Title- Resolve
Author-
fireun
Rating- PG
Prompt- Persona 3, Akihiko/Shijiro/Mitsuru - Puppy pile - They slept together for comfort as much as for sex.
Notes- Late, I apologize. Internet has been spotty lately
Shinjiro always spooned around Akihiko, a last line of defense even in sleep. He wasn’t a heavy sleeper; in the habit of cracking one glaring eye open whenever Mitsuru entered the room no matter how quietly she thought she had managed to move. It wasn’t a reaction to her presence, not entirely, merely a reflexive response to anything coming near.
Mitsuru could imagine them younger, Akihiko’s deceptively slight body curled up against the darker and broader Shinjiro, neither of them innocent, but intertwined and almost relaxed in repose. Upon entering, as Shinjiro made sure it was her, for that instant, Mitsuru felt she was intruding on something sacred, something that didn’t and shouldn’t include her.
“He tried waiting up for you.”
Mitsuru grimaced at the accusatory tone that laced Shinjiro’s whisper, and they both held their breath as Akihiko shifted a bit.
“C’mon.”
Mitsuru stripped as fast as she quietly could, and slipped into bed.
It was an odd dynamic, and she was still almost tentative as she reached her arms around Shinjiro, enfolding all of his abrasive tenacity and resting her cheek against his back. She felt muscles twitch once, not quite used to the contact, and then relax. It was hard to keep her hands from wandering across Shinjiro’s well-defined stomach, tracing the odd scar here and there. It was difficult to keep her attention on slowing and settling down from the day. She was distracted by the memory of the almost surprised look of pleasure that would cross Shinjiro’s face at the way her nails felt dragging down his back, cupping his ass, at the way he would gasp when Akihiko kissed his throat.
Shinjiro huffed what was most likely a stealthy breed of laugh as Mitsuru’s hand betrayed her train of thought and wandered a bit. “There’ll be time enough for that later. It’s been a pisser of a long day. Sleep.”
Mitsuru didn’t take orders from anyone, not usually. But Shinjiro’s voice was heavy with an almost insolent affection rather than his typical abrupt, detached daytime persona. Mitsuru rested against him, listening to all three of them breathe, not minding when one of them shifted and the rest had to move to compensate. Such tangible necessary evidence that it was all worth it- the broad warmth of Shinjiro’s back, the brush of Akihiko’s leg as he moved slightly…
She didn’t remember falling asleep, but the undignified squawk she uttered as Akihiko woke her by nibbling on her ear would stay with her all day, along with a slight smile.
Author-
Rating- PG
Prompt- Persona 3, Akihiko/Shijiro/Mitsuru - Puppy pile - They slept together for comfort as much as for sex.
Notes- Late, I apologize. Internet has been spotty lately
Shinjiro always spooned around Akihiko, a last line of defense even in sleep. He wasn’t a heavy sleeper; in the habit of cracking one glaring eye open whenever Mitsuru entered the room no matter how quietly she thought she had managed to move. It wasn’t a reaction to her presence, not entirely, merely a reflexive response to anything coming near.
Mitsuru could imagine them younger, Akihiko’s deceptively slight body curled up against the darker and broader Shinjiro, neither of them innocent, but intertwined and almost relaxed in repose. Upon entering, as Shinjiro made sure it was her, for that instant, Mitsuru felt she was intruding on something sacred, something that didn’t and shouldn’t include her.
“He tried waiting up for you.”
Mitsuru grimaced at the accusatory tone that laced Shinjiro’s whisper, and they both held their breath as Akihiko shifted a bit.
“C’mon.”
Mitsuru stripped as fast as she quietly could, and slipped into bed.
It was an odd dynamic, and she was still almost tentative as she reached her arms around Shinjiro, enfolding all of his abrasive tenacity and resting her cheek against his back. She felt muscles twitch once, not quite used to the contact, and then relax. It was hard to keep her hands from wandering across Shinjiro’s well-defined stomach, tracing the odd scar here and there. It was difficult to keep her attention on slowing and settling down from the day. She was distracted by the memory of the almost surprised look of pleasure that would cross Shinjiro’s face at the way her nails felt dragging down his back, cupping his ass, at the way he would gasp when Akihiko kissed his throat.
Shinjiro huffed what was most likely a stealthy breed of laugh as Mitsuru’s hand betrayed her train of thought and wandered a bit. “There’ll be time enough for that later. It’s been a pisser of a long day. Sleep.”
Mitsuru didn’t take orders from anyone, not usually. But Shinjiro’s voice was heavy with an almost insolent affection rather than his typical abrupt, detached daytime persona. Mitsuru rested against him, listening to all three of them breathe, not minding when one of them shifted and the rest had to move to compensate. Such tangible necessary evidence that it was all worth it- the broad warmth of Shinjiro’s back, the brush of Akihiko’s leg as he moved slightly…
She didn’t remember falling asleep, but the undignified squawk she uttered as Akihiko woke her by nibbling on her ear would stay with her all day, along with a slight smile.
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