Five fast vignettes...
As promised in my LJ, here are some of the stories that I've been sending morgankit that are either the result of artwork that she sent me, or to inspire artwork for her to send me. They range from sweet to steamy to downright shocking. So read at your own risk.
Title: "Lazy Fridays"
Pairing: Kyuzo/Nasami
Rating: R, AU
"Lazy Fridays"
It was too good a chance to pass up. A gorgeous autumn day, not much work to worry about, and for ONCE, not having Ukyo and Tessai telling them they needed to be somewhere at the crack of dawn the next day. So as soon as the two of them were out of the room, Kyuzo glanced over at Nasami, grabbed her hand, and the two of them ditched work. Hopping onto the back of Kyuzo's motorcycle, Nasami sitting behind him with her arms around his waist, they headed for their favorite secluded spot in the park on the edge of town - a small grove of trees that overlooked the city.
Nasami sighed happily as she climbed off the bike and pushed her long windblown hair out of her face.
"God, I feel better already," she said, stretching her arms and tilting back her face to feel the sun. Then she turned around to Kyuzo, who was just getting off the bike, and gave him a long look.
"Have I told you recently how unbelievably hot you look when you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Lounge on that bike in that leather jacket."
"Several times."
"Good."
He gave her one of his rare smiles, then sprawled out on the grass, using his jacket to cushion his head. Nasami stretched out next to him, setting her backpack down beside them and pulling out a bottle of wine.
He gave her a slightly perplexed look. "Where'd you get that?"
"Picked some up earlier and forgot to take it out of my pack. Shall we?"
They opened the bottle, but not having glasses, they took turns taking sips straight from the bottle. When the bottle was almost empty, Nasami held it up and squinted at it.
"You want the last of this?"
"Sure."
He reached for it, but their fingers touched, the bottle slipped from her grasp and spilled the last of the wine on her chest.
"Oops. Sorry."
"Don't be." He bent his head and brushed his lips along her chest, his tongue lightly flicking out to catch the taste of the wine on his lips. Nasami moaned slightly and stretched out on her back, slightly arching her body. He took advantage of the opportunity to pull her t-shirt from her jeans, memorizing every inch of her breasts with his tongue, and she groaned.
"Too bad there wasn't more wine left," he murmured against her skin.
Nasami gave a faintly breathless chuckle and reached behind her to pull a second bottle from her pack.
"You were saying...?"
Title: "Late Night Lullaby"
Pairing: Kyuzo/Nasami
Rating: PG-13, AU
"Late Night Lullaby"
Kyuzo loved the sound of rain. Against the roof, against the windows, while he stood in the dark, enjoying the peaceful stillness.
"It's like music," he heard in a faint murmur, and he looked over to see Nasami was in the doorway, with only her long white hair covering her.
"Yes," he whispered. Reaching out, he caught a long tress of white hair in his fingers, feeling its silkiness against his hand as he let it slide across his palm. "Care to dance?"
He wrapped one arm around her waist to pull her close, laced the fingers of his other hand through hers, and slowly guided her toward their bed. As they reached the foot of the bed, he gracefully turned and dipped her backwards, quickly stealing a moment to trail kisses down her body, then he lowered her to the bed.
And all night long, they danced the most basic dance of all to the rhythm of the rain.
Title: "All to Myself"
Pairing: Kambei/Nasami
Rating: R
"All to Myself"
He was bored. He knew that he shouldn't be, but he was bored. Yet another evening of polite conversation, entertaining others, politicking, all the things that went with being a daimyo. But by all the gods, he just wanted these people out of his house.
"Anata?" he heard, and he turned just as Nasami lightly touched his arm in concern. "Are you all right?" Her voice was low enough to keep others from hearing.
He didn't answer, but she could read him well enough to know what he was thinking.
"It's just another two hours," she whispered, dropping her hand to gently squeeze his knee where the others couldn't see under the table. "Then they'll be gone."
"And then what?" he asked her. But before she could answer, another round of discussions began, demanding his attention. While Nasami was actually the true lord of the province, she often let her husband handle these matters while she focused more on the court games she'd grown up with.
While he turned his attention to the samurai speaking, Nasami opened a fan and held it just in front of her face to hide her lips.
"I want you, you know," she whispered so only he could hear her, and she let her fingers trail upward from Kambei's knee.
Outwardly, one would never have known that the samurai heard her, but she could feel the sudden tension in his body.
"I know you can't wait for them to leave. And heaven knows I can't... I love this kimono, but I can't wait to get out of it." Her fingers began making light circles along the inside of his thigh, and Kambei's hand tightened on his sake cup.
"And it's going to rain tonight... a cool breeze on my body would feel just heavenly." Her fingers moved still further upward until they were dangerously close to his groin.
"I can almost feel it now, caressing my skin."
He just barely managed to hide his shiver from the others in the room, but Nasami caught it, and she let her hand rest lightly against his hardness.
"And I'll have you..." She gave him a lingering caress, and heard the faint hiss of breath through his teeth as she wrapped her fingers around the length of him.
"All..." A long, slow stroke.
"... to..." A second stroke.
"... myself." A third, and now she could see the slight sheen of sweat on Kambei's brow. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, and she moistened her lips with her tongue as she gave him one last squeeze before removing her hand.
While Kambei struggled to remember the thread of the discussion, Nasami allowed herself a slow smile of satisfaction. She'd promised him before they were married that life with her would never be boring.
And marriage was all about keeping promises...
Title: "The Song of the Nightengale Floor"
Pairing: Kambei/Nasami
Rating: R
"The Song of the Nightengale Floor" (the sequel to "All to Myself")
It was common for daimyo and other ranking nobles to take precautionary measures in their homes. With assassination a fact of life in their day and age, one couldn't be too careful. Nasami and Kambei were no different, and the master suite at Kyuden Shiden'issen was as secure as secure could be.
But the cleverest by far was was how it was impossible for someone to sneak into the room undetected.
That night, the song of the nightengale floor made a sweet counterpoint to Nasami's moans of pleasure as Kambei made love to his wife again and again and again.
It was the delicate melody beneath Kambei's cries of ecstasy as she brought him to one peak of pleasure after another.
And it was the gentle lull against the rumbling of thunder outside as the two writhed and arched and moved on the floor, finding every way they could to gratify themselves in one another.
Title: "A Day at the Beach"
Pairing: Shichiroji/Nasami
Rating: R, AU
"A Day at the Beach"
"Roji, stop it!" Nasami shrieked as she came sprinting down the shoreline. Her hair streaming out behind her as she ran, her sarong skirt and shoulder wrap fluttering in the breeze, she dashed through the surf trying to outrun Shichiroji, who was constantly stopping to splash her. Eventually, he brought her down with a flying tackle, and the two landed in a heap in the shallow waves that lapped against the shore.
"Ugh, sand," Shichiroji spat, wiping damp sand from his face, but Nasami let out a groan.
"Damn it, Roji, now I"m soaked."
"You're wearing a bathing suit under those, so take them off to dry," he suggested.
"They wouldn't be wet if you hadn't done that," she groused, climbing to her feet. Shichiroji could only stare as she peeled off the wet shoulder wrap and sarong skirt, revealing a body that was only barely covered by the bikini she wore underneath.
His eyes were wide as he took in the fullness of her breasts, then they travelled down the length of her body to take in the lush curves of her hips, and her long legs.
"See, now why in the world you'd want to hide that?" Shichiroji remarked once he got his voice back, openly admiring what he saw, even as she punched him in the arm. "But you've still got sand all over yourself."
"And whose fault is that?" She began brushing it from her skin, when Shichiroji moved to her side with a grin.
"Allow me. After all, like you said..."
He began industriously brushing the sand from her body, and taking full advantage of every opportunity to enjoy whatever parts of her he could reach.
"It is my fault."
"Roji, stop- I can- would you-" She then gave an outraged gasp as her bikini top slithered to the sand. "YOU-"
"Oops, sorry about that. Allow me to provide you with some coverage for modesty." He promptly put one hand on each of her breasts, ignoring her loud exclamation. As his fingers gently massaged her, her complaints dwindled into faint sighs.
His hands slid all over her, helped along by the suntan oil she'd applied earlier, and soon she was breathless in his arms.
"And what... would you have done... if these..." - her fingers lightly touched the bottom half of her bikini - "had come off?"
A moment later, it joined her top on the sand.
"Like that? Oh, I'd just have to..."
He pulled her down to the surf with him.
"Cover you up..."
Title: "Lazy Fridays"
Pairing: Kyuzo/Nasami
Rating: R, AU
"Lazy Fridays"
It was too good a chance to pass up. A gorgeous autumn day, not much work to worry about, and for ONCE, not having Ukyo and Tessai telling them they needed to be somewhere at the crack of dawn the next day. So as soon as the two of them were out of the room, Kyuzo glanced over at Nasami, grabbed her hand, and the two of them ditched work. Hopping onto the back of Kyuzo's motorcycle, Nasami sitting behind him with her arms around his waist, they headed for their favorite secluded spot in the park on the edge of town - a small grove of trees that overlooked the city.
Nasami sighed happily as she climbed off the bike and pushed her long windblown hair out of her face.
"God, I feel better already," she said, stretching her arms and tilting back her face to feel the sun. Then she turned around to Kyuzo, who was just getting off the bike, and gave him a long look.
"Have I told you recently how unbelievably hot you look when you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Lounge on that bike in that leather jacket."
"Several times."
"Good."
He gave her one of his rare smiles, then sprawled out on the grass, using his jacket to cushion his head. Nasami stretched out next to him, setting her backpack down beside them and pulling out a bottle of wine.
He gave her a slightly perplexed look. "Where'd you get that?"
"Picked some up earlier and forgot to take it out of my pack. Shall we?"
They opened the bottle, but not having glasses, they took turns taking sips straight from the bottle. When the bottle was almost empty, Nasami held it up and squinted at it.
"You want the last of this?"
"Sure."
He reached for it, but their fingers touched, the bottle slipped from her grasp and spilled the last of the wine on her chest.
"Oops. Sorry."
"Don't be." He bent his head and brushed his lips along her chest, his tongue lightly flicking out to catch the taste of the wine on his lips. Nasami moaned slightly and stretched out on her back, slightly arching her body. He took advantage of the opportunity to pull her t-shirt from her jeans, memorizing every inch of her breasts with his tongue, and she groaned.
"Too bad there wasn't more wine left," he murmured against her skin.
Nasami gave a faintly breathless chuckle and reached behind her to pull a second bottle from her pack.
"You were saying...?"
Title: "Late Night Lullaby"
Pairing: Kyuzo/Nasami
Rating: PG-13, AU
"Late Night Lullaby"
Kyuzo loved the sound of rain. Against the roof, against the windows, while he stood in the dark, enjoying the peaceful stillness.
"It's like music," he heard in a faint murmur, and he looked over to see Nasami was in the doorway, with only her long white hair covering her.
"Yes," he whispered. Reaching out, he caught a long tress of white hair in his fingers, feeling its silkiness against his hand as he let it slide across his palm. "Care to dance?"
He wrapped one arm around her waist to pull her close, laced the fingers of his other hand through hers, and slowly guided her toward their bed. As they reached the foot of the bed, he gracefully turned and dipped her backwards, quickly stealing a moment to trail kisses down her body, then he lowered her to the bed.
And all night long, they danced the most basic dance of all to the rhythm of the rain.
Title: "All to Myself"
Pairing: Kambei/Nasami
Rating: R
"All to Myself"
He was bored. He knew that he shouldn't be, but he was bored. Yet another evening of polite conversation, entertaining others, politicking, all the things that went with being a daimyo. But by all the gods, he just wanted these people out of his house.
"Anata?" he heard, and he turned just as Nasami lightly touched his arm in concern. "Are you all right?" Her voice was low enough to keep others from hearing.
He didn't answer, but she could read him well enough to know what he was thinking.
"It's just another two hours," she whispered, dropping her hand to gently squeeze his knee where the others couldn't see under the table. "Then they'll be gone."
"And then what?" he asked her. But before she could answer, another round of discussions began, demanding his attention. While Nasami was actually the true lord of the province, she often let her husband handle these matters while she focused more on the court games she'd grown up with.
While he turned his attention to the samurai speaking, Nasami opened a fan and held it just in front of her face to hide her lips.
"I want you, you know," she whispered so only he could hear her, and she let her fingers trail upward from Kambei's knee.
Outwardly, one would never have known that the samurai heard her, but she could feel the sudden tension in his body.
"I know you can't wait for them to leave. And heaven knows I can't... I love this kimono, but I can't wait to get out of it." Her fingers began making light circles along the inside of his thigh, and Kambei's hand tightened on his sake cup.
"And it's going to rain tonight... a cool breeze on my body would feel just heavenly." Her fingers moved still further upward until they were dangerously close to his groin.
"I can almost feel it now, caressing my skin."
He just barely managed to hide his shiver from the others in the room, but Nasami caught it, and she let her hand rest lightly against his hardness.
"And I'll have you..." She gave him a lingering caress, and heard the faint hiss of breath through his teeth as she wrapped her fingers around the length of him.
"All..." A long, slow stroke.
"... to..." A second stroke.
"... myself." A third, and now she could see the slight sheen of sweat on Kambei's brow. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, and she moistened her lips with her tongue as she gave him one last squeeze before removing her hand.
While Kambei struggled to remember the thread of the discussion, Nasami allowed herself a slow smile of satisfaction. She'd promised him before they were married that life with her would never be boring.
And marriage was all about keeping promises...
Title: "The Song of the Nightengale Floor"
Pairing: Kambei/Nasami
Rating: R
"The Song of the Nightengale Floor" (the sequel to "All to Myself")
It was common for daimyo and other ranking nobles to take precautionary measures in their homes. With assassination a fact of life in their day and age, one couldn't be too careful. Nasami and Kambei were no different, and the master suite at Kyuden Shiden'issen was as secure as secure could be.
But the cleverest by far was was how it was impossible for someone to sneak into the room undetected.
That night, the song of the nightengale floor made a sweet counterpoint to Nasami's moans of pleasure as Kambei made love to his wife again and again and again.
It was the delicate melody beneath Kambei's cries of ecstasy as she brought him to one peak of pleasure after another.
And it was the gentle lull against the rumbling of thunder outside as the two writhed and arched and moved on the floor, finding every way they could to gratify themselves in one another.
Title: "A Day at the Beach"
Pairing: Shichiroji/Nasami
Rating: R, AU
"A Day at the Beach"
"Roji, stop it!" Nasami shrieked as she came sprinting down the shoreline. Her hair streaming out behind her as she ran, her sarong skirt and shoulder wrap fluttering in the breeze, she dashed through the surf trying to outrun Shichiroji, who was constantly stopping to splash her. Eventually, he brought her down with a flying tackle, and the two landed in a heap in the shallow waves that lapped against the shore.
"Ugh, sand," Shichiroji spat, wiping damp sand from his face, but Nasami let out a groan.
"Damn it, Roji, now I"m soaked."
"You're wearing a bathing suit under those, so take them off to dry," he suggested.
"They wouldn't be wet if you hadn't done that," she groused, climbing to her feet. Shichiroji could only stare as she peeled off the wet shoulder wrap and sarong skirt, revealing a body that was only barely covered by the bikini she wore underneath.
His eyes were wide as he took in the fullness of her breasts, then they travelled down the length of her body to take in the lush curves of her hips, and her long legs.
"See, now why in the world you'd want to hide that?" Shichiroji remarked once he got his voice back, openly admiring what he saw, even as she punched him in the arm. "But you've still got sand all over yourself."
"And whose fault is that?" She began brushing it from her skin, when Shichiroji moved to her side with a grin.
"Allow me. After all, like you said..."
He began industriously brushing the sand from her body, and taking full advantage of every opportunity to enjoy whatever parts of her he could reach.
"It is my fault."
"Roji, stop- I can- would you-" She then gave an outraged gasp as her bikini top slithered to the sand. "YOU-"
"Oops, sorry about that. Allow me to provide you with some coverage for modesty." He promptly put one hand on each of her breasts, ignoring her loud exclamation. As his fingers gently massaged her, her complaints dwindled into faint sighs.
His hands slid all over her, helped along by the suntan oil she'd applied earlier, and soon she was breathless in his arms.
"And what... would you have done... if these..." - her fingers lightly touched the bottom half of her bikini - "had come off?"
A moment later, it joined her top on the sand.
"Like that? Oh, I'd just have to..."
He pulled her down to the surf with him.
"Cover you up..."