shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-18 05:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: air gear, july 15, p: agito/yayoi |
early to bed, Air Gear (Agito/Yayoi)
Title: early to bed
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: PG13/R
Word count: 504
Prompt: Air Gear - Agito/Yayoi - morning after sex - "We can do this again. If you want."
The sheets had dried.
That was the first thought, hazy and unfocused, that drifted into her mind when she opened her eyes. When she’d fallen asleep, curved tightly into the shape of his body, they had been damp with sweat and clinging close.
The windows poured in white light, sunshine sliding over them both. One lean arm was thrown across her, and he’d buried his head in her shoulder in blind, childlike trust. Yayoi drew in a deep breath and bit her lip, blinking at the ceiling.
Her own arms were curled around him in sleep, fingers splayed over the slim, pronounced arch of ribcage, the hard slope of muscle down his back. One of his thighs was between hers, and she felt—sticky. Tender. Body tightening already in an alarmingly pleasant way. His body was all angles, and she turned her head to let her mouth brush his cheek, a private and reverent gesture.
It still made him stir, prickling into awareness with his eye flicking open, bright sharp gold.
They looked at each other for a split second, her long hair fanning over the pillows. She had a split second of wryness, déjà vu to all the times he hadn’t even recognized her with her hair loose, and then remembered his hands in her hair, pulling her into him and breathing the scent of it in. The memory flushed heat through her, sharp and intense.
“Um.” She said, voice soft and husky. “Good morning.”
He blinked, slow and drowsy, and then his eye sharpened enough to fully pull himself into clear awakeness. “Good morning.” He said, and the sleep in his voice made it throaty, softened the edges of the wariness.
It was early; there were no signs of anyone else awake around them. Yayoi laid her head back down and let her shoulders relax very cautiously into the touch of his skin. "We should get up." She finally ventured. The room was full of warmth, dust motes dancing merrily in the air.
He made a little noise of assent.
"I mean, it'll be time soon...."
"Not for hours." He pointed out, but he was already drawing away, touch leaving lingering trails of warmth as he rocked up onto his heels in the mussed sheets. She sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees, watching him for a moment before she slid off the side of the bed and, fighting self-conscious embarrassment, walked naked towards the bathroom.
"Yayoi."
Startled, she twisted to look at him.
"We can--you know--" Not flushing, exactly, but his jaw was set defiantly and his eye was narrowed, faintly defensive. "Do this again. If you want."
"Oh." She said, and thought that she was probably smiling stupidly, a flush climbing prickly over her cheeks. "Yes, I'd, um, I'd like that."
He gave her a starkly wary look that didn't quite hide the flash of pleasure, and she turned and went into the bathroom without passing out or jumping up and down. It was a miracle.