[Kanda & Lenalee] ; Sundown
D. Gray-man
: Kanda Yuu & Lenalee Lee
Sundown
Gift: For steel-popsicle, my wonderful wifey who brought me into the fandom (and pairing!).
Comments: My first DGM fic. Blargh! I'm not completely happy with it, as I had too many views of what I wanted to do with the scenario. In the end I just let my fingers do the thinking. I'm not really sure what to label this - comedic minor lime? Pffft, whatever. I give up. XD
She knows he is at the door before he opens it, but refuses to open her eyes. It's a game they played once, though she isn't sure if he remembers. Then again, it's a silly thing to consider - he does remember, of course, because he isn't one to forget things. Forgetting things means losing control, and he refuses to let that through his fingers, gripping it tightly even when it's hardly necessary. But then, he rarely thinks or ponders upon the meaning of his character, and as such refuses to change it.
The door closes behind him with no effort to keep silent, it hardly being courteous of the two within the room after all, and certainly not sentient. She can hear him move toward her now as he pulls the band from his hair, and she can smell the earth as he comes closer. She has always been minorly surprised at the scent - he smells of dirt and leaves and warm rain and fall, instead of cold steel and sharp metal.
Despite doing her best to imitate sleep, her muscles tense as he comes to stand beside her, and she winces automatically as his boot connects with her rump in a no-nonsense manner. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Lenalee?"
"Damn it, Kanda!" she snaps, uncurling from her spot on the foot of his bed. "You can at least take off your shoes!" She turns her most ferocious glare on him as she wipes at her butt, too busy scowling to check to see if his boots had any mud or other nasty things that might have been transferred to her bottom.
He grunts in his accustomed manner and turns away, setting his sword on the table beside the hourglass, and Lenalee automatically looks elsewhere. He never hides that glass-encased lotus from her, but he ignores it when she is here - thus, she finds herself avoiding it. "You're late. You were supposed to come back a week ago." He grunts again, hardly one to explain to her his whereabouts, and she sighs as she falls back against his bed, stretching lazily. Her clothes are in a fastidious pile beneath the bed, a place where nothing but dust tends to gather. Lenalee cleans it every time she comes, and is more than half convinced Kanda leaves it so dirty just to annoy her when she comes by. "You could at least look happier to see me."
"Why did you break the lock this time?" he asks abruptly, already out of his coat and in the process of neatly hanging it beside his door.
She rolls to her side and watches him as he finally turns to face her, leaning back against the wall. "I lost the key," she finally mutters when it is apparent he is not taking off the rest of his clothing. Kanda's once-pristine white shirt is a splotchy, lightly muddy brown, and she wonders how he managed to fall into a muddy bunch of water. A pond, maybe? It couldn't have been a puddle - not with that much staining.
"You always lose them," he comments now, apparently comfortable standing and having no intent of coming nearer. Lenalee's frown apparently intimidates him not one bit, and he looked out the window, watching the horizon. Dusk pulls the sun down with invisible hands, and it will soon be their time. But it is not their time yet, not with light still flying through the window.
He notices, then, that she has put curtains there. They are dark and heavy and he is shocked that he didn't notice them before.
Lenalee knows when he notices, and smiles when his eyes cut to her in a demanding question. She sits up then, that faint smile still flickering across her lips, and tilts her head toward that traitorous window, letting light in when all she wants is night and stars and Kanda, who never looks at her the same when the sun owns the sky. "Night never comes fast enough," she says then, laughing as he frowns.
//
His hands fumble and trace and tickle in the darkness, but this time it's different, and she can feel it. His pattern changes, heavy here, light there, and she shivers when expectation becomes surprise. His room is rarely empty of light, for the stars and moon are glad to intrude, but the curtains cover their view from the outside. Instead the setting sun peeks around the edges, filters shyly through the room, and changes everything.
He is naked beneath her fingertips, but gives her no freedom to explore the way he is re-exploring her. Her hands twist and curl in his hair in time to her whispers and moans, and she writhes impatiently in the confinement of her silly pink kitten-spotted pajamas, annoyed with cloth that sticks to her sweaty skin, hissing in frustration when his hands retreat from bare skin to attack with cotton between them.
"Kanda!" she snaps, tugging his hair as sharply as she dares, thrill and anger curling in her belly as he laughs softly against her shoulder, and hot breath filters through her shirt.
"Lenalee," he mocks, and grabs at her knee before she kicks him again. If she fights any more, they will both fall off the narrow bed, and--
"Kanda," a different - but very familiar - voice calls suddenly, accompanied by panicked pounding on his door. "Hey, Kanda, are you still awake? We need to find Lenalee before--"
Lenalee jerks from his hold and rolls until she hits the wall with a squeak, and Kanda rolls to glare at the door, ready to snarl at the person behind it. She bites back a hysterical giggle and remembers finally why night is their only time together.
One day, she thinks wistfully, they will find time outside this place.
Sometime before sundown.
: Kanda Yuu & Lenalee Lee
Sundown
Gift: For steel-popsicle, my wonderful wifey who brought me into the fandom (and pairing!).
Comments: My first DGM fic. Blargh! I'm not completely happy with it, as I had too many views of what I wanted to do with the scenario. In the end I just let my fingers do the thinking. I'm not really sure what to label this - comedic minor lime? Pffft, whatever. I give up. XD
She knows he is at the door before he opens it, but refuses to open her eyes. It's a game they played once, though she isn't sure if he remembers. Then again, it's a silly thing to consider - he does remember, of course, because he isn't one to forget things. Forgetting things means losing control, and he refuses to let that through his fingers, gripping it tightly even when it's hardly necessary. But then, he rarely thinks or ponders upon the meaning of his character, and as such refuses to change it.
The door closes behind him with no effort to keep silent, it hardly being courteous of the two within the room after all, and certainly not sentient. She can hear him move toward her now as he pulls the band from his hair, and she can smell the earth as he comes closer. She has always been minorly surprised at the scent - he smells of dirt and leaves and warm rain and fall, instead of cold steel and sharp metal.
Despite doing her best to imitate sleep, her muscles tense as he comes to stand beside her, and she winces automatically as his boot connects with her rump in a no-nonsense manner. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Lenalee?"
"Damn it, Kanda!" she snaps, uncurling from her spot on the foot of his bed. "You can at least take off your shoes!" She turns her most ferocious glare on him as she wipes at her butt, too busy scowling to check to see if his boots had any mud or other nasty things that might have been transferred to her bottom.
He grunts in his accustomed manner and turns away, setting his sword on the table beside the hourglass, and Lenalee automatically looks elsewhere. He never hides that glass-encased lotus from her, but he ignores it when she is here - thus, she finds herself avoiding it. "You're late. You were supposed to come back a week ago." He grunts again, hardly one to explain to her his whereabouts, and she sighs as she falls back against his bed, stretching lazily. Her clothes are in a fastidious pile beneath the bed, a place where nothing but dust tends to gather. Lenalee cleans it every time she comes, and is more than half convinced Kanda leaves it so dirty just to annoy her when she comes by. "You could at least look happier to see me."
"Why did you break the lock this time?" he asks abruptly, already out of his coat and in the process of neatly hanging it beside his door.
She rolls to her side and watches him as he finally turns to face her, leaning back against the wall. "I lost the key," she finally mutters when it is apparent he is not taking off the rest of his clothing. Kanda's once-pristine white shirt is a splotchy, lightly muddy brown, and she wonders how he managed to fall into a muddy bunch of water. A pond, maybe? It couldn't have been a puddle - not with that much staining.
"You always lose them," he comments now, apparently comfortable standing and having no intent of coming nearer. Lenalee's frown apparently intimidates him not one bit, and he looked out the window, watching the horizon. Dusk pulls the sun down with invisible hands, and it will soon be their time. But it is not their time yet, not with light still flying through the window.
He notices, then, that she has put curtains there. They are dark and heavy and he is shocked that he didn't notice them before.
Lenalee knows when he notices, and smiles when his eyes cut to her in a demanding question. She sits up then, that faint smile still flickering across her lips, and tilts her head toward that traitorous window, letting light in when all she wants is night and stars and Kanda, who never looks at her the same when the sun owns the sky. "Night never comes fast enough," she says then, laughing as he frowns.
//
His hands fumble and trace and tickle in the darkness, but this time it's different, and she can feel it. His pattern changes, heavy here, light there, and she shivers when expectation becomes surprise. His room is rarely empty of light, for the stars and moon are glad to intrude, but the curtains cover their view from the outside. Instead the setting sun peeks around the edges, filters shyly through the room, and changes everything.
He is naked beneath her fingertips, but gives her no freedom to explore the way he is re-exploring her. Her hands twist and curl in his hair in time to her whispers and moans, and she writhes impatiently in the confinement of her silly pink kitten-spotted pajamas, annoyed with cloth that sticks to her sweaty skin, hissing in frustration when his hands retreat from bare skin to attack with cotton between them.
"Kanda!" she snaps, tugging his hair as sharply as she dares, thrill and anger curling in her belly as he laughs softly against her shoulder, and hot breath filters through her shirt.
"Lenalee," he mocks, and grabs at her knee before she kicks him again. If she fights any more, they will both fall off the narrow bed, and--
"Kanda," a different - but very familiar - voice calls suddenly, accompanied by panicked pounding on his door. "Hey, Kanda, are you still awake? We need to find Lenalee before--"
Lenalee jerks from his hold and rolls until she hits the wall with a squeak, and Kanda rolls to glare at the door, ready to snarl at the person behind it. She bites back a hysterical giggle and remembers finally why night is their only time together.
One day, she thinks wistfully, they will find time outside this place.
Sometime before sundown.