Japanese!Actress Anon Meme!
J!ACTRESS ANON MEME!!!
You know how there are so many different JE!fic anon memes out there? Well, what about their leading ladies? They deserve as much fic love as the boys do. Which is where this comes in!
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You know how there are so many different JE!fic anon memes out there? Well, what about their leading ladies? They deserve as much fic love as the boys do. Which is where this comes in!
Request in the comments! Anon is on, IP logging is off.
Who I Want: (Girl or girls or girl/girl or girl/boy or whatever related to the ( Read more... )
Haru dreams of the mountains and fresh air and the peace it brings her. The air is growing thinner, and it's harder to breathe, and only then does she wake to discover that Ichito has crawled across the floor to her. "Ichi-san," she murmurs, still half-asleep. It's still very dark and there's a chill because he's pulled her blankets away, but his body is warm.
"Haru, I'm sorry," he says with his straightforward honesty. "I should let you sleep. I'm very sorry for being impulsive."
"I don't mind," she replies because she's missed him just as much. And because he's already woken her up so his apology doesn't help.
It would be easier with some light on, but the hands that heal find her in the darkness with little trouble. He kisses her cheek once, twice and then he pulls down her pajama bottoms and panties. "Haru," he mumbles, and for once his mind is right here and not with the hospital and the problems he can't always fix.
She gasps quietly as he slips a finger within her, then another, stroking her gently so she'll be ready for him. She loves the feeling of his hands on her, his fingers inside her. He's gone so much, and she is too on her own shoots that these times are precious. This closeness and intimacy is precious. Haru prays that maybe this time will be the one to change their future, her body adjusting to accommodate him as he parts her legs and enters her.
He's a little rough, a little desperate. It could be the late hour and his sleep deprivation. It could be simple desire, and she welcomes it because she knows that he loves her, wants her so badly. "Haru Haru Haru," he's whispering in the dark, and she holds him tight in her arms. It's over shortly after, and she kisses him. She'll go to the shrine tomorrow and pray.
He moves to return to his own futon but she refuses, kissing him on his sweaty forehead and fumbling around in the dark for her blankets. She pulls them up and over both of them, and he obediently remains with her. Tomorrow he has more people to care for, but tonight he's the patient in need of comfort.
"Good night, Ichi-san," she says, safe and warm in his arms.
"Good night, Haru."
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