Prompt 10: Hot/Cold (More Luke and Ametatsu)
Again with the fonicarrancar /archer_chan , though this time, it also doubles as a fill for a kiss RP meme I did on my journal. I PROMISE SOMEDAY LUKE WILL BE REMOTELY IC. Also, this is why I can't write even kiss scenes- it sounds so much better in my head. xD
One of the many reasons Ametatsu disliked dogs was the Japanese summer. The heat was unbearable, even at night, and she could not begin to imagine how wretched it would be to have a large, hairy, panting dog in one’s bed on top of it. Luke was providing a fairly good simulation, though, draped over her side and still snoring. Squinting over her shoulder at him, she could see wisps of his fiery hair running errant, just as she felt them plastered to the back of her neck in a less than pleasant fashion. At some point in the night, his shirt had ridden up his stomach, and with sleep looking less and less likely with each slowly passing minute, there had been little else to look at but his surprisingly well-formed body. Shaking her head at her own impropriety, she scooted forward as much as she could in the circle of his arms, attempting to catch some of the feeble breeze from the open window. Naturally, Luke chose that moment to awaken, sitting up and rubbing his eyes blearily under his glasses. Ametatsu watched this display with with an arched eyebrow and staunchly ignored the part of her that cooed over his boyish behaviour. He blinked at her slowly, clearly unaware that she had spent the last several hours without any sleep.
“…metatsu-chan? ‘Swrong?”
“Other than the fact that I have yet to get a wink of sleep with two exams coming in a matter of several hours? Relatively little.”
As usual, he was completely unfazed by her sharp tongue and simply reached over to ruffle her hair.
“You’re smart. You’d pass even if you didn’t get any sleep.”
Ametatsu frowned and laid back down, hoping the bed would be a little cooler with Luke off of it- and her. Any such hopes were promptly quashed by his hands coming to rest on either side of her head as he looked down at her, expression oddly unreadable. She opened her mouth to offer her opinion on his invasion of her space, but whatever she ahd been about to say was entirely lost when Luke lowered his body onto hers, shifting his arms so that his hands rested on her waist. His weight on top of her sent an entirely different kind of heat to pool in her stomach, and she was certain the entire neighbourhood could hear her heart pounding already. He made no further moves, though, simply resting his head in the crook of her neck. As the summer heat slowly re-established its presence, Ametatsu half wondered if he had simply fallen asleep- it certainly seemed like something he would be both brash and clueless enough to do.
As if to prove her wrong, his mouth pressed gently against the side of her neck, warm and soft. In spite of herself, a small gasp escaped her lips before she clamped them shut, wondering just what exactly he thought he was doing. The single kiss became a trail, snaking sloppily up her throat, to her chin, her cheek, the back of her ear. Somewhere in this clumsy process, her arms had come up around his shoulders, fingers tangling in both the fabric of his shirt and errant strands of hair. Luke stopped there and pulled back, his face as flushed as hers undoubtedly was. For several long minutes, neither of them spoke, both trying to work out just what exactly had brought on his boldness.
“…I just saw it in a book somewhere.” Luke mumbled at last, scratching the back of his head and looking down.
“And just what kind of literature has your master allowed you to read?” Ametatsu retorted, attempting to cover up the less than controlled tone of her voice with the customary disdain allotted to Szayel Aporro.
“M-Master wouldn’t let me read those kinds of things! I… Kurotsuchi-san told me it was good, and then I looked at it, and it wasn’t really what I thought she meant, but…” He trailed off there, clearly lacking any sort of excuse as to why he had continued to read anyways. She frowned at this, wondering how on earth he could be so innocent when surrounded by people who could only be described, at best, as sexual deviants.
A sudden gust of cold wind blew through the open window, and was accompanied by the sound of a heavy rain beginning to fall. The forecasts had called for nothing but arid, clear skies for the next week at least, and the weather just minutes- or had it been hours?- before, had given no indication that they would be incorrect. A small shiver ran up Ametatsu’s bare arms with the rapidly falling temperature, and she made no protest when Luke pulled the blankets over them both and slowly returned his head to its resting place against her collarbone. His breath was warm as his body and tickled the skin just above the neckline of her shirt, the rims of his mask exerting a slight pressure against her chest and reminding her once more of the ridiculous paradox they made. By all rights, they existed to kill one another, yet here she was, holding him close in a position that suggested anything but enmity. One bright green eye peeked open to examine her perturbed expression before his hand left her waist to ruffle her hair.
“You think too much sometimes, Ametatsu-chan.”
She fully intended to tell him off this time, but his lips had returned to the hollow of her throat once more, bolder than before. The hand on her waist slipped the hem of her shirt up just enough so that a finger could trace soft patterns on her bare skin, causing her breath to hitch more noticeably than she had intended. It seemed that, regardless of the temperature, there was no winning with Luke as a bedmate.
The next night, he slept in the kitchen while she tried not to think about the warmth of his kisses.
One of the many reasons Ametatsu disliked dogs was the Japanese summer. The heat was unbearable, even at night, and she could not begin to imagine how wretched it would be to have a large, hairy, panting dog in one’s bed on top of it. Luke was providing a fairly good simulation, though, draped over her side and still snoring. Squinting over her shoulder at him, she could see wisps of his fiery hair running errant, just as she felt them plastered to the back of her neck in a less than pleasant fashion. At some point in the night, his shirt had ridden up his stomach, and with sleep looking less and less likely with each slowly passing minute, there had been little else to look at but his surprisingly well-formed body. Shaking her head at her own impropriety, she scooted forward as much as she could in the circle of his arms, attempting to catch some of the feeble breeze from the open window. Naturally, Luke chose that moment to awaken, sitting up and rubbing his eyes blearily under his glasses. Ametatsu watched this display with with an arched eyebrow and staunchly ignored the part of her that cooed over his boyish behaviour. He blinked at her slowly, clearly unaware that she had spent the last several hours without any sleep.
“…metatsu-chan? ‘Swrong?”
“Other than the fact that I have yet to get a wink of sleep with two exams coming in a matter of several hours? Relatively little.”
As usual, he was completely unfazed by her sharp tongue and simply reached over to ruffle her hair.
“You’re smart. You’d pass even if you didn’t get any sleep.”
Ametatsu frowned and laid back down, hoping the bed would be a little cooler with Luke off of it- and her. Any such hopes were promptly quashed by his hands coming to rest on either side of her head as he looked down at her, expression oddly unreadable. She opened her mouth to offer her opinion on his invasion of her space, but whatever she ahd been about to say was entirely lost when Luke lowered his body onto hers, shifting his arms so that his hands rested on her waist. His weight on top of her sent an entirely different kind of heat to pool in her stomach, and she was certain the entire neighbourhood could hear her heart pounding already. He made no further moves, though, simply resting his head in the crook of her neck. As the summer heat slowly re-established its presence, Ametatsu half wondered if he had simply fallen asleep- it certainly seemed like something he would be both brash and clueless enough to do.
As if to prove her wrong, his mouth pressed gently against the side of her neck, warm and soft. In spite of herself, a small gasp escaped her lips before she clamped them shut, wondering just what exactly he thought he was doing. The single kiss became a trail, snaking sloppily up her throat, to her chin, her cheek, the back of her ear. Somewhere in this clumsy process, her arms had come up around his shoulders, fingers tangling in both the fabric of his shirt and errant strands of hair. Luke stopped there and pulled back, his face as flushed as hers undoubtedly was. For several long minutes, neither of them spoke, both trying to work out just what exactly had brought on his boldness.
“…I just saw it in a book somewhere.” Luke mumbled at last, scratching the back of his head and looking down.
“And just what kind of literature has your master allowed you to read?” Ametatsu retorted, attempting to cover up the less than controlled tone of her voice with the customary disdain allotted to Szayel Aporro.
“M-Master wouldn’t let me read those kinds of things! I… Kurotsuchi-san told me it was good, and then I looked at it, and it wasn’t really what I thought she meant, but…” He trailed off there, clearly lacking any sort of excuse as to why he had continued to read anyways. She frowned at this, wondering how on earth he could be so innocent when surrounded by people who could only be described, at best, as sexual deviants.
A sudden gust of cold wind blew through the open window, and was accompanied by the sound of a heavy rain beginning to fall. The forecasts had called for nothing but arid, clear skies for the next week at least, and the weather just minutes- or had it been hours?- before, had given no indication that they would be incorrect. A small shiver ran up Ametatsu’s bare arms with the rapidly falling temperature, and she made no protest when Luke pulled the blankets over them both and slowly returned his head to its resting place against her collarbone. His breath was warm as his body and tickled the skin just above the neckline of her shirt, the rims of his mask exerting a slight pressure against her chest and reminding her once more of the ridiculous paradox they made. By all rights, they existed to kill one another, yet here she was, holding him close in a position that suggested anything but enmity. One bright green eye peeked open to examine her perturbed expression before his hand left her waist to ruffle her hair.
“You think too much sometimes, Ametatsu-chan.”
She fully intended to tell him off this time, but his lips had returned to the hollow of her throat once more, bolder than before. The hand on her waist slipped the hem of her shirt up just enough so that a finger could trace soft patterns on her bare skin, causing her breath to hitch more noticeably than she had intended. It seemed that, regardless of the temperature, there was no winning with Luke as a bedmate.
The next night, he slept in the kitchen while she tried not to think about the warmth of his kisses.