ficish thing
Two in the morning, and Mulan's breathing was steady and even in the darkness. Peppo tossed in her bed. Soft as it was, she couldn't get comfortable. Warm as the evening, her hands were ice cold. And she was... lonely. For no reason at all. She'd seen Shinkurou that day. They'd had a lovely date, a picnic lunch and a walk along the treeline, and he'd kissed her at the doorstep without even blushing, and she had felt herself fall a little bit more in love. And a little bit deeper into despair. She sighed, tears burning in her eyes. She tossed the sheets back and quietly snuck out of bed.
She didn't really remember where his cabin was, and it was hard to navigate camp in the dark. Hard to see landmarks and familiar turns. The moon was muffled by cloud cover; she picked her way with a hand in front of her, to catch herself if she fell. When she got there, and she was fairly certain it was the right cabin, the door creaked as it opened. She clenched her jaw anxiously, but there were no sounds from inside besides light snoring, sighs of sleep. No shots at the door or spells thrown against an intruder. She slipped inside, her flats near silent on the cabin floor.
Kaiji's bed was in the middle against the back wall. She remembered. The cabin was very dark; her eyes adjusted slowly, as she stumbled quietly through the room. He was sleeping well, it seemed. Slow breaths, curled on his side, looking younger and gentler in the darkness. Peppo stepped out of her flats and pulled the light sheet aside, easing herself down and hoping not to wake him.
"Nnn..." Kaiji tensed and pulled back, his eyes flying open. Recognition dawned slowly. His voice was a harsh whisper. "Peppo? What...?"
"I needed you," she said, sliding her arms around him and pressing in close. He held her almost instinctively.
"...okay. It's okay." He was so warm, but Peppo still shivered. Kiss me, she pleaded silently, wanting to be wanted and... just wanting. She tilted her face up, and couldn't tell if he understood or just wanted it as well, but he kissed her then, one hand at the small of her back pulling her close. And she wanted. Needed, maybe. She opened her mouth and their tongues tangled, stroked, teased. She fought not to moan, fisting her hands in his nightshirt. They kissed until her head spun and then kept going, clinging to each other, legs tangling and hips pressing. He wrapped an arm around her, then, and rolled until he was on top, the kiss breaking with the movement. It was just as well; she gasped at the sudden pressure, hooking a leg over his hip. Too much. They were going to be punished any moment, but... they weren't. Testing it, she tilted her hips, and had to bite her lip hard to keep from moaning. After so long, it felt amazing, shocking, sensual. Kaiji dropped his head to her neck, kissing there, his breathing ragged. She shifted her hips again and his breath hitched against her skin. "Shit," he breathed, hand dropping below her waist, up the very short skirt of her nightgown.
"Kaiji... god, Kaiji." He was awkward. He didn't know the right angles, the right grip. His strokes were uneven and jerky, and she loved every one. She reached down and shifted his hand, and it smoothed out, into something she could thrust into and that made her whimper with need. And Kaiji looked down at her with something akin to wonder in his eyes. She grabbed his hair and kissed him.
It was over quickly. No wonder, it had been so long. She lay panting, the hem of her dress sticky and damp. She wanted more, but knew he'd be loud. She wanted to do something for him, but virgins came with built in megaphones. He leaned over her, eyes bright, eager, lustful. He wanted. Something in Peppo's chest tingled with warmth, and she couldn't deny him.
"Lie back." She slid her hand over his stomach, then under his waistband. He gasped as he fingers closed around him, and she shhhh'd him quietly. She stroked gently at first, and he didn't know what to do with himself. His hips twitched up into her hand, his breathing came fast and shallow. Peppo tightened her grip, sped her movements, and he seemed to lose control of his body. He arched and squeezed his eyes shut, mouth open and breath catching, holding, then rushing out in moans. She wanted to lower her mouth, but... this was enough. He came hard and quickly, biting down on his hand to muffle the cry. It didn't work very well. Peppo crawled back up his body, licking at his mouth as he caught his breath, and he brushed his lips against hers in gentle kisses. She stripped her dress off and wiped them both clean, sliding her hands up his ribs. "Give me your shirt."
He obeyed, stripping it off and handing it to her. It smelled of laundry soap and Kaiji, masculine and clean. She slipped it over her head. Modesty was key, in her situation... but not with Kaiji. She didn't need to hide from him who she was. It made her heart beat a little faster, and when she curled up against his chest she caught his mouth again, and the kiss was deep and firm. He held her close after, face buried in her hair.
And as Peppo lay in his arms, she was happy. His breathing evened out, his grip became heavy. "Kaiji?" There was no response, but she lowered her whisper, and her words were barely louder than a breath.
"I love you."
She didn't really remember where his cabin was, and it was hard to navigate camp in the dark. Hard to see landmarks and familiar turns. The moon was muffled by cloud cover; she picked her way with a hand in front of her, to catch herself if she fell. When she got there, and she was fairly certain it was the right cabin, the door creaked as it opened. She clenched her jaw anxiously, but there were no sounds from inside besides light snoring, sighs of sleep. No shots at the door or spells thrown against an intruder. She slipped inside, her flats near silent on the cabin floor.
Kaiji's bed was in the middle against the back wall. She remembered. The cabin was very dark; her eyes adjusted slowly, as she stumbled quietly through the room. He was sleeping well, it seemed. Slow breaths, curled on his side, looking younger and gentler in the darkness. Peppo stepped out of her flats and pulled the light sheet aside, easing herself down and hoping not to wake him.
"Nnn..." Kaiji tensed and pulled back, his eyes flying open. Recognition dawned slowly. His voice was a harsh whisper. "Peppo? What...?"
"I needed you," she said, sliding her arms around him and pressing in close. He held her almost instinctively.
"...okay. It's okay." He was so warm, but Peppo still shivered. Kiss me, she pleaded silently, wanting to be wanted and... just wanting. She tilted her face up, and couldn't tell if he understood or just wanted it as well, but he kissed her then, one hand at the small of her back pulling her close. And she wanted. Needed, maybe. She opened her mouth and their tongues tangled, stroked, teased. She fought not to moan, fisting her hands in his nightshirt. They kissed until her head spun and then kept going, clinging to each other, legs tangling and hips pressing. He wrapped an arm around her, then, and rolled until he was on top, the kiss breaking with the movement. It was just as well; she gasped at the sudden pressure, hooking a leg over his hip. Too much. They were going to be punished any moment, but... they weren't. Testing it, she tilted her hips, and had to bite her lip hard to keep from moaning. After so long, it felt amazing, shocking, sensual. Kaiji dropped his head to her neck, kissing there, his breathing ragged. She shifted her hips again and his breath hitched against her skin. "Shit," he breathed, hand dropping below her waist, up the very short skirt of her nightgown.
"Kaiji... god, Kaiji." He was awkward. He didn't know the right angles, the right grip. His strokes were uneven and jerky, and she loved every one. She reached down and shifted his hand, and it smoothed out, into something she could thrust into and that made her whimper with need. And Kaiji looked down at her with something akin to wonder in his eyes. She grabbed his hair and kissed him.
It was over quickly. No wonder, it had been so long. She lay panting, the hem of her dress sticky and damp. She wanted more, but knew he'd be loud. She wanted to do something for him, but virgins came with built in megaphones. He leaned over her, eyes bright, eager, lustful. He wanted. Something in Peppo's chest tingled with warmth, and she couldn't deny him.
"Lie back." She slid her hand over his stomach, then under his waistband. He gasped as he fingers closed around him, and she shhhh'd him quietly. She stroked gently at first, and he didn't know what to do with himself. His hips twitched up into her hand, his breathing came fast and shallow. Peppo tightened her grip, sped her movements, and he seemed to lose control of his body. He arched and squeezed his eyes shut, mouth open and breath catching, holding, then rushing out in moans. She wanted to lower her mouth, but... this was enough. He came hard and quickly, biting down on his hand to muffle the cry. It didn't work very well. Peppo crawled back up his body, licking at his mouth as he caught his breath, and he brushed his lips against hers in gentle kisses. She stripped her dress off and wiped them both clean, sliding her hands up his ribs. "Give me your shirt."
He obeyed, stripping it off and handing it to her. It smelled of laundry soap and Kaiji, masculine and clean. She slipped it over her head. Modesty was key, in her situation... but not with Kaiji. She didn't need to hide from him who she was. It made her heart beat a little faster, and when she curled up against his chest she caught his mouth again, and the kiss was deep and firm. He held her close after, face buried in her hair.
And as Peppo lay in his arms, she was happy. His breathing evened out, his grip became heavy. "Kaiji?" There was no response, but she lowered her whisper, and her words were barely louder than a breath.
"I love you."