She was a robot? She was a ROBOT? (mithrigil) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-02 00:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: mithrigil, f: suikoden v, p: lyon/prince, september 02 |
Fic -- Suikoden V, Prince/Lyon
Title: plainly he dreams
Author: mithrigil
Fandom: Suikoden V
Pairing: Prince/Lyon
Rating: Light R
This is your spoiler warning.
Prompt:loyalty - right behind you
plainly he dreams
Mithrigil
Lyon lies awake, hours now. It is lighter beyond the curtains. The Commander will wake soon. He is up with the sun. She tells herself it's no different, this morning. Only that his body is nearer to hers. Only that his scent is on her. Only that his arm is sprawled over her chest, which is bare, and sticking. He has faint silver hairs there, on the flat of his forearm. She has been close enough to notice before, and only does now.
It means what she thinks it means. This was a decision, not an occurrence. He has new needs now, and in this world of women may not have understood them until now. He has needs, and she has wants. Her wants include, are dominated by, giving him what he needs. And until now, that has only meant her presence.
He stirs—it will be soon—and his mouth, slick, nudges her shoulder. He sleeps unused to company, encroaching on her space. But her space is his space now, if last night attests. His face, though youthened and rumpled by sleep, is still not childish. Pretty, still, but perhaps he has not been a boy for a long while, as Lyon has never really been a girl.
A decision, she reminds herself. She chose to warm his bed, and was correct that he desired such.
The press of his lips to her shoulder is a passive, suckling kiss, and perhaps he is awake now. The faint reminder of his heart is slow against her back, higher where he has grown broad. Near her hips, he is half-roused. He dreams, plainly he dreams, or remembers, and she does as well.
It’s no different. Only that she is near enough to feel. And she will be near enough, again, because that’s what they both want.
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