[Thread] - I Belong To You

[waterfell]

Characters: AU: Kunzite [PGSM], OU: Mizuno Ami/Mercury [PGSM]
Where: Paj-Tessera - now remodeled!
When: during the transformation plot
Summary: Mercury is a harem girl. Kunzite is a lucky man.
Warnings: Sexy tiemz? probably not to the point of fade to black, though. Also toxic levels of situational irony.

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[waterfell]

Mercury, it seemed, noticed nothing amiss now - at least, nothing in the room or in her own dress and attitude. She rose just to a more standard kneeling position and looked up at Kunzite. There was the faintest hint of confusion that touched those softened features just briefly, but it resolved itself into an inviting if somewhat pert smile.

"I thought it would be more comfortable."

[waterfell]

Mercury accepted Kunzite's touch easily, even going so far as to turn her neck slightly to expose more of it to him until he took his hand away. A quickened heartbeat was probably discernible by her pulse, which would be sensible beneath his hand even with the glove, but it was not betrayed by her expression, where her smile only deepened.

She rose as he bade her, and stood still as his eye roved over her. If any of the inexperienced and shy Mizuno Ami was to be found in this girl, it was only in a barely perceptible heightened color to her cheeks that might have been some more personal feeling instead.

Mercury only edged closer when Kunzite spoke, making the perfumed scent stronger, until she just barely pressed against him.

"You like orchid, my lord." It was far more statement than question, and held the tacit promise that it was that very preference of his own that had made her wear it.

[evening, a day or two later]

[waterfell]

It was evening, and the day had been quiet and calm, Mercury finding time for reading, harp practice, or whatever other amusements she found in their room when she wasn't waiting on Kunzite directly. She seemed not to mind the confinement; in fact, she had made no move to leave. But, somewhat bored after all, she had decided to dance for him that night

[waterfell]

She smiled up at him as his fingers under her chin tilted her head back slightly, seemingly perfectly content and even happy. She was, as she even leaned just noticeably into his touch, turning her head a little to the side so that it became a caress.