happy new year, a fic preview
Mmmmm, this was supposed to be part of the 12 days thing (and I'm still going to go though on that, though obviously it is very much delayed T_____T) but then the New Year's drabble I was working on for cynicalism fizzled out and died, so I'll just post this instead.
It's a preview of a fic I've been working on for the past...oh, two months or so? Yeah. I think I might have wishfully considered writing 50,000 words, but right now - setting myself reasonable goals is more key.
Anyway, I present to you: Honey of the Moon!
"Promise me you'll hang out with other people besides Jin while I'm away."
She laughs, a little shakily. "Worried about the boys in Tokyo?"
He presses another kiss against her cheek. "Always."
A mutual decision is made to turn off their cellphones. Maki suggests that maybe, they should clean the apartment, clear the rest of her boxes away so it looks like she actually lives there, but Yamapi overrides her with one twist of the button on her jeans. He draws a circle around her belly button, and says firmly, "Bed. Now."
He picks her up, and her protests are half-hearted. "It would have only been an half hour, honestly, Tomo --!" She gasps as he drops her onto their bed. "I could think of something much nicer to do for half an hour. All day, actually." He grins at her, and tugs down her jeans further, revealing the blush pink of her underwear. Maki sits up and helps him take off his black tshirt, her hands lingering on his biceps. "I'm going to miss these," she sighs.
"Just my arms?"
Maki lies back and considers, tries to keep her composure as he slowly unbuttons her shirt, his thumb rubbing against her skin. "Your stomach--" and he leans down and licks her collarbone, "your ah, Momo," and she smacks his ass, with a giggle. Yamapi kisses her nose. "And?"
His jeans are in the way, Maki decides, and she fumbles at his belt. It makes a satisfying thwick sound as she pulls it free, and her fingers find the zipper. Yamapi is absolutely still now, his breaths shallow and uneven. "I'll miss your...." and Maki smiles, and hooks her leg over his so that he lies flat against her, her hand trapped between them. "...Face. I'll miss your face."
He groans and pushes hard against her. "Maaaaaaki."
Her eyes glance up at him innocently. "What? I will." She moves her fingers, and Yamapi leans in and captures her lips with his own.
It takes a while before she can speak coherently again. Maki yawns and looks over at Yamapi, who's watching her with a contented smile. "Hey," she says, and pokes him in the chest. "I....I think I'm going to need the four months to recover. I'm serious, I need at least a drink of water."
"Is that a hint for me to get you one?"
She bats her eyelashes. "Yes, please." He mock-grumbles, and gets out of bed, wincing a little. "Maybe I did over do it a little," he admits.
Maki tosses a pillow at him. "You're going away to Los Angeles for four months, not to war."
He wiggles his ass at her. "You love it."
The second pillow smacks him in the middle of his back.
"And put on some underwear!"
"I'm just going to take it off again when I get back!"
The next time is much more gentle and languid - he finds himself spooned against her, his arm underneath hers, their breathing slow and measured. He nuzzles where her neck meets her shoulder and inhales the mingled scent of sweat, sex, and something else - a lingering sweetness that he suspects is deep beyond her skin. He rocks against her, feels her becoming pliant and slippery soft underneath his touch.
"Don't stop," Maki says breathlessly.
"I won't."
It's a preview of a fic I've been working on for the past...oh, two months or so? Yeah. I think I might have wishfully considered writing 50,000 words, but right now - setting myself reasonable goals is more key.
Anyway, I present to you: Honey of the Moon!
"Promise me you'll hang out with other people besides Jin while I'm away."
She laughs, a little shakily. "Worried about the boys in Tokyo?"
He presses another kiss against her cheek. "Always."
A mutual decision is made to turn off their cellphones. Maki suggests that maybe, they should clean the apartment, clear the rest of her boxes away so it looks like she actually lives there, but Yamapi overrides her with one twist of the button on her jeans. He draws a circle around her belly button, and says firmly, "Bed. Now."
He picks her up, and her protests are half-hearted. "It would have only been an half hour, honestly, Tomo --!" She gasps as he drops her onto their bed. "I could think of something much nicer to do for half an hour. All day, actually." He grins at her, and tugs down her jeans further, revealing the blush pink of her underwear. Maki sits up and helps him take off his black tshirt, her hands lingering on his biceps. "I'm going to miss these," she sighs.
"Just my arms?"
Maki lies back and considers, tries to keep her composure as he slowly unbuttons her shirt, his thumb rubbing against her skin. "Your stomach--" and he leans down and licks her collarbone, "your ah, Momo," and she smacks his ass, with a giggle. Yamapi kisses her nose. "And?"
His jeans are in the way, Maki decides, and she fumbles at his belt. It makes a satisfying thwick sound as she pulls it free, and her fingers find the zipper. Yamapi is absolutely still now, his breaths shallow and uneven. "I'll miss your...." and Maki smiles, and hooks her leg over his so that he lies flat against her, her hand trapped between them. "...Face. I'll miss your face."
He groans and pushes hard against her. "Maaaaaaki."
Her eyes glance up at him innocently. "What? I will." She moves her fingers, and Yamapi leans in and captures her lips with his own.
It takes a while before she can speak coherently again. Maki yawns and looks over at Yamapi, who's watching her with a contented smile. "Hey," she says, and pokes him in the chest. "I....I think I'm going to need the four months to recover. I'm serious, I need at least a drink of water."
"Is that a hint for me to get you one?"
She bats her eyelashes. "Yes, please." He mock-grumbles, and gets out of bed, wincing a little. "Maybe I did over do it a little," he admits.
Maki tosses a pillow at him. "You're going away to Los Angeles for four months, not to war."
He wiggles his ass at her. "You love it."
The second pillow smacks him in the middle of his back.
"And put on some underwear!"
"I'm just going to take it off again when I get back!"
The next time is much more gentle and languid - he finds himself spooned against her, his arm underneath hers, their breathing slow and measured. He nuzzles where her neck meets her shoulder and inhales the mingled scent of sweat, sex, and something else - a lingering sweetness that he suspects is deep beyond her skin. He rocks against her, feels her becoming pliant and slippery soft underneath his touch.
"Don't stop," Maki says breathlessly.
"I won't."