kenkao drabble; morning ritual
They were warm in her hands, fitting snugly and forming easily as she squeezed. Firm, but soft. Warm and smooth. Even her nipples were cute, she mused as they peeked through her fingers. A pale rose, they pouted from the chill in the room against her naked skin, and she shifted slightly at the memory of how sensitive they were. Her thighs brushed together at the movement, making her shiver, and she crinkled her nose. It was hard to not admire her breasts after last night, when she’d been shown just how desirable they could be, but one fact remained.
They were small.
Sighing, she lowered her hands and let them skim gently over her flat, muscled stomach and narrow, bony hips. Her love for kenjutsu left her built less feminine than she’d like, with her strong shoulders and arms, but he hadn’t seemed to mind. She blushed happily as another memory tickled her mind, making her eyelids droop, and she had to bite her tongue to silence her giggle. He was still asleep in the large, silky bed just behind her, after all, and however much she liked how his loving attention to every inch of her body had made her aware of herself in a way she’d never thought possible, it didn’t mean she wanted to be caught in the act. He had enough arrogance to last him a couple of lifetimes, and her awe at what they’d shared would only serve to make him all the more insufferable.
Taking one last look at herself, she turned to make it back to the bed where she’d left the gorgeous red-head a few minutes before. As quietly and as carefully as she could, she slipped beneath the sheets and snuggled close to his inviting frame, curling a lock of his fiery hair around one of her fingers. His arms came around her waist to pull her closer, and she smiled, wondering what he was dreaming of. Hopefully last night, she mused with a pleased expression that froze when amber eyes opened to regard her with a wicked grin.
“That was a morning ritual I can get used to, darling.”
They were small.
Sighing, she lowered her hands and let them skim gently over her flat, muscled stomach and narrow, bony hips. Her love for kenjutsu left her built less feminine than she’d like, with her strong shoulders and arms, but he hadn’t seemed to mind. She blushed happily as another memory tickled her mind, making her eyelids droop, and she had to bite her tongue to silence her giggle. He was still asleep in the large, silky bed just behind her, after all, and however much she liked how his loving attention to every inch of her body had made her aware of herself in a way she’d never thought possible, it didn’t mean she wanted to be caught in the act. He had enough arrogance to last him a couple of lifetimes, and her awe at what they’d shared would only serve to make him all the more insufferable.
Taking one last look at herself, she turned to make it back to the bed where she’d left the gorgeous red-head a few minutes before. As quietly and as carefully as she could, she slipped beneath the sheets and snuggled close to his inviting frame, curling a lock of his fiery hair around one of her fingers. His arms came around her waist to pull her closer, and she smiled, wondering what he was dreaming of. Hopefully last night, she mused with a pleased expression that froze when amber eyes opened to regard her with a wicked grin.
“That was a morning ritual I can get used to, darling.”