shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-02 14:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: baccano!, july 01, p: chane/claire |
Hush, Baccano! (Claire/Chane)
Title: Hush
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: R
Word count: 395
A/N: Totally legitimate server-crashing and file misplacing to blame for lateness!
Prompt: Baccano! - Claire/Chane - blindfolds - no sight, no sound
She wonders if he dreamed of this.
If he divined this—if he desired this, the muffling rush of black, no sound or sight to guide him, only the soft murmur of her movement and the clarity of touch.
She makes no sound; she never will. He’s never needed her to, and though she’d wondered—no, even now, he doesn’t need to hear her voice to know her like no one else but her father, who sometimes seems to live inside her skin.
Now, she is alone in her skin; throbbing in it, with rich heat and a tight coil of exhilaration in her belly. She’s fully grounded, the cool air sweeping over her face and stirring her red skirt.
He waits until she touches him, fingers sliding cool down his cheeks to cup his face, before he reaches for her, fitting his hands against her waist, lifting his head to her. His lips are curved in that irrepressible grin, and she sighs, a soft whisper, and moves closer.
She closes her eyes, shutting herself into the same darkness, and leaned forward to kiss him. Slow, learning each response and sensitive area. His fingers flex against her waist as she strokes her thumbs over his skin, all that power and motion patient under her touch. He sighs and it’s a satisfied, sleepy sound. The cloth of the blindfold is a little rough.
She sinks down over him, thighs opening over his, and he nuzzled against the pulse in her throat with a languid focus, the soft rasp of teeth and the wet stroke of his tongue. Her skirt rides up and she shifts, rocking against him.
With or without the neat markered blueprint of sight, their bodies are attuned. He touches her and her skin sings even as her hands drop to rearrange cloth, fumbling a little on buttons as he nips her skin, mouth quirking with mischief. Then she’s pressed against him—a brief, deliberately tantalizing slide of flesh as she keeps them apart—and she gasps, no voice behind it but a sharp exclamation, his hands curling restlessly at his hips as she drops down over him.
He says her name, voice low and soft with that eternal delight he takes in the world, and she silences him with another kiss, so that silence folds in around them again as they move together.