Title: Gravity
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Yamato/Kouya
Rating: R.
Word Count: 342
Summary/Description: Yamato bites into her shoulder, hard, and she can't feel it, but she feels it.
Warning/Spoilers: Yuri. Porning. :3
A/N: Written for the Loveless Anonymous Kink Meme on LJ. Request: Yamato/Kouya - possessiveness, delayed gratification. Yay, Y/K porn.
Disclaimer: Insert witty denial of ownership here.
The wall is solid and firm against her back. Maybe it is cold, maybe it is abrasive. She does not know; she cannot feel it.
What she does feel is Yamato's tongue licking a stripe in the valley of her breasts, a hand clamped hard on her shoulder, and the fingers of the other embedded deep within her.
Kouya bites back a moan.
Yamato strokes slowly, slowly, looking the other girl intently in the eyes. Kouya's hips move jerkily, violently, willing Yamato to quicken her pace. But the blonde maintains her slow easy strokes, quickening in one second only to stop completely in the next. Kouya tries not to whimper.
"Please…" she breathes, unable to articulate what she wants any further. She brings her hands to rest on her Sacrifice's shoulders; her nails dig deep. Her glasses have gone askew on her face, but it doesn't matter since her eyes are squeezed shut.
"Yes?" Yamato drawls near her ear, her breath warm and enticing. Her ubiquitous playfulness, laced with devilishness, vibrates in her voice as she cups Kouya's breast, circling a finger around her aureole in a leisurely fashion. Kouya pants a little, jutting her chest forward in an unconscious bid for her to touch the tip. She does not.
"Please," she repeats breathily, feeling sweat bead near her forehead. "I—I—"
Yamato slips her fingers out of her, and Kouya feels her knees almost weaken with the loss and she gasps, feeling empty. The blonde bites into her shoulder, hard, and she can't feel it, but she feels it, and grips Yamato in return.
"You what?" Yamato murmurs along her skin. Her fingers play along the crease of Kouya's thigh, and Kouya can barely stand it. It is all she can do to breathe.
"I…" Her face is terribly red. "Just… I want… I need…"
"Yes," Yamato says, and Kouya almost sobs with relief when she feels the fingers slip back into her, moving roughly in and out, lighting fire to her senses, driving her crazy like never before. "Yes."