shiegra (shiegra) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2008-06-28 15:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, fandom: d.gray-man, pairing: anita/cloud nine |
D.Grayman, Cloud Nine/Anita, "bonds"
Title: bonds
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: D.Grayman
Pairing/characters: Cloud Nine/Anita
Rating: R
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Cloud Nine/Anita, bondage
The sumptuous cloth spreads out around her, black and crimson and blazing silk, the white of her skin stark against it.
The General’s heels make small sharp sounds against the ground as she walks towards her, shirt partially unbuttoned, long hair loose and disheveled around her shoulders. The whip is coiled at her hip and she paces around the pool of fabric. “Are you in pain?”
Anita arches her back, feeling aching stretch of tension and the throb between her thighs, the rasp of the rope against her wrists and ankles. Cloud Nine had offered her the option of silk scarves, and she had declined. “I am not.” She says, and her voice is low and husky.
The General inclines her head, pupils dilating a minute amount; Anita is trained to see these tells, to detect the way she takes a deep breath, breasts pushing against her shirt, in order to keep herself from breathing too quickly.
It is of little tactical use to her, considering how neatly she has allowed herself to be constrained, but it makes her burn.
Long, slender hands settled at her shoulders; trace down the curve of her body, fitting to hips and trailing back to the elegant arch of ribs. Anita draws in a deep breath, lets her head fall back so black hair fans across the tile ground, and listens to the whisper of movement as Cloud Nine sinks to her knees and lays her mouth against Anita’s throat from behind.
Anita’s wrists twist in their bindings, a helpless instinct. She gasps when teeth close ever so gently on flesh, tongue flickering against her. Cloud Nine’s hands are sure on her, grazing over her stomach in long strokes, lingering over the curve of her hipbones and beginning of her pelvis without actually touching the place that aches for attention, framed starkly between scarlet silk.
Anita moans, low and throaty, and keeps her body in that arch, inviting. Her fingers flex helplessly against her bonds and Cloud Nine whispers, "comfortable?" And then her soft laugh whispers over the damp sensitive skin she's just kissed.