Salutations, friends!
Rating: T+
Theme: Mushy romance-y type thing
Description: Yuya has never felt more loved.
Illusion
Yuya lay in the warm, protective embrace of her lover's arms, after a definitely vigorous and not at all unpleasant night of... romping. He had drifted off into the light sleep that most samurai get adapted to, you know, the one that if anyone in a fifty mile radius moves then they shoot up with their weapon in hand and try to dismember the nearest person?
Yeah, that one. Yuya sighed contently and snuggled closer, Kyo's arms tightening around her waist. She held her breath and looked up at him worriedly, expecting him to have woken up. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips as she noticed that he was still in a relatively deep sleep, but with a small frown gracing his noble brow.
Yuya couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her mouth at the look of a pout on the Great Kyo's face. He made a protesting noise in the back of his throat and shifted around so that his body covered hers, not squishing her, but hiding her. Yuya almost purred and snuggled her face into his chest, closing her eyes and breathing in his exotic scent. A combination between the smell of a man and, oddly, oranges.
She had never felt more loved in her life, not even the first time Nozomu told him to call him brother. Yuya loved the way Kyo would look at her when he though she wasn't looking. He would look at her like she was the greatest treasure in the world to him, like nothing he could ever gain would be better than this.
The careful way he always touched her, even for a simple touch to get her attention, as if she would float away or dissolve like an illusion he just countered, or as if he was scared he would break her. Then the way he touched her in the heat of passion; demanding but giving, loving yet wild, never leaving her unsatisfied, never leaving her high and dry and taking just his fill.
The way he spoke to her, seemingly rude but with an undertone of glowing adore. Husky whispers, teasing banter, casual conversation.
Yuya gently ran a glossy strand of his long hair through her fingers and let another happy sigh escape her chest in an effort to lessen the tightness that the explosive joy was causing, opening her eyes simultaneously to look at the wood boards that lined the ceiling. Kyo grunted and pushed himself off of her with his left arm, leaving his right one alongside her head, looking down at her through brilliant red eyes.
"Damnit, woman, I'm trying to sleep." He whispered to her, the hand near her face stroking her cheek with the middle finger. Yuya didn't respond to his words, but to his actions. She closed her eyes again and reached up to grab onto his hand and turned her head to kiss his rough palm, callous from his countless years wielding a sword,. She held this hand in hers and ran both her hands over it in a sort of a massaging caress, pressing it to her cheek.
"Sorry." She told him finally, eyes still closed. A throaty chuckle hummed out and vibrated through his chest. Yuya opened a curious eye and was about to ask what he was laughing at when his lips were down on hers. It was quick, but nice, oh so nice.
"If you wanted more, you could have just said so." Kyo told her between open-mouthed kisses on her collar bone. Yuya finally released his hand and brought her arms around his back to pull him down on top of her.
To pull him to her heart.
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