[a/n: Another relic from the KFFDiscML. I wrote this maybe four years ago (...). I can't for the life of me understand why I didn't put it up here on FFnet before with the others. Anyway... share and enjoy! ^.^]
A little tidbit. I didn't really write this with anyone, or for that matter, this ML in mind. It just sort of came out one morning and later I thought it might be nice for a fic. A really *short* fic.
The part about the sea "lapping at the rocks" (you'll see later) just popped out. I think I was thinking about the movie "Gattaca" at the time I wrote this. For RK just imagine the whole thing taking place on top of some kind of really romantic seaside cliff.
There aren't any names, so you can put whoever in here -- canon and alternate pairings both. (Sorry folks, has to be hetero though.) Could also be AU, or not.
Enjoy. The RuroKen-kai is truly a wonderful world to be in.
Afterglow
by Keishiko
She is beautiful like this.
She is beautiful. As the sun ascends, light plays along her body like the water of a thousand roses. Her form is long and lithe, a cascade of seafoam along my bed. Her hair like black oil spills across the sheet.
In the rosewater light she is sweet in slumber, naked skin glowing like pink pearl. The little hairs on her arm and her eyelids shine in golden threads. I love to watch her like this, a wave of ethereal being, the universe at rest in still and perfect harmony. Her breasts, full and warm in color like sun-kissed cliffs, rise and fall in a rhythm as ageless and eternal as the sea that laps at the rocks below.
When she stirs, when she whispers, she takes my breath away. She is sensual, languorous, slow and deliberate, and as I move to cover her with the sheet her sigh is like the purr of the tides that know the sailors always wait for them.
She is beautiful, and she is mine.
-owari-
P.S. Some of you might wonder why there isn't any heartwrenching angst or typical "sessha" groveling
in this little piece. I wonder it myself, but I think too that sometimes even guilt-wracked rurouni/kenkaya/Okashira forget themselves as they contemplate the simple beauty of their freshly-bedded maidens. (ororo....)
[a/n: Yes, I was in high school. Yes, I sorta just went with the flow here. And yes, occasionally contradictory metaphors are lying all over the place. This is not quite the way to write proper English. ^.^; I didn't want to make major changes (except for a correction of a truly horrifically mishandled figure of speech) for, y'know, posterity. But I still do hope this served. ^.^]
A little tidbit. I didn't really write this with anyone, or for that matter, this ML in mind. It just sort of came out one morning and later I thought it might be nice for a fic. A really *short* fic.
The part about the sea "lapping at the rocks" (you'll see later) just popped out. I think I was thinking about the movie "Gattaca" at the time I wrote this. For RK just imagine the whole thing taking place on top of some kind of really romantic seaside cliff.
There aren't any names, so you can put whoever in here -- canon and alternate pairings both. (Sorry folks, has to be hetero though.) Could also be AU, or not.
Enjoy. The RuroKen-kai is truly a wonderful world to be in.
Afterglow
by Keishiko
She is beautiful like this.
She is beautiful. As the sun ascends, light plays along her body like the water of a thousand roses. Her form is long and lithe, a cascade of seafoam along my bed. Her hair like black oil spills across the sheet.
In the rosewater light she is sweet in slumber, naked skin glowing like pink pearl. The little hairs on her arm and her eyelids shine in golden threads. I love to watch her like this, a wave of ethereal being, the universe at rest in still and perfect harmony. Her breasts, full and warm in color like sun-kissed cliffs, rise and fall in a rhythm as ageless and eternal as the sea that laps at the rocks below.
When she stirs, when she whispers, she takes my breath away. She is sensual, languorous, slow and deliberate, and as I move to cover her with the sheet her sigh is like the purr of the tides that know the sailors always wait for them.
She is beautiful, and she is mine.
-owari-
P.S. Some of you might wonder why there isn't any heartwrenching angst or typical "sessha" groveling
in this little piece. I wonder it myself, but I think too that sometimes even guilt-wracked rurouni/kenkaya/Okashira forget themselves as they contemplate the simple beauty of their freshly-bedded maidens. (ororo....)
[a/n: Yes, I was in high school. Yes, I sorta just went with the flow here. And yes, occasionally contradictory metaphors are lying all over the place. This is not quite the way to write proper English. ^.^; I didn't want to make major changes (except for a correction of a truly horrifically mishandled figure of speech) for, y'know, posterity. But I still do hope this served. ^.^]