Drabble: Butterfly (teasingblades) "Crash"
Title: Crash
Character: Yu Kanda teasingblades and L.A.V.I. explosiverabbit
Note: Pre-DR. Best experienced listening to this, followed by this. First draft; the only editing that took place was formatting.
For all intents and purposes, Lavi really had not expected her to follow the hand on the back of her neck as it pulled her to him. And he had definitely not expected her to meet him in that frenzied kiss.
Her lips were firm, demanding, and still slightly chapped from traveling home through the desert after the mission in Salisbury. And yet, chapped or not, unexpected or not, it was far from disappointing; rather, it was almost everything he thought it would be, and yet somehow still better, though he suspected that it was because that it was so unexpected.
What in the hell are you doing?
It was a question he kept asking his muddled brain over and over again. What in the hell are you doing, what in the hell are you thinking? What possessed you into thinking that this was such a fucking good idea?
He found he only had one answer to that, and one answer only, as much as his alcohol-addled brain had not wanted to accept it.
I'm kissing a pretty girl.
Nevermind who she was, nevermind how much he already hated himself for doing it, and nevermind how he was doomed to be hated for the rest of his natural-born life.
I'm kissing a pretty girl. I'm kissing Yu.
Except, she was doing far more than just kissing.
Though, he was only vaguely aware of it, at first. Only vaguely aware of her hands as they pawed at his homemade belt buckle - put together ingeniously with some wire, brass, and a couple of rare bottlecaps - or of the way she was, for the lack of a better term, whipping him straight out of his trousers.
Oh god. Her mouth. It was so distracting. The way she kissed, full of no-nonsense mettle that it made him dizzy. He'd known the woman was capable of tearing a man in two, but he hadn't realized how right he was.
It was no wonder Daisya hadn't wanted to let her go.
The thought made him choke on his own air, and his hands met her shoulders, ready to push her away. No, we can't do this. We can't do this, Yu.
Except...
She was already rolling the bottom of that robe - that goddamn silk robe - up over her thighs, the fabric clinging to her body, causing her to shiver. Or, perhaps it was the chill in the bar.
"Yu-"
"Shut the fuck up."
And she shut him the fuck up, meeting him in another kiss.
Someone's going to walk in. Sprout, maybe, looking for some of the flavored tonic. Or Mouse, looking for Yu. This was a horrible idea. What in the hell are you doing?
The thought was cut off as she brought one leg over his, settling down over him and using the hair on the back of his head to tip his head backwards, to tilt his mouth up, and press him into the edge of the bar and into another fierce kiss.
She was a fucking furnace.
She moaned; a soft, delicious sound, one that left his blood boiling and him making a pathetic whimper into her mouth.
Or, maybe it just sounded pathetic beneath all of the internal protests which were getting easier and easier to ignore. Perhaps it was more of a frustrated growl. His hands responded before the rest of him, immediately falling to her hips and guiding her into a steady rhythm.
No, Yu. Like this.
There wasn't any room to explore; no time. There wasn't time to memorize every inch of her, every tiny flaw and imperfection, even if he had come to notice the beauty mark between her breasts, or the scar on her thigh from one of his earliest Tease prototypes. The mounting tension forbade it. His body was aching worse than during those horrid nights on the road, when he would kill for a goddamn whiskey.
There just wasn't any time, and that was fine with him. In the end, having no time meant that there would be far less to regret.
She threw her head back, and he kissed her neck, tasting the salt and taking in the scent of Jasmine incense and vanilla shisha.
She came first, with a shuddering moan that wasn't anything like he would have imagine to come from her. It wasn't calm, held together, or poised, even under the breaking point. Rather, it was feral, unraveling. He could feel her unraveling around him, eyes flashing and teeth gritting and God, she was a fucking furnace.
And it unraveled him before he had even realized it. His nails dug into her skin, and he tucked his head under her chin as he came undone completely; quiet and contained. Funny, how the tides turned.
The only thing he was aware of, as his heart began to slow, was the way the edge of the bar was digging into his back, and the way that his shirt was clinging to the sweat on his skin.
Yu was staring at him. Several strands of hair were sticking to the sweat beading along her forehead and trailing down her neck and chest. Just staring, her face a blank canvas.
He wished he could tell what she was thinking.
Lavi reached up, hoping to brush the hair away from her face, and she turned her head.
"No."
He put his hand down.
"No."
Yu stared at nothing for a moment before slowly pulling herself up and lowering the robe again; her legs were still wobbling.
"Yu..."
"No."
She ran her hand over her hair as she stepped backward, feet padding quietly along the stone floor.
"Yu, where in the hell do you think-"
"This didn't happen."
Even she looked surprised at the words. Lavi opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off again.
"This. Never. Happened."
And she was walking away again, before he could stop her. He watched her leave, listening as she stepped out of the bar and down the hall, then looked down at his hands.
He could still feel her skin.
Of course.
"... what never happened, Yu?"
Character: Yu Kanda teasingblades and L.A.V.I. explosiverabbit
Note: Pre-DR. Best experienced listening to this, followed by this. First draft; the only editing that took place was formatting.
For all intents and purposes, Lavi really had not expected her to follow the hand on the back of her neck as it pulled her to him. And he had definitely not expected her to meet him in that frenzied kiss.
Her lips were firm, demanding, and still slightly chapped from traveling home through the desert after the mission in Salisbury. And yet, chapped or not, unexpected or not, it was far from disappointing; rather, it was almost everything he thought it would be, and yet somehow still better, though he suspected that it was because that it was so unexpected.
What in the hell are you doing?
It was a question he kept asking his muddled brain over and over again. What in the hell are you doing, what in the hell are you thinking? What possessed you into thinking that this was such a fucking good idea?
He found he only had one answer to that, and one answer only, as much as his alcohol-addled brain had not wanted to accept it.
I'm kissing a pretty girl.
Nevermind who she was, nevermind how much he already hated himself for doing it, and nevermind how he was doomed to be hated for the rest of his natural-born life.
I'm kissing a pretty girl. I'm kissing Yu.
Except, she was doing far more than just kissing.
Though, he was only vaguely aware of it, at first. Only vaguely aware of her hands as they pawed at his homemade belt buckle - put together ingeniously with some wire, brass, and a couple of rare bottlecaps - or of the way she was, for the lack of a better term, whipping him straight out of his trousers.
Oh god. Her mouth. It was so distracting. The way she kissed, full of no-nonsense mettle that it made him dizzy. He'd known the woman was capable of tearing a man in two, but he hadn't realized how right he was.
It was no wonder Daisya hadn't wanted to let her go.
The thought made him choke on his own air, and his hands met her shoulders, ready to push her away. No, we can't do this. We can't do this, Yu.
Except...
She was already rolling the bottom of that robe - that goddamn silk robe - up over her thighs, the fabric clinging to her body, causing her to shiver. Or, perhaps it was the chill in the bar.
"Yu-"
"Shut the fuck up."
And she shut him the fuck up, meeting him in another kiss.
Someone's going to walk in. Sprout, maybe, looking for some of the flavored tonic. Or Mouse, looking for Yu. This was a horrible idea. What in the hell are you doing?
The thought was cut off as she brought one leg over his, settling down over him and using the hair on the back of his head to tip his head backwards, to tilt his mouth up, and press him into the edge of the bar and into another fierce kiss.
She was a fucking furnace.
She moaned; a soft, delicious sound, one that left his blood boiling and him making a pathetic whimper into her mouth.
Or, maybe it just sounded pathetic beneath all of the internal protests which were getting easier and easier to ignore. Perhaps it was more of a frustrated growl. His hands responded before the rest of him, immediately falling to her hips and guiding her into a steady rhythm.
No, Yu. Like this.
There wasn't any room to explore; no time. There wasn't time to memorize every inch of her, every tiny flaw and imperfection, even if he had come to notice the beauty mark between her breasts, or the scar on her thigh from one of his earliest Tease prototypes. The mounting tension forbade it. His body was aching worse than during those horrid nights on the road, when he would kill for a goddamn whiskey.
There just wasn't any time, and that was fine with him. In the end, having no time meant that there would be far less to regret.
She threw her head back, and he kissed her neck, tasting the salt and taking in the scent of Jasmine incense and vanilla shisha.
She came first, with a shuddering moan that wasn't anything like he would have imagine to come from her. It wasn't calm, held together, or poised, even under the breaking point. Rather, it was feral, unraveling. He could feel her unraveling around him, eyes flashing and teeth gritting and God, she was a fucking furnace.
And it unraveled him before he had even realized it. His nails dug into her skin, and he tucked his head under her chin as he came undone completely; quiet and contained. Funny, how the tides turned.
The only thing he was aware of, as his heart began to slow, was the way the edge of the bar was digging into his back, and the way that his shirt was clinging to the sweat on his skin.
Yu was staring at him. Several strands of hair were sticking to the sweat beading along her forehead and trailing down her neck and chest. Just staring, her face a blank canvas.
He wished he could tell what she was thinking.
Lavi reached up, hoping to brush the hair away from her face, and she turned her head.
"No."
He put his hand down.
"No."
Yu stared at nothing for a moment before slowly pulling herself up and lowering the robe again; her legs were still wobbling.
"Yu..."
"No."
She ran her hand over her hair as she stepped backward, feet padding quietly along the stone floor.
"Yu, where in the hell do you think-"
"This didn't happen."
Even she looked surprised at the words. Lavi opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off again.
"This. Never. Happened."
And she was walking away again, before he could stop her. He watched her leave, listening as she stepped out of the bar and down the hall, then looked down at his hands.
He could still feel her skin.
Of course.
"... what never happened, Yu?"