” she says curtly, not feeling entirely comfortable with her lack of mobility.
“I am,” Clayman replies languorously. “I can't just take you to a few museums and teach you a couple of terms. That's no way to understand art.”
“That still doesn't explain why I'm naked and handcuffed to a bed.”
Clayman chuckles softly and begins to dance her fingers along Himiko's stomach, towards her breasts. “If you want to stop, you only have to say so.”
Himiko shakes her her head. “No, I won't let you stop now that you've got me curious.”
Clayman nods, an amused smile on her lips. “Art, true art, is an experience. It gets inside you, fills you up, makes you feel alive. However, you have to allow yourself to feel it. You have to let yourself be open. Himiko, you're all closed up, unwilling to let anything or anyone in.”
“And this is going to help?” Himiko asks cynically.
“Let your body go and the mind will follow.” Clayman is calm and confident. She kisses Himiko gently. “Are you ready?”
Himiko thinks for a moment, then nods firmly.
Clayman smiles and begins to massage Himiko's breasts. “Feel everything, Himiko. The handcuffs are cold, aren't they? The sheets are just a little bit rough. To understand art, you have to first understand your senses.”
Himiko closes her eyes and does as she's told. She concentrates on the touch of the sheets, the feel of the metal. She's focusing so intently that it comes as a surprise when Clayman kisses the side of her throat. Ever so gently she takes the skin of Himiko's neck between her teeth and begins to nibble delicately.
“I'm not made of glass,” Himiko tells her, wriggling a little. “You don't have to be so gentle.”
“Well, in that case,” Clayman murmurs before biting down and sucking hard. Himiko moans. She'll have a mark tomorrow.
Clayman's hands continue to caress Himiko's breasts, while her mouth moves all over Himiko's body. She sucks on Himiko's thigh, then nips her shoulder. Himiko shudders. She wants to touch Clayman, stroke her skin, run her fingers through the other woman's hair. However, when she tries to move her hands, the sound of metal reminds her of her predicament.
Clayman chuckles, but she doesn't sound mean spirited. She moves her hand to caress Himiko's cheek and kisses her passionately on the mouth. “Let me take care of you,” she whispers into Himiko's ear. Her smile is sultry as she moves downward. She begins to kiss Himiko's leg, traveling slowly but steadily upwards. She pauses at Himiko's inner thigh, tasting her skin, salty with perspiration. Finally, she slips her tongue inside Himiko.
Himiko bucks and moans. Part of her desperately wishes that her hands were free, but another part of her whispers that things are perfect just the way that they are.
Clayman moves her tongue inside Himiko, first slowly, then quickly, alternating her rhythm. Through it all, she manages to steadfastly avoid Himiko's clit.
“I never... realized that you were... such a sadist,” Himiko manages to bite out between moans.
Clayman smirks. “Patience, dear,” she assures, her voice muffled. Her hands stroke Himiko's thighs.
Himiko growls. 'Screw patience.”
Clayman laughs. “Well, I'd hate for people to start thinking that I'd fail to satisfy a woman.” She takes Himiko's clit between her teeth and sucks gently but firmly.
Himiko snaps her head back and screams in wordless pleasure. She feels her body grow heavy, and she sinks into the bed.
Clayman is grinning widely as she unlocks the handcuffs. “So, do you feel more open?”
“A little bit,” Himiko answers, panting heavily. “But... I think that we'll need to try again tomorrow.”
Clayman sighs dramatically. “An artist's work is never done.”
Author/Artist: Veleda
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sex
Word count: 664
Summary: Clayman takes it upon herself to teach Himiko how to appreciate art.
A/N: The prompt was: GetBackers, Clayman/Himiko: restraints, handcuffs - "let your body go and your mind will follow"
Himiko shifts, and a shiver runs through her as her bare skin brushes against the crisp, cool sheets. The handcuffs chaining her to the bed clink softly.
“I thought that you were going to teach me about art appreciation,” she says curtly, not feeling entirely comfortable with her lack of mobility.
“I am,” Clayman replies languorously. “I can't just take you to a few museums and teach you a couple of terms. That's no way to understand art.”
“That still doesn't explain why I'm naked and handcuffed to a bed.”
Clayman chuckles softly and begins to dance her fingers along Himiko's stomach, towards her breasts. “If you want to stop, you only have to say so.”
Himiko shakes her her head. “No, I won't let you stop now that you've got me curious.”
Clayman nods, an amused smile on her lips. “Art, true art, is an experience. It gets inside you, fills you up, makes you feel alive. However, you have to allow yourself to feel it. You have to let yourself be open. Himiko, you're all closed up, unwilling to let anything or anyone in.”
“And this is going to help?” Himiko asks cynically.
“Let your body go and the mind will follow.” Clayman is calm and confident. She kisses Himiko gently. “Are you ready?”
Himiko thinks for a moment, then nods firmly.
Clayman smiles and begins to massage Himiko's breasts. “Feel everything, Himiko. The handcuffs are cold, aren't they? The sheets are just a little bit rough. To understand art, you have to first understand your senses.”
Himiko closes her eyes and does as she's told. She concentrates on the touch of the sheets, the feel of the metal. She's focusing so intently that it comes as a surprise when Clayman kisses the side of her throat. Ever so gently she takes the skin of Himiko's neck between her teeth and begins to nibble delicately.
“I'm not made of glass,” Himiko tells her, wriggling a little. “You don't have to be so gentle.”
“Well, in that case,” Clayman murmurs before biting down and sucking hard. Himiko moans. She'll have a mark tomorrow.
Clayman's hands continue to caress Himiko's breasts, while her mouth moves all over Himiko's body. She sucks on Himiko's thigh, then nips her shoulder. Himiko shudders. She wants to touch Clayman, stroke her skin, run her fingers through the other woman's hair. However, when she tries to move her hands, the sound of metal reminds her of her predicament.
Clayman chuckles, but she doesn't sound mean spirited. She moves her hand to caress Himiko's cheek and kisses her passionately on the mouth. “Let me take care of you,” she whispers into Himiko's ear. Her smile is sultry as she moves downward. She begins to kiss Himiko's leg, traveling slowly but steadily upwards. She pauses at Himiko's inner thigh, tasting her skin, salty with perspiration. Finally, she slips her tongue inside Himiko.
Himiko bucks and moans. Part of her desperately wishes that her hands were free, but another part of her whispers that things are perfect just the way that they are.
Clayman moves her tongue inside Himiko, first slowly, then quickly, alternating her rhythm. Through it all, she manages to steadfastly avoid Himiko's clit.
“I never... realized that you were... such a sadist,” Himiko manages to bite out between moans.
Clayman smirks. “Patience, dear,” she assures, her voice muffled. Her hands stroke Himiko's thighs.
Himiko growls. 'Screw patience.”
Clayman laughs. “Well, I'd hate for people to start thinking that I'd fail to satisfy a woman.” She takes Himiko's clit between her teeth and sucks gently but firmly.
Himiko snaps her head back and screams in wordless pleasure. She feels her body grow heavy, and she sinks into the bed.
Clayman is grinning widely as she unlocks the handcuffs. “So, do you feel more open?”
“A little bit,” Himiko answers, panting heavily. “But... I think that we'll need to try again tomorrow.”
Clayman sighs dramatically. “An artist's work is never done.”
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