xxxHolic, Domeki/Watanuki/Himawari, first time
She’s cheerfully languid after sex, flopped easily along the bed with her head on Watanuki’s chest and her feet resting lightly in Doumeki’s lap. (He’s the only one sitting upright, hovering like a silent guard over them both, and his grip on Watanuki’s hand is almost hard enough to hurt but somehow comforting all the same.)
Watanuki suspects that he may be impossibly tangled up in her hair, but as he has no intentions of ever moving again anyway, he doesn’t suppose it really matters.
Himawari hides a contended yawn behind her hand and stretches like a cat, the movement arching her back against Watanuki; Doumeki follows both it and the way it makes Watanuki shiver with darkened eyes.
Brazen bastard, he thinks offhandedly, and ignores the way the shivers are now being followed by goosebumps.
She shifts, then, sitting up just enough to catch Doumeki’s wrists in her delicate hands and tug him back down with them, watching approvingly as he finally settles against Watanuki’s other side and rests an arm across them both.
Watanuki turns his head for a kiss, hiding his even-more-embarrassing hum of contentment in Doumeki’s mouth, and Himawari snuggles closer and smiles.
“This was the first time,” she informs them both, happily, once they finally pull apart, and Watanuki instantly tenses. Doumeki holds back a smirk, easily reading all the emotions crashing haphazardly over his face -- Of course it was, of course it was; no one would have dared to touch my precious Himawari-chan before me…
“It was the first time,” Himawari repeats, oblivious to both Watanuki’s expression and Doumeki’s restrained amusement at it. “I’d never seen Doumeki-kun actually manage to get Watanuki-kun to listen to him before!”
She looks unabashedly delighted, while Watanuki only gapes.
And Doumeki finally lets out a snicker that quickly turns into a full-fledged laugh, the movement jostling the slim body at his side.
Watanuki squawks, loudly, and now Doumeki’s laughter is followed by her soft giggle. “But it’s true, Watanuki-kun!”
“Shut up,” Doumeki tells him simply, enforcing the command by stifling his mouth with his.
Squawking promptly turns into flails, but Himawari catches Watanuki’s hand in hers, and he stills as she trails a light row of kisses up his arm. When she finally works her way up to the side of his neck, he’s calm and pliant beneath them, eyes halfway shut.
And she and Doumeki take the opportunity to smirk at one another over his head, where he won’t see.