#1 - accident - nisaki
Title: Unexpected
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: #1 Accident
Rating: Uhh...R? Undescriptive sex.
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Comments: Niya POV, non-AU. It's really more of a long-ish drabble, but that's all that came out. Sorry... X3; I can't decide if I actually like it or not.
I remember that night clearly and I never meant it to happen that way. An accident, a mistake, but not quite a regret. After all, we are still together years later, though you've always avoided the topic if I happened to bring it up. How young and stupid I was...and honestly so were you.
A kiss, a harmless kiss was all I planned in the dark after-hours when the others had gone, to steal a taste of your soft lips pressed against mine. Unexpected, the electric charge between us exploded behind my closed eyes and I could only imagine that the quiver in your muscles as my arms wound around you lent truth to a shadow of a thought that you might be feeling the same. Eternity could have flown by and I wouldn't have noticed over the demonic roar of lust pounding in my chest like a hundred freight trains. Quick as lightning, I had you shoved against the counter and I recall having just enough brain power left to thow out my hand to stop your head from smashing into the mirror behind us, the force of my desire to devour your mouth whipping your delicate neck backward.
Some small part of my conscience wanted to quit, a part that was easily quelled by trembling hands fumbling with the top button of my shirt. No time, no time for hesitation. I growled incomprehensibly, impatient now that it was obvious you wanted me as much as I wanted you, in your own shy way. I could have watched us, little glances visible around your back pressed to the mirror, but instead I buried my face in the crook of your neck, pushing your hips closer with the arm gripped around the base of your waist and the opposite hand at your smooth thigh. Vaguely I noticed your arms clutch desperately at my shoulders, little gasps brushing past my ear and morphing into louder whimpers, until finally I could feel your body arching against mine.
A faint hitch in your breath was the only sound breaking the empty, perfect stillness that followed, and for long moments I couldn't bring myself to let you out of my arms, though I'm sure the bathroom counter must have been uncomfortable. I took you home then, neither of us quite realizing our future, but as we left the building I remember you clinging tightly to my hand as if you were afraid I might fly away if you let go. Like I said, young and stupid, but not without understanding. Sometimes the guilt from one fateful night threatens to overwhelm me even now, but the moment I open my mouth to tell you so I find your tongue where the words should be and I'm reminded that it doesn't matter as long as you need me, want me, love me.
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Author: jibunnohana
Theme: #1 Accident
Rating: Uhh...R? Undescriptive sex.
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Comments: Niya POV, non-AU. It's really more of a long-ish drabble, but that's all that came out. Sorry... X3; I can't decide if I actually like it or not.
I remember that night clearly and I never meant it to happen that way. An accident, a mistake, but not quite a regret. After all, we are still together years later, though you've always avoided the topic if I happened to bring it up. How young and stupid I was...and honestly so were you.
A kiss, a harmless kiss was all I planned in the dark after-hours when the others had gone, to steal a taste of your soft lips pressed against mine. Unexpected, the electric charge between us exploded behind my closed eyes and I could only imagine that the quiver in your muscles as my arms wound around you lent truth to a shadow of a thought that you might be feeling the same. Eternity could have flown by and I wouldn't have noticed over the demonic roar of lust pounding in my chest like a hundred freight trains. Quick as lightning, I had you shoved against the counter and I recall having just enough brain power left to thow out my hand to stop your head from smashing into the mirror behind us, the force of my desire to devour your mouth whipping your delicate neck backward.
Some small part of my conscience wanted to quit, a part that was easily quelled by trembling hands fumbling with the top button of my shirt. No time, no time for hesitation. I growled incomprehensibly, impatient now that it was obvious you wanted me as much as I wanted you, in your own shy way. I could have watched us, little glances visible around your back pressed to the mirror, but instead I buried my face in the crook of your neck, pushing your hips closer with the arm gripped around the base of your waist and the opposite hand at your smooth thigh. Vaguely I noticed your arms clutch desperately at my shoulders, little gasps brushing past my ear and morphing into louder whimpers, until finally I could feel your body arching against mine.
A faint hitch in your breath was the only sound breaking the empty, perfect stillness that followed, and for long moments I couldn't bring myself to let you out of my arms, though I'm sure the bathroom counter must have been uncomfortable. I took you home then, neither of us quite realizing our future, but as we left the building I remember you clinging tightly to my hand as if you were afraid I might fly away if you let go. Like I said, young and stupid, but not without understanding. Sometimes the guilt from one fateful night threatens to overwhelm me even now, but the moment I open my mouth to tell you so I find your tongue where the words should be and I'm reminded that it doesn't matter as long as you need me, want me, love me.
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