D. Gray-man, Allen/Lenalee, blackout
"Allen?" She asked him softly when she found his room by feel, and heard him move in the dark.
"Rinali? Is it--"
"Probably my brother's fault," she said, smiling even though he wouldn't be able to see it, reaching for the sound of his voice. Her hand collided with warm skin and she sank down on the edge of the bed. "Are you all right?"
He breathed in, then out. "Fine," he said softly, and then he laid one hand on her thigh. The touch shivered up her whole body and she made a soft sound and drew her hand up his chest to his cheek. The heavy weight of the dark intensified everything, made her skin exquisitely sensitive to the movements of the air, and his fingers on her skin were startling.
"I can't see at all," she said, and when he started to shake his head ruefully, she leaned forward, keeping her hand on his cheek, and kissed him.
And he was perfectly still against her, coiled into a frozne poise, utterly frozen. She let her lips part against his, eyes fluttering closed, and parted her lips against his. The quiet pressed in on them and then he shuddered against her and she drew back. "Don't pull away," she pleaded, and her voice was shaking.
When she leaned forward this time he met her, hands sliding cautiously over her skin. She rose to her knees, bare feet digging into the sheets, the Boots cool rings at her ankles, and his hand dropped to trace from her hip down to her knee, a gentle reverent line. He said her name, tentative and questioning.
"I won't lose you," she whispered, cupping his face, kissing him fiercely, and suddenly she was kissing her back.
"You won't," he said, and it sounded like a promise, the absurd kind he liked to make, when of all the sacrifices he might make the one he chose most easily was a sacrifice of himself.
Shouldn't promise anything, she thought, but still crawled up over him, tracing the small scars and marks on his body, the smooth hard curve of collarbone and ribs against skin, drinking him in with her hands. She closed her eyes unnecessarily and held onto him as hard as she knew how, clinging as he moved against her. He touched her back, gaining boldness, fingers tracing over her skin until she was shivering and crying out, the sound small and lost in the stifling darkness.
"Rinali," he said very gently, hand cupping her skull when her head fell back, and they moved together, and when she rocked her hips down over them, fumbling with fabric and greedy for the touch of skin, feeling his heartbeat against her, his fingers tightened on her hip.
I think you're becoming my whole world, she thought, but kissed him to contain the words as he slid into her and made a soft, choked sound of wonder. It was enough, now to be this close in the dark and holding on.