Skin (Magic Knight Rayearth, Eagle/Hikaru/Lantis, pg13)
Title: Skin
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: PG13/R
Prompt: - magic knight rayearth, lantis/hikaru/eagle: tattoo - how about… here?
Word count: 228
His fingers skipped down the arch of her ribs, curving against her hip, the strong muscles of her thigh. He kissed her stomach, smiling as the muscles jumped and she arched her back, and then draped his warm, heavy arm over her legs.
"Here?" Eagle said, a smile tugging at his lips--not his usual placid, veiled smile but a genuine flash of warm--and nipped her hip. Hikaru squirmed, kicking her legs, a helpless laugh bubbling out. He laved the spot with his tough, quick and damp, and she rolled over, baring her belly, and tipped her head back.
"Maybe..." She hummed. Lantis wound his fingers through her hair. They were all curled up in the big bed, bodies warm with the lassitude of afterglow, sweat drying on their skin.
The artist's sketch had been entrancing, culminating in flowing lines and the sharp spearing angle of the horn. Eagle traced the paper over her skin, tracing it down her surface of her stomach, moving the black lines against her skin, moving as she breathed.
"Here?" Lantis whispered against her collarbone, stopping Eagle's hand with a touch on his wrist. She closed her eyes, flushed, her breathing deep and slow. Centered herself on the feeling of touch--of their skin against her, the warm throb of afterglow, the clinging touch of the paper. Her breath came in quick and sweet.
"Yes."
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: PG13/R
Prompt: - magic knight rayearth, lantis/hikaru/eagle: tattoo - how about… here?
Word count: 228
His fingers skipped down the arch of her ribs, curving against her hip, the strong muscles of her thigh. He kissed her stomach, smiling as the muscles jumped and she arched her back, and then draped his warm, heavy arm over her legs.
"Here?" Eagle said, a smile tugging at his lips--not his usual placid, veiled smile but a genuine flash of warm--and nipped her hip. Hikaru squirmed, kicking her legs, a helpless laugh bubbling out. He laved the spot with his tough, quick and damp, and she rolled over, baring her belly, and tipped her head back.
"Maybe..." She hummed. Lantis wound his fingers through her hair. They were all curled up in the big bed, bodies warm with the lassitude of afterglow, sweat drying on their skin.
The artist's sketch had been entrancing, culminating in flowing lines and the sharp spearing angle of the horn. Eagle traced the paper over her skin, tracing it down her surface of her stomach, moving the black lines against her skin, moving as she breathed.
"Here?" Lantis whispered against her collarbone, stopping Eagle's hand with a touch on his wrist. She closed her eyes, flushed, her breathing deep and slow. Centered herself on the feeling of touch--of their skin against her, the warm throb of afterglow, the clinging touch of the paper. Her breath came in quick and sweet.
"Yes."