sunday six (queued edition)
i'm going to bed mad early and everyone lives on a different timezone than me um. tagging everyone who wants to do this because i keep forgetting who i usually tag \-/ also feel free to tag me in your stuff i wanna read it
i barely wrote anything this week ORZ but you can have a slice of my kuwareiko fic because wow it's gonna take me forever to finish this thang.
vague carbonated water levels of nsfw below (don't worry)
For a moment her mind stopped. Her legs were bent pressed against his heavy front, both still clothed and inconvenienced by it. In that moment she could hear exhaustion in his breath and feel his eyes pinned on her. She froze, wondering what had caught his attention. His gaze was so sharp and all she could do was look at herself from where she lay; at her small chest that didn't move and her legs where her robe was slipping. She heard him, then, finally. "You're not very talkative." Which came out like a heavy, sad sigh.
In his mind, she wondered if she looked impatient with her roaming eyes and permanently a-fixed Get-on-with-it stare. After a while she finally stopped wondering, so she looked up and realized he was watching her face all along, in the obedient, reserved way he always did. They made eye contact for a split second and she turned away at once, as if she was caught staring at a stranger.
"You say that like you didn't scare me at my doorstep," she bit. "Like we do this every weekend!"
Kuwana's finger, boldly, traced the indent of bone in her knee. "That would be nice."
Reiko rolled her eyes. But really, she felt comforted by the way he tensely cut her silence. Perhaps he wanted to hear her voice again—to know what she was thinking, and to act on it. She opened her arms and brought him down by his neck. She receded into her pillow; her hair tangled by the weight of her back. Her leg eased against his side and he held it there. He felt her silk slip under her cotton robe.
"It's been a while," she finally said, with her lips parted at his scratchy cheek.
He didn't look up. He spoke into her. "In general?"
"Mmm."
"It's okay. Me too." The fabric was probably soft between his fingers, the way he was raised to move it.
"I bet I have you beat."
"Didn't realize we were competing." His hands moved further up. "But you have higher standards."
She glanced at him punishingly. "Not that high."
He kissed her anyways. "You're a busy woman."
"Not that busy."
He stopped everything he was doing, and really looked at her. "You're intimidating."
"Is that the truth?"
He nodded.
"Oh no."
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