Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. But OH how I wish.
A/N: So I'm not gonna make any excuses for anything - other than it takes an awfully long time for me to get ANYthing done. Any mistakes are mine, and mine alone - so no, you can't have them. And also because I'm impatient and childish.
Other than that, Enjoy.
She tasted of mint – no doubt surely from the toothpaste she was so fond of. It didn't matter that they had somewhere they were supposed to be; only the moment that they shared now; here, together.
When Natsuki had opened the door with the snarl at the ready to tell off anyone for bothering her at her so called "early hours" – only to come up sputtering and nearly choking, - it was nearly enough to make her forget why she was there in the first place.
But now as skilled hands did away with offending articles of clothing, and finding the places that would make her quiver – the toothpaste kisses on every inch of burning skin, coming undone at the seams – that was enough to make her temporarily lose her composure, her calm, her sanity.
Pulling herself together long enough to respond, she nipped at whatever skin her searching mouth would come into contact with – making Natsuki gasp involuntarily – the back of her legs hitting the armrest of the sofa, sending both of them tumbling towards the cushions, lips crashing against each other.
Her hair curtained around them, shielding them from everything that may have wanted to disrupt their moment; trying to break the eternity held within that moment as the world outside hummed, unnoticed by both parties.
She knew only of the slow torture of clothes unzipped, unhooked, undone – peeling it off – every inch a little more bearable, of their hot bodies melded together, only of searing lips trailing wet kisses down from her breasts, of fingers that teased and tickled, of the wanton pleas, of the sensation and feel as Natsuki finally sank her fingers into her, of the hiss between clenched teeth, of just Natsuki herself.
As she lay there that night, tangled up between sheets, lullabyed by Natsuki's soft snores, Shizuru vowed to go out and buy her some more of that toothpaste.
Comments, credits, yells at for being more productive, little computer hearts, less than threes, and my photography teacher all very much wanted and looked forward to. Please?