shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-17 19:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: d.gray-man, july 13, p: allen/rinali |
"Gifted", D.Grayman (Allen/Rinali)
Title: Gifted
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: R
Word count: 1095
Prompt: D.Gray-man - Allen/Lenalee - seduction, caught by surprise - "He's all grown up"
"Here."
Startled, Rinali looked up from the buckles of her coat, fingers paused on the metal. Allen extended a hand, smile lingering over his mouth and the last rays of sunlight lingering over his pale hair. They'd just finished off a cluster of Akuma and the desolated and demolished buildings around them were lit, the dust settled enough to let the sunset pour in thick streams of red and gold light across the landscape. "Allen? Oh--"
She extended a hand and he poured something into her cupped palm.
It was a pendant, the silver puddle of delicate chain trailing over her little finger, a dark blue oval stone the size of her thumbnail gleaming with rich, midnight-dark secrets, a glittering filigree edge of silver curling lovingly around the circumference.
"I found it," he said, still smiling. "It reminded me of you." On anyone else the words might have been trite, planned and overly dramatic, but in his calm, courteous voice they had a baldly honest weight. It startled her--the Allen she had first met was polite but curiously distant in his own way, locked in his own mission of desperate, unflinching mercy. He looked at her now with that unfathomable calm and she thought, you're all grown up, Allen.
"Thank you," she said, startled. "It's--beautiful."
He sketched a little bow, a half-shy smile blooming, and she strung it around her neck and didn't take it off.
The second present was when he'd just gotten out of an interrogation session. She was waiting for him in the long dark hall, her fingers knotted in the silver chain.
When he saw her he smiled and it was a curiously intense look, sweat damp on his forehead and his eyes dark and focused. "Should you be here?"
The assassins were fanned out in a silent arc behind him; her Innocence whispered around her thighs, and she was vaguely grateful for the long coat. It wouldn't do to provoke a confrontation so soon, because she'd destroy this whole damn place before she let them destroy Allen, and it was too soon and too much.
Instead she reached for him. "I was worried."
His hand darted out and caught hers, fingers briefly tight around her wrist. Her pulse skipped into a rapid pace and his eyes closed for a second as though he was listening to it, the dark and slightly rougher surface of his innocence pressing against her skin.
"I'm all right." He said gently as his eyes opened, focusing on her. "But here--I forgot to give you something."
It was a little thing this time--a piece of candy, actually, the bright amber glitter of ginger wrapped in rice paper. She accepted it without thinking, staring at it. "Allen..."
His thumb slid against the inside of her wrist, a gentle almost-caress. "Yes?"
"Thank you." She said softly, and then Leverrier emerged behind him and he was being ushered away. He smiled over his shoulder after her, an utterly serene smile, but his fingers had tightened on hers before he let go.
The third time, they were in a small hotel with white washed walls and no proper plumbing, and she was curled in the big brass-bound bed with her coat still on, pale yellow sunlight sliding over her hair and a soft breeze brushing it back from her cheeks.
Her eyes opened at the touch on her cheek and she levered herself upright to find him sitting on the side of the bed, his chest bare, a small yellow wildflower in the nonhuman hand and brushing over her skin. Her limbs felt stiff and sore; only last night she'd taken him from the Black Order, carrying him through a storm, feeling his body slack in her arms, Crown Clown coiled around him and brushing her skin with restless inquisitiveness.
"You're awake." She whispered, and licked her lips. He offered her the jug of water and she took it, greedily gulping liquid from the mouth, trickles running over her cheeks and collarbone.
He traced the flower after them, slow tender touches that made her mouth go dry in a different way. "Thank you, Rinali."
She drew in a slow breath and the flower stopped at the dip of her collarbone, lingering there. "I couldn't leave you there." She said, pushing herself upright. "We should call--or get in contact, somehow, I mean--"
He touched her cheek, slid his fingers into her hair, and then kissed her. His mouth moved against hers with a gentle surety, lips parting, and she sat absolutely still, a brief tremor passing through her, shock and astonishment and a deep, warm pleasure that throbbed under her skin wherever he touched.
"I know." He said very gently, and his touch slid down, curving against her shoulder and then sliding to her back, fingers fanning against the arch of the spine and the small of her back. "I thought..."
For a second he was almost close enough to kiss but not quite, almost touching, and his eyes were dark and solemn, focused on her face. "It's beautiful." He finished, and she put a hand over the flower, her fingers curving against his as he kissed her, mouth opening against hers.
He drew her back to the mattress, pulled apart the buttons on her coat, peeling it away from her shoulders and bruised legs, stroking over her stomach. She caught his hands in hers and their fingers curled together as they kissed, so close they were almost breathing in sync. The little blossom crushed between their palms.
And then they were moving together--she hooked a leg behind his hips, dug her heel in to bring him closer and deeper and arched--and his mouth was on her neck, over the evaporated path the water had taken, the wet warm touch of his tongue. He lifted his head and his eyes were wide and fathomless, dark and intense and endless and full of a consideration that didn't feel quite mortal.
And somewhere along the way, she'd learned him thoroughly enough that there was no surprise in her, no dismay, only joy. She leaned up and kissed him again, her hair brushing her shoulders, her skin beading with sweat, and he sighed against her, a deep and faintly hitching gust, like he was just now acknowledging that there would be no more chains and threat and stony prison.
The pendant pressed into both their skins, and she cried out with him, back arching, and let herself drown a little in the touch of his skin.