[Fic] Drabbles: D.Gray-man
Hmm, only two D.Gray-man fics? Weird. I have like sixteen on my computer.
The first time she asks him, Lavi vehemently denies her. She pouts at him, pink lips turning down in obvious displeasure, and he almost, almost gives in.
The next time she asks, he's in the midst of rolling her skirt down over her hips. He's so startled that he almost says yes. When he tells her no again, she huffs at him, gets to her feet and walks out the door. He glares after her, frustrated and so hard that it begins to hurt. He kicks the bathroom door on his way in.
The third and final time she asks him, he says yes. He's panting, twisting a finger inside of her and she moans it into his ear. He tells her that that's cheating. She giggles quietly and tells him that she knows.
And that is how Lavi ends up on his hands and knees, black lace stockings rolled down to his knees, skirt pushed up to bunch around his waist with the smooth tip of a wooden cock pressing into him. When he shudders and moans, Lenalee smiles and tells him in the sweetest of voices: I told you so.
♥
Kanda and Allen are two of the most beautiful people that she knows. Some may not find them beautiful in the conventional sense, after all, they have their share of scars. After the fourth level no one would dare look at Allen with his scarred chest and his bruises and burns and call him pretty, but she loves them both all the same. Watching them interact with each other is like watching a natural disaster, all the more beautiful and deadly.
They are arguing again, loudly and in the middle of the sparring room, surrounded on all sides by curious exorcists and founders. From where she's standing she can't tell exactly why they are fighting, just catches glimpses of silken hair and gritted teeth, flashes of shining steel and brilliant white past the other exorcists. She spares a glimpse at the rain streaking the nearby window and sighs. It's always like this on rainy days. She hates rainy days.
She's trying to decide whether she should intervene or not when she feels a hand on her shoulder, breath hot against the nape of her neck.
"Just let them fight it out, they need it."
Lavi flashes a smile in her direction, and turns his gaze away from her, towards them and there's something in his eye, something strange and primal- the same look he gets when he's immersed in one of his records. She is watching him watch them and he turns back towards her and grins just a little, licking his lips and saying-
"Plus, they are awfully pretty to look at."
Her eyes widen, and she looks away from Lavi with a blush burning on her cheeks. There's just something about his expression that makes her feel as if he's turning every move they make into something sexual, more suggestive than it already is.
Allen cries out in triumph from where he has Kanda pinned against the floor, leans forward to whisper something into Kanda's ear. The color that graces Kanda's cheeks is not quite pink, but it's close. She turns away from the scene, giggling a bit and trying not to wonder just what Allen said to make Kanda go that particular shade. She starts to open her mouth to say something to Lavi- maybe make light of the situation-
Lavi's gaze is dark and intense, so focused on Allen and Kanda that he doesn't even notice her looking at him. She wonders if perhaps he's engraving the image into his memory, the way that he does with some of his records. She sees that expression on his face and she knows without a shred of doubt. She walks away from them and knows that he won't miss her.
She's glad that her room is down the hall from theirs. She would really, really hate to be Krory tonight.
The first time she asks him, Lavi vehemently denies her. She pouts at him, pink lips turning down in obvious displeasure, and he almost, almost gives in.
The next time she asks, he's in the midst of rolling her skirt down over her hips. He's so startled that he almost says yes. When he tells her no again, she huffs at him, gets to her feet and walks out the door. He glares after her, frustrated and so hard that it begins to hurt. He kicks the bathroom door on his way in.
The third and final time she asks him, he says yes. He's panting, twisting a finger inside of her and she moans it into his ear. He tells her that that's cheating. She giggles quietly and tells him that she knows.
And that is how Lavi ends up on his hands and knees, black lace stockings rolled down to his knees, skirt pushed up to bunch around his waist with the smooth tip of a wooden cock pressing into him. When he shudders and moans, Lenalee smiles and tells him in the sweetest of voices: I told you so.
♥
Kanda and Allen are two of the most beautiful people that she knows. Some may not find them beautiful in the conventional sense, after all, they have their share of scars. After the fourth level no one would dare look at Allen with his scarred chest and his bruises and burns and call him pretty, but she loves them both all the same. Watching them interact with each other is like watching a natural disaster, all the more beautiful and deadly.
They are arguing again, loudly and in the middle of the sparring room, surrounded on all sides by curious exorcists and founders. From where she's standing she can't tell exactly why they are fighting, just catches glimpses of silken hair and gritted teeth, flashes of shining steel and brilliant white past the other exorcists. She spares a glimpse at the rain streaking the nearby window and sighs. It's always like this on rainy days. She hates rainy days.
She's trying to decide whether she should intervene or not when she feels a hand on her shoulder, breath hot against the nape of her neck.
"Just let them fight it out, they need it."
Lavi flashes a smile in her direction, and turns his gaze away from her, towards them and there's something in his eye, something strange and primal- the same look he gets when he's immersed in one of his records. She is watching him watch them and he turns back towards her and grins just a little, licking his lips and saying-
"Plus, they are awfully pretty to look at."
Her eyes widen, and she looks away from Lavi with a blush burning on her cheeks. There's just something about his expression that makes her feel as if he's turning every move they make into something sexual, more suggestive than it already is.
Allen cries out in triumph from where he has Kanda pinned against the floor, leans forward to whisper something into Kanda's ear. The color that graces Kanda's cheeks is not quite pink, but it's close. She turns away from the scene, giggling a bit and trying not to wonder just what Allen said to make Kanda go that particular shade. She starts to open her mouth to say something to Lavi- maybe make light of the situation-
Lavi's gaze is dark and intense, so focused on Allen and Kanda that he doesn't even notice her looking at him. She wonders if perhaps he's engraving the image into his memory, the way that he does with some of his records. She sees that expression on his face and she knows without a shred of doubt. She walks away from them and knows that he won't miss her.
She's glad that her room is down the hall from theirs. She would really, really hate to be Krory tonight.