[FIC] Sure to Break.
Title: Sure to Break.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: Femmeslash, smut.
Characters/couples: Kouya/Yamato (Female Zero)
Summary: Even if she couldn't feel the pain, Kouya thought that Yamato's care was surely going to break her anyway.
Rating: R/NC17
Notes: And it only took me two years of loving Loveless to write this =D. I fail *hides*
Sure to Break.
Their name, Kouya thought, should be more than just one digit that felt so small against her skin. Not even with Yamato's fingertip tracing it's shape over and over, looking at it until Kouya had blushed and called her a pervert and Yamato had leered.
Just a '0' seemed too much for the way it warmed her, for the way Yamato had kissed her and asked her to spend the night at her place, and she couldn't ever say no to Yamato when she was murmuring like that, when her hands were holding hers and when her ears were half down, eyes begging her just as much as her words did.
So they fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs, Yamato's breasts pressed against Kouya's side, her hand scrunching the thin fabric of her undershirt, and Kouya fell asleep with the smell of the strawberry-and-daisies shampoo that Yamato favored, her hand curling strands of pale brown hair.
When she woke up, Yamato's apartment was completely dark, barely a little bit of light coming inside from the window. Both of them had forgotten to close the curtains, but Yamato's apartment was the other way from the moonlight that should be shining in. The sun, however, would undoubtedly be there to wake them up as soon as it started dyeing the sky with pale pinks and oranges.
However, that wasn't what woke her up. Kyouya blinked softly, stirring a bit. Yamato's arm around her tightened , and she felt the soft whisper of Yamato's lip against her neck, Yamato curling behind her completely until whatever space they had let between them disappeared.
“Yamato...” Kouya whispered softly, but Yamato's arms didn't move and she kissed her neck again.
“Shhh...”
Kouya sighed, eyes open in the darkness of Yamato's half empty apartment, and then her eyes were half closing when she felt Yamato's soft-rough fingertips (and it was strange, how she could feel that but she couldn't feel something cutting her, because it was this touch, she thought, the one that would mark her forever, and something like that should hurt) against her thigh, where her skirt starts, and sliding underneath it, tracing softly into the crease of her thigh, against her panties, and Kouya gave a breathless moan.
Yamato exhaled sharply against her ear and Kouya shuddered, trying to press herself further unto Yamato's embrace, and she almost wanted to ask Yamato about everything she could possibly think - about life and death and their name and was she pretty, did Yamato think she was pretty - but she just gasped again, feeling Yamato kiss her neck and up her ear, lips closing velvety soft against the lobe of her ear, gasping again as Yamato's other arm moved beneath her undershirt, goosebumps following the trail of her hand and then a moan when Yamato's hand cupped one of her breasts, covering it softly, and Kouya felt her nipple against her fingers, shivered when Yamato's finger moved against it softly, almost - she thought - almost as if she was cold.
“Yamato...” she said again, feeling how Yamato shifted against her, as if they could somehow merge and Kouya realized she would like that, being whole with Yamato, and she turned her head, wishing for a bit of light, just enough so that she could learn the way Yamato's profile probably looked right then, to learn the way Yamato might be looking at her a moment before she's kissing her, soft lips and smooth tongue and Kouya thought yes, please.
When Yamato's hand slid into her panties she gasps into the kiss, trying to push forward, backwards, everywhere and anywhere that Yamato touched, trying to memorize the way Yamato's hand felt different than her own, breath stuttering when Yamato's fingertips moved against slick curls and her folds, barely hearing her Sacrifice's whispered “Kouya” against her neck.
For a moment, Kouya was angry that she and Yamato couldn't feel pain, so angry that she felt her toes curling (or perhaps that was because of the way Yamato's hand touched her, moving inside her and gasping in need against her, as if she touching her like this also got Yamato going), she was so angry because she believed that something like this should hurt, needed to hurt, before realizing that it didn't matter, because even if she couldn't feel the pain, Yamato's care like this was surely going to break her anyway.
“Kouya...” Yamato whispered again, voice rough and her hand still moving, but it was asking... it was pleading and... Kouya was already blushing, but she felt herself flush even more when she moved her hand from where it had been holding tight unto the covers and instead slid her hand over Yamato's guiding her a little towards where she needed just a bit more of pressure, a bit more of Yamato's fingers and she drew in a deep breath, her hand still over Yamato's, closing her eyes tightly despite herself, rocking unto Yamato's touch. She bit her lip and then she was pulsing around Yamato's fingers, and for a second she thought that her heart would break at the way it seemed to pound inside her chest.
But then Yamato was turning her in her back, and she still didn't have enough breath but Yamato was kissing her, making raw, needy noises, and when she was able to open her eyes and actually see Yamato, she saw that Yamato was rocking against her, and through the barely there light of the night, she could barely see the way her lips were open and panting.
“Oh,” she said, feeling the way their breasts pressed, feeling dizzy, and she was unable to decide if it was because of the orgasm that still had her legs shaking, or it was just the idea that Yamato actually wanted her. Somehow, despite the two years they had spend together, it was still unreal to think of that.
“Kouya,” Yamato gasped, and she could feel her breath close to her lips before Yamato dropped her head against her shoulder, shivering. Kouya moved her hands slowly, arms still seemingly liquid, before she moved her hand between them, breathless and trembling and - “Yes,” gasped Yamato once she touched her, and she was so wet, so slick even as she pushed her fingers inside her, making her eyes widen. “Yes, Kouya, yes...”
Yamato was rocking against her hand, over her, and Kouya knew that there was nothing and no one more for her, that this woman-girl was her why, every answer to every question, even those she had never thought before, and when Yamato sobbed, giving a long, low moan as she came, falling down on her, she just moved her arms to hold her close because they were one and they had merged.
“Kouya... I...” Yamato whispered once she got her breath back. Her ears were still there, moving slowly, and Kouya could still feel hers, but she knew they wouldn't be there in the morning. She would miss the way Yamato's fingers played with hers, but she thought that it was a fair exchange, her (their) ears for the chance to always have Yamato.
She smiled, pressed her lips against Yamato's forehead and shifted a little so that she could keep her arms wrapped around her Sacrifice through the rest of the night.
“Shhh...” she whispered softly, closing her eyes. After a few seconds, she felt the soft brush of Yamato's eyelashes against her neck, and Kouya went back to sleep.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: Femmeslash, smut.
Characters/couples: Kouya/Yamato (Female Zero)
Summary: Even if she couldn't feel the pain, Kouya thought that Yamato's care was surely going to break her anyway.
Rating: R/NC17
Notes: And it only took me two years of loving Loveless to write this =D. I fail *hides*
Sure to Break.
Their name, Kouya thought, should be more than just one digit that felt so small against her skin. Not even with Yamato's fingertip tracing it's shape over and over, looking at it until Kouya had blushed and called her a pervert and Yamato had leered.
Just a '0' seemed too much for the way it warmed her, for the way Yamato had kissed her and asked her to spend the night at her place, and she couldn't ever say no to Yamato when she was murmuring like that, when her hands were holding hers and when her ears were half down, eyes begging her just as much as her words did.
So they fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs, Yamato's breasts pressed against Kouya's side, her hand scrunching the thin fabric of her undershirt, and Kouya fell asleep with the smell of the strawberry-and-daisies shampoo that Yamato favored, her hand curling strands of pale brown hair.
When she woke up, Yamato's apartment was completely dark, barely a little bit of light coming inside from the window. Both of them had forgotten to close the curtains, but Yamato's apartment was the other way from the moonlight that should be shining in. The sun, however, would undoubtedly be there to wake them up as soon as it started dyeing the sky with pale pinks and oranges.
However, that wasn't what woke her up. Kyouya blinked softly, stirring a bit. Yamato's arm around her tightened , and she felt the soft whisper of Yamato's lip against her neck, Yamato curling behind her completely until whatever space they had let between them disappeared.
“Yamato...” Kouya whispered softly, but Yamato's arms didn't move and she kissed her neck again.
“Shhh...”
Kouya sighed, eyes open in the darkness of Yamato's half empty apartment, and then her eyes were half closing when she felt Yamato's soft-rough fingertips (and it was strange, how she could feel that but she couldn't feel something cutting her, because it was this touch, she thought, the one that would mark her forever, and something like that should hurt) against her thigh, where her skirt starts, and sliding underneath it, tracing softly into the crease of her thigh, against her panties, and Kouya gave a breathless moan.
Yamato exhaled sharply against her ear and Kouya shuddered, trying to press herself further unto Yamato's embrace, and she almost wanted to ask Yamato about everything she could possibly think - about life and death and their name and was she pretty, did Yamato think she was pretty - but she just gasped again, feeling Yamato kiss her neck and up her ear, lips closing velvety soft against the lobe of her ear, gasping again as Yamato's other arm moved beneath her undershirt, goosebumps following the trail of her hand and then a moan when Yamato's hand cupped one of her breasts, covering it softly, and Kouya felt her nipple against her fingers, shivered when Yamato's finger moved against it softly, almost - she thought - almost as if she was cold.
“Yamato...” she said again, feeling how Yamato shifted against her, as if they could somehow merge and Kouya realized she would like that, being whole with Yamato, and she turned her head, wishing for a bit of light, just enough so that she could learn the way Yamato's profile probably looked right then, to learn the way Yamato might be looking at her a moment before she's kissing her, soft lips and smooth tongue and Kouya thought yes, please.
When Yamato's hand slid into her panties she gasps into the kiss, trying to push forward, backwards, everywhere and anywhere that Yamato touched, trying to memorize the way Yamato's hand felt different than her own, breath stuttering when Yamato's fingertips moved against slick curls and her folds, barely hearing her Sacrifice's whispered “Kouya” against her neck.
For a moment, Kouya was angry that she and Yamato couldn't feel pain, so angry that she felt her toes curling (or perhaps that was because of the way Yamato's hand touched her, moving inside her and gasping in need against her, as if she touching her like this also got Yamato going), she was so angry because she believed that something like this should hurt, needed to hurt, before realizing that it didn't matter, because even if she couldn't feel the pain, Yamato's care like this was surely going to break her anyway.
“Kouya...” Yamato whispered again, voice rough and her hand still moving, but it was asking... it was pleading and... Kouya was already blushing, but she felt herself flush even more when she moved her hand from where it had been holding tight unto the covers and instead slid her hand over Yamato's guiding her a little towards where she needed just a bit more of pressure, a bit more of Yamato's fingers and she drew in a deep breath, her hand still over Yamato's, closing her eyes tightly despite herself, rocking unto Yamato's touch. She bit her lip and then she was pulsing around Yamato's fingers, and for a second she thought that her heart would break at the way it seemed to pound inside her chest.
But then Yamato was turning her in her back, and she still didn't have enough breath but Yamato was kissing her, making raw, needy noises, and when she was able to open her eyes and actually see Yamato, she saw that Yamato was rocking against her, and through the barely there light of the night, she could barely see the way her lips were open and panting.
“Oh,” she said, feeling the way their breasts pressed, feeling dizzy, and she was unable to decide if it was because of the orgasm that still had her legs shaking, or it was just the idea that Yamato actually wanted her. Somehow, despite the two years they had spend together, it was still unreal to think of that.
“Kouya,” Yamato gasped, and she could feel her breath close to her lips before Yamato dropped her head against her shoulder, shivering. Kouya moved her hands slowly, arms still seemingly liquid, before she moved her hand between them, breathless and trembling and - “Yes,” gasped Yamato once she touched her, and she was so wet, so slick even as she pushed her fingers inside her, making her eyes widen. “Yes, Kouya, yes...”
Yamato was rocking against her hand, over her, and Kouya knew that there was nothing and no one more for her, that this woman-girl was her why, every answer to every question, even those she had never thought before, and when Yamato sobbed, giving a long, low moan as she came, falling down on her, she just moved her arms to hold her close because they were one and they had merged.
“Kouya... I...” Yamato whispered once she got her breath back. Her ears were still there, moving slowly, and Kouya could still feel hers, but she knew they wouldn't be there in the morning. She would miss the way Yamato's fingers played with hers, but she thought that it was a fair exchange, her (their) ears for the chance to always have Yamato.
She smiled, pressed her lips against Yamato's forehead and shifted a little so that she could keep her arms wrapped around her Sacrifice through the rest of the night.
“Shhh...” she whispered softly, closing her eyes. After a few seconds, she felt the soft brush of Yamato's eyelashes against her neck, and Kouya went back to sleep.