All the Months After

Nov 07, 2011 14:14

Title: All The Months After
Series: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Rating: R-18 (NSFW)

Summary: De-anon for this prompt on clampkink. Kurogane has ways of dealing with pain, but Fay's way might be more fun. Worst summary ever. Kurogane/Fay genderswap fic.



'No.'

A light, breathy chuckle answered. 'But, Kuro-sama...'

She gritted her teeth. 'No, witch.'

And turned away from the hurt she saw flare in those blue eyes. Fay could pout all she liked. No meant no right now.

Kurogane scowled. No would mean no for the next few days too.

She hefted her wooden sword, and strode to the centre of the wooden training floor, took up her stance. Her back was straight, her arms steady; nothing at all gave away the fact that at that very moment, she felt as though some invisible opponent had stuck a rusted blade into her abdomen and was proceeding to drag it back and forth. Horribly, agonisingly slowly.

A thousand sword strokes. That was the best way to deal with this particular problem. It was how she'd always dealt with it, ever since the cursed... curse had befallen her at age 12. Her father had made her some sort of tea, which eased, if not relieved the excruciating clench in her lower belly, and then her mother had taken her out to the practice ground and stood beside her, matched Kurogane swing for swing until she grew exhausted enough to sleep.

And thus she had continued ever since.

A thousand sword strokes. If the pain was still bad after that, well, another thousand never hurt.

It was the way Suwa women lived.

She grimaced as she felt the plastic edge of the thing brush her innermost thigh. That was something else she still couldn't get used to - the feel of something synthetic and alien so close to... little Kurogane. In Nihon, they used natural materials for such purposes; things that could be washed in the privacy of the evening, things that were handled with the proper discretion and care, things that nobody needed to see or talk about.

Not things that idiotic blonde witches bought in bulk and stored in the damned manjuu, for fuck's sake, because, 'We might not land on another modern world for ages, Kuro-sulk, and I like this brand' - the brand of those other things that the shameless witch insisted on using instead of Kurogane's things, because they were 'more comfortable'.

She snorted at that. However many years Fay truly had under her belt, one look at Celes said she'd spent most of them without the benefit of tamp... other things. The witch had gotten spoilt, that's all - reliant on pink packaging and slim-fits and hot water bottles and little white pills...

Fuck! She clenched her jaw and refused to bend to the sudden stabbing in her left side.

The entire business was just such a raging pain, even before she'd ever had to factor Fay into it. She was sick to the back teeth of it, and, ow, fuck, that hurt...

Kurogane raised her wooden sword, ready to swing, and jumped at something brushing against her arm. Something soft.

She glanced down as Fay took a step backwards, smiling blithely. Her hands clasped behind her back made it obvious what had caught Kurogane's arm (as if she couldn't have guessed).

Kurogane wasn't in the mood for this. 'What are you doing?'

That the witch was able to get so close without her noticing was disturbing enough - four months of sharing a bed and this was the result - and the heavy ache now creeping into her thighs wasn't helping matters.

Fay folded her arms - how did she always manage to create the maximum cleavage doing that? - and tapped her chin ponderously.

'Maa, Kuro-sama is so stubborn.'

Kurogane hated that face.

'What are you talking about?'

Fay looked back at her, and beyond the half-lids, the gaze was steely. 'Every month Kuro-martyr wears herself out doing something like this, when she could quite easily take something for the pain and stop being so grumpy.'

Kurogane looked away. Not this again. It was an old argument, but only since, well, since four months had Fay been so damned persistent about it.

'Tche! If it happens in a primitive world, you can't take anything, can you?'

'We're not in a primitive world now, Kuro-cramp. Besides, that's why Mokona looks after it for us.'

That manjuu.

'And if you're in a battle situation?' Kurogane glared at Fay, keeping her face smooth against the red-hot poker rummaging in her abdomen, because she was determined to get her point across this time; because not everything unpleasant could be shrugged off with a stack of pancakes (oh, pancakes!) and a pair of Hello Kitty slippers, and Fay knew that, of course she knew it, and this time Kurogane was going to get her to admit it. 'You have to fight through the pain. You can't stop halfway to meddle with...' what the hell was that stuff anyway? '..remedies.'

Fay's smile was endlessly, infuriatingly serene, and Kurogane didn't trust it for a second.

'Yes, and we both know that you can do that when you have to. I'm wondering why you put yourself through it when you don't have to.'

Kurogane huffed. 'It's fine.'

And promptly yelped as Fay dug her bony thumbs into the space directly over where it felt like her ovaries were slowly exploding.

'Ow! You bitch!'

Fay smiled sweetly. 'Ah, so it's not fine.'

'Tche!'

The witch ceased her assault, but her hands remained over Kurogane's abdomen. Fingers slid across the cotton of her uwagi, and then gently, slowly, stroked back and forth, moved over her belly in what were probably meant to be comforting motions.

Well, it didn't feel too bad.

Anyway, there was no point pushing Fay off. She'd just cling and whine and make all this even more unpleasant than it already was. At least she was being quiet for now.

'It's fine,' Kurogane repeated, her voice now firmly back under control.

One thumb stroked slightly lower, slid into the crease of her groin, just for a second. A little jolt ran up Kurogane's spine before the thumb slipped easily away again.

She narrowed her eyes, but Fay was gazing off to the side, brow furrowed.

'If Kuro-ache wants to be a masochist, I can think of far more fun ways to go about it'

So much for quiet.

Kurogane sighed. In truth, the pain was ramping up now, which was precisely why she had wanted to skip all this talk and start training. She needed to work her body until she couldn't distinguish the heat and pull and burn of one muscle from another, until she dripped with sweat, until each step was a greater effort than the last.

Then she could take a quick, hot shower in the bathroom adjoining the dojo - the proprietors (and their current employers), this world's Kendappa and Souma, had installed a traditional bath as well, but soaking, however inviting, was strictly off-limits right now. After that, she could see about collapsing into bed in their quiet, airconditioned room.

The two men may have been just as maddening as the emperor and shinobi she'd left behind in Nihon, but they did, at least, provide generously for their employees.

In fact, she could probably manage to sleep through to tomorrow, providing Fay didn't wake her first.

(Far too often, Kurogane surfaced to find the blonde idiot buried face-first in her chest, a sheen of sweat gathering between that pale skin and her own, well... ample endowments. Not that she particularly wanted to apply that word (any word) to them, but they were what they were. Having to pull a half-conscious Fay from between them by her hair was not conducive to restful slumber.

'Idiot! You'll suffocate, sleeping like that!'

'Don't be silly, Kuro-sama. I was comfortable. Move your arm.'

'Forget it. What do you expect me to tell the kid if it happens?'

'That I died happy.'

'Tche!')

That carefree tone was decidedly absent from the witch now, though. She was still stroking Kurogane's lower belly, light, soft movement, and the ninja thought she'd have to stop her in a minute, because those thumbs were becoming rather distracting, and it just wasn't a good time...

'Witch - '

'What am I going to do with you?' Fay murmured. 'You won't take any of the medicine Mokona told us about, you won't let me work my magic.'

Kurogane stepped backwards, and didn't miss those hands caressing her battered, bruised abdomen one bit.

'I'm not swallowing anything that manjuu recommends, and you can't do healing spells, so let me do something and go-'

But Fay neatly caught her waist again, those soft hands slipping around - god, she really was soft - and then lower, across hips to gently cup the curve of Kurogane's rear.

'Who said anything about healing spells?'

It was practically a purr. The witch looked up, eyes half-lidded and dark, smile far too pleased with itself, and Kurogane knew that face. In fact, she'd already seen it (at least) once that morning.

And damn it, she'd already said no! Barely half an hour ago. In no uncertain terms.

'Witch,' she gritted, 'I told you. This isn't a good time.'

'Oh? Why not?

'Because.'

'Because why?'

'Because it isn't a good time. You know it isn't-'

Fay reached up and caught Kurogane's mouth before the last words were fully formed, lips moving languid, so soft, and then parting, her small, wet tongue slipping into Kurogane's mouth, sweeping, teasing.

A hand pulled across the back of her neck, fingers sliding into her bound hair; a wave of heat ran prickling down her spine.

Some distant part of her brain suggested training could wait.

Fay was warm and soft and had very nice lips, and so she pulled the other woman close, leaned into hungry kisses. The press of Fay's breasts against Kurogane's own sent jolts down through her stomach and felt too good to resist just then - almost good enough to made her forget that dragging ache elsewhere about her person.

In fact, a distraction might be just the thing... Kurogane pulled away from the lips, and her smile turned decidedly feral at the sound that escaped Fay. She pressed her open mouth against a soft, soft neck and worked down, leaving heat and wet and scraping teeth.

Fay gasped. 'Ah, Kuro-sama...'

'Mmm?'

'Kuro-sama...'

She trailed kisses along a collarbone. 'What are you trying to say?'

No reply. Kurogane grinned. Perhaps that wasn't surprising. Her hands were under Fay's T-shirt now, freeing tiny hooks (she'd gotten good at that). She pushed the lacy garment up, away, and let the witch's breasts fall soft and heavy into her grasp.

'If you don't say it now, you might forget,' she warned, and watched in satisfaction as Fay's face contorted in perfect time with the hands pinching and tugging at her nipples.

The witch looked up beneath heavy lashes, smile widening even as her breath quickened and caught. 'Kuro-sama... is so... ahh... selfish.'

Selfish? Kurogane raised an eyebrow, and bent to drag her tongue, quick and wet, across Fay's left nipple, pleased with the cry this drew out.

'Am I selfish?'

Then she sucked the other nipple into her mouth, swirled her tongue around it. Fay's shiver suggested she wasn't being too selfish, and yet...

'Completely selfish,' came that teasing, petulant voice again.

She looked up into hazy blue eyes and allowed a smirk. Ah, distraction really was the best way to deal with things.

(Although, goddamn it, the rusted blade now felt more like a double-headed axe assaulting her innards!)

Kurogane breathed deeply, straightening, forcing back the pain, and concentrated on the matter at hand. Where was she?

Oh, yes.

'What do you want me to do, then?'

She registered the gleam in Fay's eyes half a second after the woman had pinned her to the wall, swiftly reversing their positions, and almost choked on her surprise.

The witch looked far too pleased with herself.

'My turn, Kuro-stubborn,' she murmured. Fay hooked a finger through the tie of the ninja's shirt and pulled it free, only to grin broadly at the sight before her.

Kurogane fought against the rush of heat to her cheeks. Her breasts had been tender that morning, and so she had foregone her usual undergarment, letting the folds of the uwagi support her instead.

Now Fay's hands closed around the sensitive skin, fingers stroking, gentle, feather-light touches, and Kurogane squeezed her eyes shut, enjoyed it just for a minute, but only for a minute, because she really had to stop.

She could feel that familiar heat building, somewhere lower, deep inside her, and it just wasn't a good time...

'Kuro-sama spends so many hours torturing her poor muscles,' Fay's voice came close against her ear, 'when she really just needs to relax them.'

Kurogane's eyelids cracked open. Speaking seemed an effort suddenly. 'What are you...'

And promptly forgot the end of that sentence as she felt a slender hand push firmly between her underwear and her skin - when had it gotten into her pants? - to slide past the thing and into...

She jerked, and grabbed for the wrist.

'Stop!' she hissed.

What was the idiot thinking? Kissing and touching was one thing, but that... area was something else entirely right now, and she...

Fuck! Kurogane inhaled sharply as Fay's finger slid across her clit, slick and sensitive. Once, twice... ohh! She tried not to squeeze her thighs together as she tugged at the offending arm, and damn it, those fingers didn't stop moving.

'Get out of there! It's not a good time.'

Fay's lips curved wickedly. 'It's an excellent time, Kuro-sama.'

And then the woman's smooth knuckle pressed just so above her clit. The jolt of want it sent though her body drove her hips upwards, seeking the hand, trying to get it where she really wanted it, and fuck, her eyes flew wide, that sneaky, scheming witch!

Fay gazed back at her, cheeks flushed, hair tousled, blue eyes soft and devious. Her fingers began to move.

(I always get my way, Kuro-rin.)

Fuck, it felt good and the witch knew it too well, but Kurogane just couldn't care any more. She surged forward to crash her lips back against Fay's, mouth open and wet. The fingers didn't falter in their rhythm, and she needed more, rocked her hips insistently against the other woman's hand, harder, faster. She could feel slippery heat coiling inside her, jolts of electricity flaring as Fay's fingers circled and stroked; her muscles twitched and she pushed forward again urgently, because, god, yes, she could feel it building...

The air knocked out of her lungs as Fay slid two fingers deep inside her, pressed upwards; the motion sent sparks across her brain, and she faltered, because it felt so good, but...

'Not there,' she said hoarsely. The other place was one thing, but not down there - not now!

'Kuro-sama feels nice there,' Fay said breathlessly, and with the next thrust, a third finger slid inside her. The witch's thumb swirled about her clit, and she couldn't hold back her moan because, fuck, it just felt so good, and she wanted more, she wanted Fay deeper, harder inside her, filling her...

'Four,' Fay murmured.

And then there were four fingers pumping in and out, slick and deep. Her hips snapped forcefully, trying to drive them deeper, and the thumb flicking her clit sent sharp, jarring bursts of pleasure up her spine.

Fay's lips closed over her breast, took it in her mouth, tongue warm, wet against her nipple. Kurogane's head swam, she gasped for air, and Fay's fingers hit that spot, just there, over and over.

'I... unnh...'

And with one more thrust, the wave crashed over her. Her head thudded onto Fay's shoulder, and she was coming, fuck, so hard, thighs rigid, hips rolling wide as Fay's fingers curled inside her, drew out the waves of her orgasm until she was trembling and spent.

She slid rather gracelessly down the wall, dragging Fay with her.

'Kuro-sama got a workout after all,' came a low, sly voice.

'Mmm.'

She couldn't summon the energy to argue. The wall felt cool at her back, the wooden floor smooth under her legs. She could just...

'Ara, ara.'

Fay chuckled, and Kurogane dragged her eyes over to see what the blonde was up to now.

Then spluttered! The witch's fingers were covered in a fine film of red, and she was waggling them in the air and grinning like a lunatic.

'Stop that!'

Fay cocked her head. 'What's the matter?'

'It's disgusting!'

Kurogane struggled to stand, because like hell she was going to let the blonde idiot sit there covered in that! She needed to find a cloth or...

A hand - the other hand - tugged her back.

'Kuro-run is so cruel, seducing me in the training room and then leaving so quickly...'

Blue eyes glimmered with mirth. Kurogane's lips pulled back into a snarl. 'I'm going to get something for that, idiot!'

'It's just blood, Kuro-sama. It's your blood.'

'Tche! And you shouldn't have been anywhere near it the first place!'

'Ah, really? Kuro-gasm seemed to enjoy it, but if it bothers you that much...'

And Fay raised the bloody hand to her lips.

'Don't do that!' roared Kurogane as Fay licked the red from her skin. She grabbed the hand, too late, and yanked it away, gripped it tight.

The witch just looked at her, brow crinkled. 'It's hardly the first time I've tasted your blood, Kuro-fluster,' she said, sounding far too amused. 'In fact, I can recall a time when you all but forced it on me.'

'Never from there, though,' Kurogane muttered darkly.

There truly was no limit to Fay's shame, of that she felt certain now. She should've known it was a bad idea to let the idiot anywhere near her at a time like this, but it had felt so good, and then she'd gotten distracted...

Fay grinned, completely unperturbed by the apocalyptic scowl directed her way.

'Maa, things were a little bit different then,' she said mildly, and proceeded to crawl over Kurogane's sprawling legs, her face coming dangerously close. 'It's still part of you, though.'

Kurogane glared, because she was not going to be swayed into a kiss by hazy blue eyes and parted pink lips, even if they were criminally soft.

'Well, don't do it. It's disgusting,' she said gruffly.

But her anger was already fading.

She ran a hand discreetly across her abdomen. The ache wasn't completely gone, but the terrible, wrenching agony of before had dissolved somewhere in the space between Fay slipping into her and this moment.

Apparently satisfied, Fay snuggled into her chest. Kurogane dragged an arm that still felt far too heavy and slow to wrap around the woman in her lap, hold her close. Just to stop her fidgeting. Because she felt nice. Or something.

Dimly, she realised that at the end of her other arm, Fay's hand was still loosely curled in her grasp. She stroked her mechanical thumb over the skin, slowly.

It was a pale hand, with long, lean fingers. A hand that drew magic out of the air (somehow). A hand that flapped and flailed, kneaded and stirred, poked and prodded. A hand that, as Kurogane had discovered four months ago, could do a lot of things, in fact.

A hand that was soft and warm. So soft and warm, in fact, that it would be horrifying to remember that this same hand, a smaller version of this hand, had scraped raw against frozen stone, nails torn and skin bleeding; that its owner, a young girl, struggled against a ridiculous, impossible prison, reaching for her twin sister in another world. Another lifetime.

Which was why Kurogane didn't remember it. She simply held the hand tighter, and when a blonde head looked up enquiringly, she tucked it back under her chin (out of the way).

Plenty of things had brought them to this moment. A burning sky filled with demons, a desert prince cursed by a wicked witch, and a young woman who had sacrificed everything to save him. It was the past, and Kurogane would never forget any of it, so she didn't need to remember.

All that mattered was here and now, where she leaned, pleasantly drowsy, against the dojo wall, the pain in her abdomen fading to nothing, and with Fay curled into her, alive and warm and soft. Four months, four good months since they'd finally stopped dancing around each other, since they'd left Clow and started this journey together - the kid, the witch, the manjuu, and herself - and none of them knew how long it would go on, how many more months would be surrendered to this search.

Kurogane pressed a kiss to blonde hair, and let her head fall back against the wall, let heavy eyelids drift closed. And that was fine. She would take what the next month hurled at her, whatever that might be, and all the months after as well.

She shifted, blinked, and groaned as she realised she had fallen asleep. Fay was heavy and warm against her chest, and she might have been tempted to stay if not for a vague awareness that something - people learning things, maybe - would want this space soon.

'Oi. We need to get up.' A soft but definitely resistant moan answered. Kurogane frowned. 'Come on. Get up.'

And then sighed as the witch burrowed further into her chest. She really shouldn't have fallen asleep with her shirt open, but they'd been so tender and then Fay had...

She jumped as a warm, wet tongue ran over her nipple. Looked down to see blue eyes gleaming back at her, just before the witch closed her mouth over the tip of her breast.

'Unnh... Stop! We have to get up.'

Kurogane choked as the mouth mashed around her. 'Mmf me fomt.'

'Don't talk from there!'

Fay pulled back, licked her lips, and grinned up at Kurogane. 'No, we don't.'

And promptly resumed her ministrations, hands moving to slip over smooth, muscled sides.

Kurogane growled. 'Witch-'

The door clattering loudly open interrupted that particular remonstration. As did the girl whose gaze was steadily shifting away from the grinning white thing on her shoulder.

'I'm afraid I haven't seen Kurogane-san or Fay-san for a...'

Something about the way Syaoran gaped and turned bright red told Kurogane she saw both of them now. Fay, at least, had the tact to slide her lips off the ninja's right nipple.

A flurry of anxious, stuttered apologies erupted from the doorway, and Fay smiled brightly, tried to wave away Syaoran's discomfort with her (soft, pale) hand.

It was Kurogane's personal opinion that if the kid felt the need to apologise (each and every time), then she damn well ought to learn to knock.

She pulled the edges of her uwagi together, and stood slowly. Her limbs felt solid now, body loose, energised, despite the unorthodox sleeping position.

'You going to take the afternoon session?' she said to the girl, cutting across the fluster.

Syaoran blinked, and looked at her in surprise for a moment before nodding. The customary resolve returned to her face then, and Kurogane nodded back.

'Good.'

And she turned, grabbed the witch by the wrist and started towards their room.

Fay grinned like the cat that got the cream (all the cream in existence). 'Kuro-rin is letting Syaoran teach the class by herself this afternoon. Kuro-mama always knows exactly how to encourage our child.'

'Shut up!'

But Fay just laughed and let herself be dragged along. They walked for a minute, and then: 'You do know, Kuro-tan, that you're going the wrong way?'

'This is the way to our room.'

'Didn't you want to shower first?'

'Not yet.'

'Ah! Kuro-lazy's going to get our sheets all sweaty.'

Kurogane stopped at the door. Her mouth quirked at the lazy smile on the witch's face. 'Not just me.'

Fay blinked, and then her smile pulled wider, laughter bubbled low in her throat.

Might as well shower after payback, after all.

And Kurogane shoved the blonde inside, still chuckling; let the door slam fast behind them.

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