imbrii (imbrii) wrote in imbrication, @ 2010-02-01 19:54:00 |
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Current mood: | exhausted |
Current music: | Metric - Gimme Sympathy |
Entry tags: | short, tsubasa reservoir chronicles, vienna teng prompts |
Vienna Teng prompt 4, Tsubasa
Series: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
Characters: Kurogane, Fai
Pairing: KuroFai
Type: missing scene, hookup
Warnings: Some sexual content, second person
Spoilers: Shuura arc, ch70ish
Word Count: 335
Etc: It's been part of my head-canon that Kurogane and Fai were close physically long before they were emotionally.
4 Being unable to understand each other has not made the idiot any quieter. Whenever Yasha's soldiers leave you alone he still babbles on, a stream of senseless syllables punctuated by "Kuro-puu" and "Kuro-ki" or whatever his latest way of butchering your name is. You're sure he understands "shut the fuck up" and "be quiet" by now but is pretending otherwise.
You finally snap, grabbing him by the shoulders and try to push him down.
Slippery as an eel he slips out of your grip and drapes himself across your side, a long line of warmth. You can hear his annoying smile.
Without the haze of words it occurs to you just how close he is, his hands snaked around your stomach and his breath on your neck.
It's been a distressingly long time since you've had sex, and he seems to know it.
The idiot slides around to face you, never pulling away so his hips are flush with yours. He doesn't even bother pretending to be coy as his fingers slide along your waistline. He's finally quiet, face hard to see in the dim light but for once it isn't oozing false charm. His eyes are black like yours and everyone else's in this country but you remember the blue, and that pins you there, keeps you from pushing him away. The silence is heavy as he leans forward and slides his teeth along your jugular, dusts your collarbones with his lips.
For a moment it must make you insane because your arms wrap around him, pushing his body into yours. As he laughs softly you remember he's still the same irritating mage as before, but you can't be assed to care with the hot curl of arousal in your gut and his clever fingers figuring out the knot of your belt.
Without words, it doesn't mean anything. There's no need for promises of commitment or flowers or other stupid shit, there's just the fact of two bodies together.
Close but not too close.