A/N: For WixossFlash Bingo 094 – pairing: Akira/Iona
Iona is a gentle sort of person again. She hates it in the same way she loves it. How had she not known that stupid LRIG wasn't her, she'll never understand. But this is her Iona again, soft and sweet. This time, however, she's not willing to be bruised. This time, she is bruising.
It's never a mark she doesn't want, never a feeling she can want say no to. Their feelings are caught up in the heat of the moment. They are bites that trail along the spinal cord and over her breasts, nail marks at the curves of her hips. They're in the swell of her lips after too many kisses.
Akira drinks the blood when Iona's lips bleed, when she takes her turns.
Akira doesn't complain. Even when it's not like this, it's good. They are soft and warm and Iona wants her to sleep in her lap like the old days. She reads to her the silly articles they have to lie for, the Wixoss decks that are gathering metaphorical dust in their bags. They could play again, if they wanted to.
But they have each other to play with now.