Title: Incendiary Aquavitae
Summary: He is liquid fire. . .
Style: literal fiction
Rating: M
Pairings: ChihiroxHaku
Archive Findings: Spirited Away, M, romance, complete
Warnings: lemony-ness
Disclaimer: I do not own Spirited Away, it belongs to the great Hayao Miyazaki.
A/N: This may seem a bit weird, because the two of them seem no more than twelve, but I like to think of it this way: they've grown up, and Chihiro is in college. If your having difficulty with mental imagery, think of Jin as Chihiro and Haku as Howl from Howl's Moving Castle. XP
Water.
He is the personification of it.
Utterly liquid, he flows and caresses like the waves, and you always remember him, as you never forget an encounter with water. He conforms, but only because he holds no defined shape but his own. Unless of course, he changes.
Like ice, he can be hard and cold, naturally unfeeling, completely detached.
I never liked him like that.
With great difficulty, like steam, he can be light-hearted and cheery.
I prefer him as he really is.
He is liquid fire.
He is rushing and hard and gorgeous and hot and everywhere and oh-so-determined. When we toss and turn under the sheets his dragon rises up and he is a fierce, predatory, insufferable animal, but I'm always too distracted to care. Liquid fire, liquid lust, painful and pleasurable all in one. He flows in like water, burns for hours and sweeps out in destruction, leaving me exhausted and twitching when he's done.
But when those flames are burning high, my hips are rocking, fingers clenching, and voice moaning, and I'm looking at him with sultry you'll-get-it-later eyes, even though he won't.
And then he leaves, but he's not gone. He rebuilds all over again, waiting for hours or months, and comes back once more, ready to set me on fire with water again. . .