[Fic] Eyeshield 21 - More Than Words
Title: More Than Words
Author: dayofcaligula
Ratings/Warnings: Wholesome, not so naughty NC-17.
Pairing/Character(s): Unsui Kongo/Karin Koizumi
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21 or any of its characters.
Summary: After washing his hands, Unsui kneeled in front of her as she sat on their bathroom counter, dragged his hand through her leg up to her hip, and looked up at her with concern.
A/N: This is dedicated to cherry_tiger for appreciating unsuikarin! I hope this inspires you to go wherever you wish or the flow of your story would go. This story is influenced by I Won't Let You Go by James Morrison. Yes, mainstream music has that effect on me sometimes. I hope this didn't come out as too forceful.
After washing his hands, Unsui kneeled in front of her as she sat on their bathroom counter, dragged his hand through her leg up to her hip, and looked up at her with concern.
"Don't look so glum." Karin said, smiling.
He frowned, but nevertheless slowly pulled away her skin from the bandage, layer by layer, on her lower right leg.
"Does it still hurt?"
"A bit, yes."
"I know you hate this, so close your eyes." He warned as he was about to remove everything.
"Well, I'd rather just look at you."
"You seem quite positive for someone who just had a surgery."
"Among other things, it's because I can rest."
After making sure the entirety of the bandage was gone, he put it in a plastic bag for disposal. He thereafter washed his hands again and began cleaning the stitched wound with warm wet cloth, gentle enough so as not to hurt her.
".... It's the first time I've seen this. It's quite severe."
"It's going to heal. It's just like those times when we'll get through with and wait for you to heal before a major game. Only, it's my turn."
"Doesn't take away my worry."
"Does it look terrible?"
"No, your incision's clean." He continued, rubbing a dry cloth ever so lightly this time.
"Aren't you supposed to go somewhere? I can do this on my own, you see."
"I don't think this is subject for compromise. And since when did that come from you?"
"I absorb and learn from you. But, I do feel I somehow need you here.... Your mother's right. You're someone who's going to stop doing anything just to help anyone, aren't you? I love and hate that about you."
"I haven't heard that from you. All I know is that there's no need to think about doing what's right. Or at least what I think is right."
"But still."
"What?" After washing his hands for the third time, he took the new set of bandage and rolled it to the proper area.
"I'm thinking, what if I get to that phase of feeling inadequately too preoccupied and you're no longer here to be the prima facie evidence that it's not worth it to be in that situation."
"Isn't that being selfish?"
"You're being too selfless. Where's the balance for you?"
He sighed, conflicted, and said in the end: "I know I'm not solitary anymore. I just don't like this."
"Don't let what had happened to me make you reevaluate what's not necessary anymore. You have to take care of yourself as well, and not only for me."
"I know."
"Let's just not brood around the dark recesses of our minds."
"I still feel bad I wasn't there to prevent this." After he washed his hands for the last time, he went back to her and kissed her temple.
"Well, you can do something to make me forget about the pain..." She said, her hand playing with his jaw.
"Aren't you tired?"
"Not much. You've been taking care of me all day."
"Alright, not that I don't want to take the offer in the first place."
He parted her legs, with extra care with the injured one, and placed himself between her knees.
"I will be very careful." He smiled playfully at her, as his hand went to her lower back.
"I won't dodge." She laughed silently when he turned away a little.
"That sounds very inappropriate right now."
"OK, how about... 'I missed this'?" She put her arms on his shoulders, looked at him with eager anticipation, and kissed his chest right where the heart is.
"Better."
She closed her eyes when he kissed her deeply, building up the mood. She opened her mouth when he initiated gaining more access, their tongues meeting in well-known movements. Then from her lower back, he gradually caressed her bottom. His lips moved to her neck and collarbone, as she trailed wet kisses on his head, her hands stroking his chest and back. She undid his shirt as he pulled her dress up effortlessly. She sighed a few, writhing, when he sucked and licked her breasts longingly, focusing on her nipples and underside, as if drowning in her. He went back to kissing her, his hand going through her body until his fingers reached her inner thigh for a tease, lightly feeling her through her underwear. Her breath hitched.
She was smiling at him as he slowly got rid of her underwear. When he moved to kissing her as he gently pulled her hair, it was her turn to lower his boxers. He grunted when she touched his erection. She turned his face to her for a kiss while stroking his member, biting his lower lip afterwards and indicating that she's ready.
He kissed her nose and ear before he penetrated her without waiting for a moment, thrusting into her as she inhaled sharply, making her achor her left leg, guiding, as he started to move; her right hand grasped a side of his thigh.
They looked at each other with intensity and with that certain happiness, but she knew he knew that she couldn't move properly, so he eagerly progressed the rhythm on his own, as she clung to him, digging his muscular back, as if breaking it as he went faster and faster.
"I love you," he said hoarsely, consumed by her.
He kissed her chin when she turned her head up whispering his name in her orgasm. Then she let go of that soft ecstatic moan that always brings him to his edge, coming inside her. She tightened her grip to him and didn't let go as he kissed her hair, both gasping for breath.
When she finally looked at him, back to her senses, she smiled, glowing, and said: "My lipstick's on your face. It's messy." After which, she tried rubbing it off of his face with her thumb.
"I'm not going anywhere. And I still want to kiss you." He said, thankful that her leg didn't get affected in the process since she didn't react about it, then pressed his mouth to her kiss-swollen lips anyway.
Author: dayofcaligula
Ratings/Warnings: Wholesome, not so naughty NC-17.
Pairing/Character(s): Unsui Kongo/Karin Koizumi
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21 or any of its characters.
Summary: After washing his hands, Unsui kneeled in front of her as she sat on their bathroom counter, dragged his hand through her leg up to her hip, and looked up at her with concern.
A/N: This is dedicated to cherry_tiger for appreciating unsuikarin! I hope this inspires you to go wherever you wish or the flow of your story would go. This story is influenced by I Won't Let You Go by James Morrison. Yes, mainstream music has that effect on me sometimes. I hope this didn't come out as too forceful.
After washing his hands, Unsui kneeled in front of her as she sat on their bathroom counter, dragged his hand through her leg up to her hip, and looked up at her with concern.
"Don't look so glum." Karin said, smiling.
He frowned, but nevertheless slowly pulled away her skin from the bandage, layer by layer, on her lower right leg.
"Does it still hurt?"
"A bit, yes."
"I know you hate this, so close your eyes." He warned as he was about to remove everything.
"Well, I'd rather just look at you."
"You seem quite positive for someone who just had a surgery."
"Among other things, it's because I can rest."
After making sure the entirety of the bandage was gone, he put it in a plastic bag for disposal. He thereafter washed his hands again and began cleaning the stitched wound with warm wet cloth, gentle enough so as not to hurt her.
".... It's the first time I've seen this. It's quite severe."
"It's going to heal. It's just like those times when we'll get through with and wait for you to heal before a major game. Only, it's my turn."
"Doesn't take away my worry."
"Does it look terrible?"
"No, your incision's clean." He continued, rubbing a dry cloth ever so lightly this time.
"Aren't you supposed to go somewhere? I can do this on my own, you see."
"I don't think this is subject for compromise. And since when did that come from you?"
"I absorb and learn from you. But, I do feel I somehow need you here.... Your mother's right. You're someone who's going to stop doing anything just to help anyone, aren't you? I love and hate that about you."
"I haven't heard that from you. All I know is that there's no need to think about doing what's right. Or at least what I think is right."
"But still."
"What?" After washing his hands for the third time, he took the new set of bandage and rolled it to the proper area.
"I'm thinking, what if I get to that phase of feeling inadequately too preoccupied and you're no longer here to be the prima facie evidence that it's not worth it to be in that situation."
"Isn't that being selfish?"
"You're being too selfless. Where's the balance for you?"
He sighed, conflicted, and said in the end: "I know I'm not solitary anymore. I just don't like this."
"Don't let what had happened to me make you reevaluate what's not necessary anymore. You have to take care of yourself as well, and not only for me."
"I know."
"Let's just not brood around the dark recesses of our minds."
"I still feel bad I wasn't there to prevent this." After he washed his hands for the last time, he went back to her and kissed her temple.
"Well, you can do something to make me forget about the pain..." She said, her hand playing with his jaw.
"Aren't you tired?"
"Not much. You've been taking care of me all day."
"Alright, not that I don't want to take the offer in the first place."
He parted her legs, with extra care with the injured one, and placed himself between her knees.
"I will be very careful." He smiled playfully at her, as his hand went to her lower back.
"I won't dodge." She laughed silently when he turned away a little.
"That sounds very inappropriate right now."
"OK, how about... 'I missed this'?" She put her arms on his shoulders, looked at him with eager anticipation, and kissed his chest right where the heart is.
"Better."
She closed her eyes when he kissed her deeply, building up the mood. She opened her mouth when he initiated gaining more access, their tongues meeting in well-known movements. Then from her lower back, he gradually caressed her bottom. His lips moved to her neck and collarbone, as she trailed wet kisses on his head, her hands stroking his chest and back. She undid his shirt as he pulled her dress up effortlessly. She sighed a few, writhing, when he sucked and licked her breasts longingly, focusing on her nipples and underside, as if drowning in her. He went back to kissing her, his hand going through her body until his fingers reached her inner thigh for a tease, lightly feeling her through her underwear. Her breath hitched.
She was smiling at him as he slowly got rid of her underwear. When he moved to kissing her as he gently pulled her hair, it was her turn to lower his boxers. He grunted when she touched his erection. She turned his face to her for a kiss while stroking his member, biting his lower lip afterwards and indicating that she's ready.
He kissed her nose and ear before he penetrated her without waiting for a moment, thrusting into her as she inhaled sharply, making her achor her left leg, guiding, as he started to move; her right hand grasped a side of his thigh.
They looked at each other with intensity and with that certain happiness, but she knew he knew that she couldn't move properly, so he eagerly progressed the rhythm on his own, as she clung to him, digging his muscular back, as if breaking it as he went faster and faster.
"I love you," he said hoarsely, consumed by her.
He kissed her chin when she turned her head up whispering his name in her orgasm. Then she let go of that soft ecstatic moan that always brings him to his edge, coming inside her. She tightened her grip to him and didn't let go as he kissed her hair, both gasping for breath.
When she finally looked at him, back to her senses, she smiled, glowing, and said: "My lipstick's on your face. It's messy." After which, she tried rubbing it off of his face with her thumb.
"I'm not going anywhere. And I still want to kiss you." He said, thankful that her leg didn't get affected in the process since she didn't react about it, then pressed his mouth to her kiss-swollen lips anyway.