shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-23 11:24:00 |
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unwrapped, Yu Yu Hakusho
Title: Unwrapped
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: R/NC17
Prompt: Yu Yu Hakusho - Youko Kuramaxanyone - plant bondage - I like seeing you spread out for me like this
Word count: 411
It wasn't the touch of the air on her bare skin so much as it was the caress of his eyes, terribly intent, predatorily dark. He touched her thigh, long fingers trailing along her skin, and her breath shook on its way in, goosebumps rising along her skin.
Her bindings whispered and rustled like the live things they were, almost a quiet enigmatic sort of music, and Youko Kurama returned to stand between her knees, eyes wide and dark, black hair neatly pulled back, uniform faintly dissheveled.
He looked, physically, almost like a young human boy--but his eyes would never quite manage to perpetuate the illusion, and at that moment the hunger in them was vast and dark and unknowable.
Her clothes, shed and piled, the dim wooden shape half-under a root, all the pieces of her self and her power, surrendered and discarded. Not safe, because he was a fox, and a thief, and a demon, but neither was she so safe when it came down to it. And he wouldn't be bothering--would never have shown interest--if he didn't respect her.
His hands were very warm on her skin, almost gentle, the cool edge of nail tracing up the near-imperceptible line of veins to the warmth of her, stroking her softly, fingers sliding briefly deep.
He leaned closer, until his mouth touched her cheek and his body was bent gracefully over hers, and whispered, "I like you like this."
She shuddered, skin prickling, and sank her teeth into her lower lip, a tremor rippling down her body. She didn't say anything; there was nothing to articulate but pleading, and she wasn't that far gone yet. Leaving her with only the quiet of anticipation.
He raised his hands, bringing his body off of hers for a moment, and began unfastening his clothes. His fingers gleamed, and she closed her eyes, the muscles in her thighs tensing, hips arching for a moment and gaining a tantalizingly solid moment of contact before the vines shifted and rustled, coiling over and against her and stilling her. Thorns bit, almost delicately, a faint rasp of remonstration.
"Spread out for me..." His fingers on her thighs again, and his mouth curving against her, and the heated, vulpine satisfaction in his eyes when she opened hers. "Oh, yes," he breathed, and she turned her head enough to kiss him on the mouth, an almost savage meeting of lips and tongues. He disengaged, very briefly, enough to sigh across her skin. "I enjoy you like this very much."