Cardcaptor Sakura: Nakuru/Yukito, falling asleep
This is my first Porn Battle, so let me know if I've done something wrong!
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Nakuru transcended boundaries. Nakuru was neither English nor Japanese (she loved them both too much to claim one or the other), human nor guardian (because she was Nakuru and she was Ruby Moon and they were the same person, not like Yue/Yukito), neither male nor female (using whichever pronouns she preferred at the time).
Whereas Yukito, he had his boxes. He had school and archery and Touya. He had an empty house and a part-time job. The same schedule every day.
He thought he liked it, until Touya went away and school ended and his only companion was Yue. Yue wasn't very talkative, and Yukito wasn't very talkative, but sometimes one wants something more solid than a voice in the back of one's mind to talk to. It was as simple as that.
When he showed up on Eriol's doorstep, the dark-haired boy had shown him in very kindly and he'd tried to talk to him. But Eriol didn't know what to say, really. Clow hadn't thought too much about accounting for Yukito in his plans, and so this wasn't actually unexpected. The future hadn't planned for Yukito, and this was the result.
Nakuru flew down the stairs into Yukito's arms and though he was used to her flurries of affection, he still found himself blushing at honest human contact. She giggled. Then she took his hand and clattered up the stairs, her platform shoes loud on the wooden floor.
Nakuru didn't say anything about Touya. After a few days, when he began to speak about him in a low, hesitant voice, she nodded and she listened, but she didn't judge. And after a while, he stopped talking about Touya at all.
He wasn't sure what he was doing here, really, but the vendors at the local market knew his name and the neighbors waved when he biked by. He began to feel a warm glow deep in his chest.
But he didn't realize how deep he'd gotten, how far he'd fallen, until he shut off the lights and climbed into bed one night, and Nakuru was there too. Before he could protest that her feet were cold, her arms were around his neck and her hair trickling across his shoulders and her mouth against his.
He gasped, he blinked, and he kissed her back. Her hands slid up under his shirt and her nails glided across his back. He moaned a little and then bit his lip, afraid that someone would hear.
"Don't worry about it," Nakuru whispered into the crook of his neck, her breath warm against his skin, and he bit his lip harder until she grazed her teeth across his shoulder and he had to breathe.
Her fingers were long and lithe and Yukito had always thought of them as womanly hands, no matter what gender she was wearing. They were good hands, experienced hands, and they traced down his chest across his stomach and underneath his briefs for a heart-stopping moment. He moaned again, and he could feel her grin in the darkness.
She bit his neck again, mumbled something like, "Let's get this show on the road," and stripped him in short order.
And when they were done, they fell asleep, entangled. Yukito didn't have a box to put this experience in, but then again, maybe he didn't need one. Maybe the experience was enough.
He woke up the next day, and began to really live.