[ RP!verse fic: Help ]
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers
Title: Help
Author: Yours truly!
Pairings/Characters: Ryo/OC
Rating: PG-13 (LIME, sexual situations, psychological)
Disclaimer: I don't own Ryo and the boys, but I do own Katsumi.
Summary: Ryo sleeps more soundly at night these days. This is why. Ryo/Katsumi lightly limey, sappy shortfic.
Even when I close my eyes
I'll never recreate the time that flies
The consequence is hanging there
the sky will fall, but I don't care
-- Emilie Autumn, "Juliet"
He doesn't think much at night anymore. She keeps him well occupied, distracting nightmares and replacing them with dreams he would never admit to having in the light of day, her skin that smelled of lavender from the soap she used, tanned but seeming all too pale in the somber darkness of a hotel room, surrounded by the ghosts of others who used it to full advantage.
Leave it to Shuu, he thought, to find them a cheap hotel that reminded him more of a brothel than anything, with the business it did, its primary clientèle in a trade that made him wonder about hygiene and made Seiji unwilling to touch the sheets until he'd aired out his and Touma's room for an hour or two. Pinch two pennies together long and hard enough and you wound up buying in the black market. If they hadn't already paid for the rooms by the time they saw them, they would have raised a riot. As it was, Shin had said in language that left no room for argument that next time, someone else picked the hotel, no matter who was paying for their rooms.
She didn't let him dwell on it long, though, once the lights were out. She wasn't shy with love like he might have thought she was - he was far more to that angle, she the more aggressive in that area. He marveled that she still smelled like lavender flowers when she used hotel shampoo, and she smiled and grinned and told him she kept a skin lotion in her bag that held the same scent. He was surprised by it, the most feminine thing about her other than her body, and she laughed and called him a pervert when he told her so.
Anyone walking down the hall - a likely event, given the types who frequented this place, to the point that the owner had a sign with the 'hourly rate' for rooms - might have thought that what was going on within was just another of the girls that came here, but their sex was much more intimate than that, of that rare warm kind that could honestly only be described as lovemaking, bodies that fit all too perfectly together and stayed that way until sunrise.
It helped. The warm fire of their coupling let him forget for however long the battles that they were fighting, the rush, the necessity. He could easily lose himself in an electric kiss like hers, matching his energy with her passion, like sparks that met midair. He could forget the crappy hotel room, shouting matches with Touma, that Sentain was surely killing someone somewhere. That he would come back to in the morning, like clothes he threw on the floor, pulling on his concerns when he pulled away from her.
Title: Help
Author: Yours truly!
Pairings/Characters: Ryo/OC
Rating: PG-13 (LIME, sexual situations, psychological)
Disclaimer: I don't own Ryo and the boys, but I do own Katsumi.
Summary: Ryo sleeps more soundly at night these days. This is why. Ryo/Katsumi lightly limey, sappy shortfic.
Even when I close my eyes
I'll never recreate the time that flies
The consequence is hanging there
the sky will fall, but I don't care
-- Emilie Autumn, "Juliet"
He doesn't think much at night anymore. She keeps him well occupied, distracting nightmares and replacing them with dreams he would never admit to having in the light of day, her skin that smelled of lavender from the soap she used, tanned but seeming all too pale in the somber darkness of a hotel room, surrounded by the ghosts of others who used it to full advantage.
Leave it to Shuu, he thought, to find them a cheap hotel that reminded him more of a brothel than anything, with the business it did, its primary clientèle in a trade that made him wonder about hygiene and made Seiji unwilling to touch the sheets until he'd aired out his and Touma's room for an hour or two. Pinch two pennies together long and hard enough and you wound up buying in the black market. If they hadn't already paid for the rooms by the time they saw them, they would have raised a riot. As it was, Shin had said in language that left no room for argument that next time, someone else picked the hotel, no matter who was paying for their rooms.
She didn't let him dwell on it long, though, once the lights were out. She wasn't shy with love like he might have thought she was - he was far more to that angle, she the more aggressive in that area. He marveled that she still smelled like lavender flowers when she used hotel shampoo, and she smiled and grinned and told him she kept a skin lotion in her bag that held the same scent. He was surprised by it, the most feminine thing about her other than her body, and she laughed and called him a pervert when he told her so.
Anyone walking down the hall - a likely event, given the types who frequented this place, to the point that the owner had a sign with the 'hourly rate' for rooms - might have thought that what was going on within was just another of the girls that came here, but their sex was much more intimate than that, of that rare warm kind that could honestly only be described as lovemaking, bodies that fit all too perfectly together and stayed that way until sunrise.
It helped. The warm fire of their coupling let him forget for however long the battles that they were fighting, the rush, the necessity. He could easily lose himself in an electric kiss like hers, matching his energy with her passion, like sparks that met midair. He could forget the crappy hotel room, shouting matches with Touma, that Sentain was surely killing someone somewhere. That he would come back to in the morning, like clothes he threw on the floor, pulling on his concerns when he pulled away from her.