Air Gear, Sora/Rika, hidden tension
It's the quickest moments she catches sight of it.
Early on, sometimes when he's pulling her thigh over his shoulders, mouth on her lower belly and she's arching into his touch she'll catch a glimpse of his eyes, dark and burning like a hungry animal, for her and for more than her and it always feels a little more like being consumed. Other times it will be something mundane--they're playing around in construction, the world spreading beneath them, and he'll watch the sky with an expression that has a cool, sly pleasure that lifts hairs on the back of her neck.
They rarely bother her, and they're quickly brushed off. Even easier to be ignored later, when he is limited with wheels and for all their warm lover's comfort there are unsaid words between them. His fury, sometimes flaring into being so suddenly it almost frightens her, is easy to dismiss as frustration and an anger he has a right too.
A darker look when she is above him, straddling his hips with her hands spread against his chest, stays with her. The control she always wrested from him before in playfulness comes easier, and there is a bottled tension to him, a coiled savagery that means he sometimes leaves bruises with his grip even as she makes his eyes roll back in his head. She wouldn't mind them but for the memory of his stare, black with shadows.
She was riding the storm, she thinks later, and his black wings have left her behind.