Drabble: Lady-Kanda (Lastnightswish) "Lilies"
Title: Lilies
Characters: lastnightswish and notpapa
Note: BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT, OKAY?! Also: this song.
For the life of him, out of all the tiny details that he should have been paying attention to at the moment, there were really only two things he could focus on. Three, actually, but he was trying rather hard to ignore the third one.
The first was that Kanda had two beauty marks. One, he'd known about for a while: it was just at her pulse-point, right beneath her jaw. The other was in a very precarious spot between her breasts: almost - but not quite - over her heart.
The second was the way her skin smelled very faintly of... something. Some sort of flower. Lilies? Or perhaps it was lavender. Maybe even cherry blossoms. It certainly wasn't roses; Kanda wasn't much of a "rose" sort of woman.
Kanda brought one of her hands down from where it had been resting above her head, and rested it against his cheek. He took a deep breath, and turned his head to press his lips to her palm. It wasn't really a kiss; it wasn't really not a kiss, either.
"Should prob'ly get up, yeah?" he wasn't sure why he couldn't seem to bring himself to talk above a whisper.
One of her eyes opened, bright and blue. It watched him for a moment, and he could have sworn it rolled a little before she shut it again, "Probably."
He felt the pad of her thumb brush along his bottom lip - he had to fight to keep from pressing a kiss to it - before the rest of her fingers slid into his hair. His head ducked down at the touch, and he let out a low, hushed sort of groan in the back of his throat before he could even swallow it down.
His nose brushed along her belly, which tensed slightly, tickled, and he breathed in deep.
Lilies...
The third thing that he'd come to recognize - the thing that he'd been trying so hard to ignore - was the way that she fit between his hands: small and limber, but not fragile. Never fragile. Porcelain, compared to the ink stains on his fingers. Like a puzzle piece that shouldn't fit, but still somehow did. His hands were cupped beneath her back, soaking in the sweat that still clung to her skin. He wondered, somewhere in the back of his mind, if there would be any inky fingerprints along her back, if he looked.
She nudged at him a little, silently telling him to get up, you Old Hare. But he didn't. Rather, he tilted his head a little to brush a kiss on her naval. Followed by another on her stomach, another over the beauty mark that wasn't quite over her heart, one at her collar, another at the beauty mark over her pulse-point, and finally... her lips.
"... in a few more minutes," he rumbled.
Characters: lastnightswish and notpapa
Note: BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT, OKAY?! Also: this song.
For the life of him, out of all the tiny details that he should have been paying attention to at the moment, there were really only two things he could focus on. Three, actually, but he was trying rather hard to ignore the third one.
The first was that Kanda had two beauty marks. One, he'd known about for a while: it was just at her pulse-point, right beneath her jaw. The other was in a very precarious spot between her breasts: almost - but not quite - over her heart.
The second was the way her skin smelled very faintly of... something. Some sort of flower. Lilies? Or perhaps it was lavender. Maybe even cherry blossoms. It certainly wasn't roses; Kanda wasn't much of a "rose" sort of woman.
Kanda brought one of her hands down from where it had been resting above her head, and rested it against his cheek. He took a deep breath, and turned his head to press his lips to her palm. It wasn't really a kiss; it wasn't really not a kiss, either.
"Should prob'ly get up, yeah?" he wasn't sure why he couldn't seem to bring himself to talk above a whisper.
One of her eyes opened, bright and blue. It watched him for a moment, and he could have sworn it rolled a little before she shut it again, "Probably."
He felt the pad of her thumb brush along his bottom lip - he had to fight to keep from pressing a kiss to it - before the rest of her fingers slid into his hair. His head ducked down at the touch, and he let out a low, hushed sort of groan in the back of his throat before he could even swallow it down.
His nose brushed along her belly, which tensed slightly, tickled, and he breathed in deep.
Lilies...
The third thing that he'd come to recognize - the thing that he'd been trying so hard to ignore - was the way that she fit between his hands: small and limber, but not fragile. Never fragile. Porcelain, compared to the ink stains on his fingers. Like a puzzle piece that shouldn't fit, but still somehow did. His hands were cupped beneath her back, soaking in the sweat that still clung to her skin. He wondered, somewhere in the back of his mind, if there would be any inky fingerprints along her back, if he looked.
She nudged at him a little, silently telling him to get up, you Old Hare. But he didn't. Rather, he tilted his head a little to brush a kiss on her naval. Followed by another on her stomach, another over the beauty mark that wasn't quite over her heart, one at her collar, another at the beauty mark over her pulse-point, and finally... her lips.
"... in a few more minutes," he rumbled.