the Mender: ILuvsBakura
the Construction: (posted, but written earlier) Sept. 23, 2005
the Pieces: feathers falling in moonlight- Sesshoumaru and Kagura
the Fragment: A Feather's Touch
the Tools: a moment together
A Feather's Touch
She always held him like she was afraid she'd break him. He noticed that immediately. Her fingers traveled along the smoothness of his skin like a whisper, just barely alerting him to her fleeting, momentary presence. It was as though every caress was meticulously planned, earnest thought tinging each touch with a sense of fragility, as though she believed him to be a delicate, breakable thing. She clung to him as though they'd both be swept up in that harsh, billowing wind she herself adored so very much.
He kissed her softly, assuring her that he was in fact real, and quite strong enough on his own. Neither felt anything besides the other; even the passage of rough, unsteady time was ignored and unheeded as she showed him just how thoroughly he was loved.
They could have stayed there for an hour, a moment, a day, or a thousand years; everything else was desperately forgotten. He couldn't even remember why he had been hesitant- she belonged in his arms like the sun belonged in the sky. Holding her, touching her, even needing her, was as natural as the feel of a sword in his hand.
As they lay together, pressed as close as they could be, he felt her trail languid lips across his collarbone. Even with his excellent hearing, he barely heard her sigh out his name against his chest, her breath as light as a feather on his skin.