Kiss a Kiss
A Kill la Kill fluffshot (?) collection
By
EvilFuzzy9
"It fits you beautifully, milady."
Satsuki Kiryuin frowned the slightest bit, dressed in a flowing white dress. She looked into the corner of the tall, silver mirror before her, seeing the effete, bespectacled president of the sewing club standing behind her.
She felt strangely conscious of how low the neckline dipped.
"No," she said slowly, feeling the most inexplicable warmth in her cheeks. "This won't do. This won't do at all."
Satsuki watched the mirror shrewdly, sharp eyes seeing how Iori's face fell ever so minutely at her words. She frowned a tiny bit more, wondering why that displeased her so, and why she felt this strange tightness in her chest at the thought of turning to face the young man directly.
"...my apologies, Lady Satsuki," said Iori, bowing low.
Idly, the student council president briefly wondered what, precisely, he was apologizing for.
"No need, Iori," she said nonetheless, still not facing him, still feeling that strange hot tingling in her belly. "The dress is fine. It is who do not fit it."
Iori immediately looked up, confused, perplexed. His brow was furrowed, his lips drawn into a thin line.
"Lady Satsuki?" he said uncertainly. "What do you...?"
"Unzip me," said Satsuki sternly, almost sharply. She closed her eyes to steady her breathing, meditating on the peculiarly rapid pace of her heartbeat, the singularly incomprehensible twisting of her stomach.
She heard Iori gulp. She could almost envision the scarlet dusting of a blush across his fair, slender cheeks.
The distinctive sound of the minuscule metal grips being reversed, the subtle tug of the dress at her shoulders as the zipper was pulled down. Satsuki's heartbeat inexplicably quickened, and she wondered for the smallest fraction of a second whether her face would not burst into flame from this sudden heat.
Of course she banished those thoughts instantly, condemning them as both frivolous and preposterous.
But still, she could not help wondering at how weak her knees felt, as the zipper neared the small of her back, or at how her hands trembled the faintest degree under the slightest accidental brush of Iori's distinctively calloused fingertips against her soft, smooth, ivory skin. Goosebumps arose where he touched her, likely without even realizing it, and shivers shot up through Satsuki's spine.
She gave no vocalization to these strange feelings going through her body, the curiously warm and fuzzy impressions of the vaguest things drifting just beyond her mind's grasp. She longed to clutch these thoughts in her fingers, hold them fast for close and thorough examination.
Satsuki's heart hammered against her ribcage, and she felt the smooth, luxuriant silk of her dress slide down her skin, falling away from her body to pool like quicksilver at her feet.
Her eyes snapped open.
In the mirror she saw her nakedness, and her husband behind her.
Iori Kiryuin smiled lovingly at his lady, and his wife.
Satsuki found this expression to be most curiously contagious.
A/N: And here's one last one, at least for today. Probably.
I do have work, and plenty of other stories that I should really be working on. XD
Updated: 3-30-14
TTFN and R&R!
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