shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-27 15:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, c: baccano!/mononoke, july 23, p: ennis/medicine seller |
Touch, Mononoke/Baccano!
Title: Touch
Author: shiegra
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 340
Prompt: Crossover: Mononoke/Baccano! - Medicine Seller/Ennis - UST/light bondage - she wasn't human either
When he took her hand his nails graze her skin, tracing over the fragile underside of her wrist, and her eyes rose to his.
He hummed against her skin like warm air, or the caress of a hand, as different from Szilard's razor edged attention as it could get. Her awareness of his presence was palpable, and when she stepped down she tore her wrist away a little too sharply, eyes wide and dark.
He bowed once, utterly courteous, and she only barely managed to return the gesture.
Next he sought her out.
He knelt beside her with an eerie fluidity of motion, and her hands curled almost imperceptibly on her thighs. Her hair curled against the nape of her neck and the air was muggy, heat rising off the water.
"How may I help you, kusurirui-san?" She murmured without looking up at him, fingers tensing.
He reached over and took her hand.
The intimacy of the contact was electric and magnified, and she instantly knew that he felt her as she felt him, a humming pressure on the skin, and her eyes rose to his.
His nostrils flared, eyes dark and measuring as he--took in her scent? A strange little prickle of heat trickled down her spine and she drew in a slow, shaking breath as he examined her. She drew her hand back--and stopped short, his fingers circling her wrist like a cool, silken shackle.
"May I inquire as to your business here?"
"Travel." She answered quietly, fingers stiff in his grasp. After a second she added, "travel only."
She wondered if he could hear the truth in her like a plucked string among the hum of her presence, or if he simply read it in her face. Whatever it was, he withdrew his touch in a sinuous movement, the faintest hint of a smile touching his mouth.
"I wish you luck." He said gracefully, and she returned his bow.
When he was gone, the memory of his eyes slid over her skin like a touch.