shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-02 20:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: fruits basket, november 02, p: kyo/tohru/yuki |
Morning Person, Fruits Basket, (Yuki/Tohru/Kyo)
Title: Morning Person
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: R
Word count: 360
Prompt: Fruits Basket - Kyo/Yuki/Tohru - holding through blankets - "never let go"
She could feel their heartbeats like this.
Pressed against her, back-to-back-to-front, only the heavy layer of cloth between them. Kyo's breath ghosted warmly over the back of her neck and Yuki's cool hand lay under hers, his eyes sleepy, his expression so unguarded it hurt her somewhere deep in her chest.
They were folded around her and her heart fluttered in her chest, feeling too full, too happy, a tender fragile emotion that choked in her throat. She thought she must be the luckiest person in the world. Tohru tugged the blankets closer to her chest and laid her head on Yuki's shoulder, her face against his throat. He stirred, making her wince guiltily, but then his hand moved up to comb--cautiously, gently--through her hair, rubbing his fingers down the bumps of her spine against her neck. His fingers brushed Kyo's chin, which made the cat stiffen vaguely as he, too came awake.
"I didn't mean to wake--" She began, stammering, and Kyo made a noise of rough exasperation and kissed the soft skin just under her ear, mouth parting so that his teeth grazed her skin. Tohru jumped awkwardly in her wrappings, babbling something incoherent, and then Yuki leaned forward enough to kiss her.
They still weren't expert, but they were learning. He'd learned how to kiss her, how to make it sweet, how to make her whimper in her throat even when she tried to stifle the sound. He usually exercised more delicacy than Kyo, still hesitating just enough with the act of contact and vulnerability, no matter how eagerly she moved into him.
And Kyo, fit against her back, moved against her in a fluid, stretching roll, the casual ease he found most easily when just barely awake, a comfort with touch that did not come easily to Jyuunishi. And the blankets, that they'd been so worried about being too thin a barrier inevitably felt stiflingly thick, strangling her with the desire for the comfort of skin. And Yuki's hands shook just a little, and Kyo buried his head in her shoulder and it was half sex and half comfort and all love.