[fic] Blush (HaruToki4)
Title: Blush
Fandom: Harukanaru Toki no Naka de 4
Pairing: Asvin/Chihiro
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Owned by Mizuno-sensei, Koei, and Ruby Party.
Warnings: NSFW, spoilers for Asvin's entire path, including the extra scene of his on the gen ending.
Notes: Takes place directly after Scarlet, and this will make more sense if you read that first.
Blush
Chihiro could only imagine what kind of expression Asvin saw on her face, but it caused him obvious amusement. His fingertips remained stained from the same juice he had just lapped away from her palm. The bowl of pomegranate seeds gleamed up at her, the same hue as her husband's deep and dancing eyes.
"Come on, my dear bride," he coaxed in a tone Chihiro knew all too well, "if we don't get you out of those clothes then they might get stained too." He leaned closer, nuzzled against her ear, and lowered his voice. "I can't lick cloth clean the way I can your bare skin."
The answering shiver went down her spine faster, but the blush that tinted Chihiro's cheeks was far more noticeable. "Asvin!" How could he say things like that without getting embarrassed?
He reached for the hem just above her knees, then seemed to notice the red that still clung to his fingers. "You best do it," he said with disappointment plain in his voice, "otherwise I'll ruin your dress."
Chihiro considered whether or not to go along with his plans for the evening, but then she remembered the multiple wedding days they had been through together. The obstinate look Asvin wore now was the same one he had given her then, and she knew there was little chance of escape without hurting his feelings. With a sigh she stood from the bed with her back to him and began to unfasten her dress.
"Why are you being so shy?" Asvin asked teasingly. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
"Asvin!" Chihiro gave him a stern look, but the effect of it lacked impact since she had to glare at him over the shoulder she had just bared. He merely chuckled back at her.
The option he had given her to undress herself was a pretense, and they both knew it. Asvin wouldn't have minded at all if he had fingerprinted her clothes with the bright red juice. He could easily have ordered a new dress for her if it got ruined. Even with that being the case, they had not been married all that long, and they both also knew that Chihiro still felt quite embarrassed when it came to intimate relations between them. She appreciated that he gave her the chance to take the disrobing process at her own pace.
Chihiro heard the sound of cloth moving behind her, and a quick backward glance revealed that Asvin had removed his own shirt and sat smirking at her. Cheeks flushed even darker, she drew the blue dress up over her head and set it neatly on an overstuffed chair that stood nearby. Here she paused to look at her undergarments, but seeing as how both were white, she pushed her embarrassment aside and took them off as well.
Rather than turn toward the bed again she carefully took the couple steps backward that would have her perched on the edge again. The bed shifted behind her as Asvin moved closer and pressed his cheek to her hair just behind her ear. "Surely you don't intend to keep yourself hidden from me," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. Fingers trailed down her spine gently. Chihiro shivered again but said nothing.
A low chuckle rumbled into her ear just before she felt a cool drop slide down her right shoulder blade. Surprised at how cold the fruit remained even in the fire-warmed room, Chihiro gasped and leaned forward to get away from it. Asvin shifted, and a moment later the warm, rough touch of his tongue stopped the bead of juice and ran slowly up her back to clear the trail it had left behind.
Another seed broke open against the back of her neck. Asvin held her hair out of the way while he licked the juice away, and the action earned him a pronounced shiver.
"Can't we just eat the seeds normally?" Chihiro wondered aloud, biting back a soft sound as her husband's tongue ran along the length of her shoulder.
Hands snaked around her waist and crossed over her stomach. The touch warmed her slightly chilled skin, and Chihiro leaned back against his chest for more heat before she remembered that his chest was bare. The long line of skin on skin contact made her breath catch.
"Where's the fun in that?" Asvin responded with a soft laugh. "I enjoy them more this way." His hands made their way up her torso until his palms covered her breasts. Chihiro gazed down at the contrast between his skin and hers, and how the pomegranate juice stained both shades of flesh the same. She turned partway and motioned with her fingers for him to shift back on the bed, which he did with one eyebrow raised.
After she took a deep breath, Chihiro reached into the wooden bowl, picked up a few seeds, and curled her fingers around them. With her other hand she pressed lightly on Asvin's shoulder to get him to lay down and squeezed the fruit in her other hand until juice dripped between her fingers onto his chest. Chihiro quickly ate the bits of pomegranate from her hand before lowering her head to lick away the drops that ran down his skin. She heard Asvin gasp loudly, and it made her smile.
Once she had finished, Chihiro sat back and licked the smears of juice from her hand. "Maybe you're right," she mused thoughtfully, not quite able to look him directly in the eye.
"Chihiro..." She barely had time to process the breathy voice as her husband's before he changed their positions and she lay on her back. His mouth pressed against hers in a rough, but not unpleasant, way as his hands returned to her chest.
Pomegranate seeds now forgotten, Chihiro returned the kiss with equal fervor. The little concentration she had left went to working Asvin's pants loose and pushing the garment past his hips. In the meantime, one of Asvin's hands smoothed a path down her abdomen and slipped between her thighs. Distracted, Chihiro didn't even have time to think of closing her legs more tightly before his fingers started to stroke her heat. The gentle, arousing motions of his fingertips made her forget her shyness as she enjoyed the touch.
Asvin nudged her knees apart so he could rest between them before he pulled back from the kiss. Once Chihiro had caught her breath, she took in the questioning look in his eyes and nodded reassuringly. To prove that she felt ready to move on, she brushed the fingers of one hand against his cheek while the other hand pressed against his hip to get him to continue.
Needing no more prompting, Asvin did as she wordlessly asked. Despite how his gaze made her turn pink again Chihiro kept eye contact as he entered her, and kept it even when her eyelids begged to fall closed as he started to move inside her. "Asvin," she called out softly, and felt like a blush painted not just her cheeks but her entire body.
"I know," he answered. Her body moved up against him in answer to each quickening jerk of his hips, and her fingernails dug slightly into the small of his back. Asvin groaned and leaned down to kiss her again. It felt as if he were trying to memorize the taste of her. His hands sought out other sensitive places on her body as if trying to make sure her pleasure didn't stop for even an instant.
Chihiro came first, long before she was ready for their lovemaking to end, and Asvin followed soon after. They lay tangled together on the bed until their heartbeats slowed to normal. Already drowsy, Chihiro pillowed her head on his shoulder after Asvin settled down beside her. He yawned and followed it with a warm chuckle. "It's not time for bed yet," he told her as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to one closed eyelid. "We should bathe first, I'm sure you feel as sticky from the juice as I do."
His words made her aware of the vaguely unpleasant sensation. Chihiro wrinkled her nose as she debated whether or not she could sleep through it, loathe to move from her comfortable position. "Do we have to?"
Asvin gently shifted her head from his shoulder as he sat up and laughed. "I'll make it up to you." His eyes twinkled down at her as he ate a few of the leftover pomegranate seeds. "I promise."
- - -
My apologies to those of you who've been waiting for this. It took a lot longer than I thought it would, and I blame Ashu. What kind of character hijacks a fanfic writer's muses and then doesn't inspire them to finish his own pr0n scene? -_-#
Fandom: Harukanaru Toki no Naka de 4
Pairing: Asvin/Chihiro
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Owned by Mizuno-sensei, Koei, and Ruby Party.
Warnings: NSFW, spoilers for Asvin's entire path, including the extra scene of his on the gen ending.
Notes: Takes place directly after Scarlet, and this will make more sense if you read that first.
Blush
Chihiro could only imagine what kind of expression Asvin saw on her face, but it caused him obvious amusement. His fingertips remained stained from the same juice he had just lapped away from her palm. The bowl of pomegranate seeds gleamed up at her, the same hue as her husband's deep and dancing eyes.
"Come on, my dear bride," he coaxed in a tone Chihiro knew all too well, "if we don't get you out of those clothes then they might get stained too." He leaned closer, nuzzled against her ear, and lowered his voice. "I can't lick cloth clean the way I can your bare skin."
The answering shiver went down her spine faster, but the blush that tinted Chihiro's cheeks was far more noticeable. "Asvin!" How could he say things like that without getting embarrassed?
He reached for the hem just above her knees, then seemed to notice the red that still clung to his fingers. "You best do it," he said with disappointment plain in his voice, "otherwise I'll ruin your dress."
Chihiro considered whether or not to go along with his plans for the evening, but then she remembered the multiple wedding days they had been through together. The obstinate look Asvin wore now was the same one he had given her then, and she knew there was little chance of escape without hurting his feelings. With a sigh she stood from the bed with her back to him and began to unfasten her dress.
"Why are you being so shy?" Asvin asked teasingly. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
"Asvin!" Chihiro gave him a stern look, but the effect of it lacked impact since she had to glare at him over the shoulder she had just bared. He merely chuckled back at her.
The option he had given her to undress herself was a pretense, and they both knew it. Asvin wouldn't have minded at all if he had fingerprinted her clothes with the bright red juice. He could easily have ordered a new dress for her if it got ruined. Even with that being the case, they had not been married all that long, and they both also knew that Chihiro still felt quite embarrassed when it came to intimate relations between them. She appreciated that he gave her the chance to take the disrobing process at her own pace.
Chihiro heard the sound of cloth moving behind her, and a quick backward glance revealed that Asvin had removed his own shirt and sat smirking at her. Cheeks flushed even darker, she drew the blue dress up over her head and set it neatly on an overstuffed chair that stood nearby. Here she paused to look at her undergarments, but seeing as how both were white, she pushed her embarrassment aside and took them off as well.
Rather than turn toward the bed again she carefully took the couple steps backward that would have her perched on the edge again. The bed shifted behind her as Asvin moved closer and pressed his cheek to her hair just behind her ear. "Surely you don't intend to keep yourself hidden from me," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. Fingers trailed down her spine gently. Chihiro shivered again but said nothing.
A low chuckle rumbled into her ear just before she felt a cool drop slide down her right shoulder blade. Surprised at how cold the fruit remained even in the fire-warmed room, Chihiro gasped and leaned forward to get away from it. Asvin shifted, and a moment later the warm, rough touch of his tongue stopped the bead of juice and ran slowly up her back to clear the trail it had left behind.
Another seed broke open against the back of her neck. Asvin held her hair out of the way while he licked the juice away, and the action earned him a pronounced shiver.
"Can't we just eat the seeds normally?" Chihiro wondered aloud, biting back a soft sound as her husband's tongue ran along the length of her shoulder.
Hands snaked around her waist and crossed over her stomach. The touch warmed her slightly chilled skin, and Chihiro leaned back against his chest for more heat before she remembered that his chest was bare. The long line of skin on skin contact made her breath catch.
"Where's the fun in that?" Asvin responded with a soft laugh. "I enjoy them more this way." His hands made their way up her torso until his palms covered her breasts. Chihiro gazed down at the contrast between his skin and hers, and how the pomegranate juice stained both shades of flesh the same. She turned partway and motioned with her fingers for him to shift back on the bed, which he did with one eyebrow raised.
After she took a deep breath, Chihiro reached into the wooden bowl, picked up a few seeds, and curled her fingers around them. With her other hand she pressed lightly on Asvin's shoulder to get him to lay down and squeezed the fruit in her other hand until juice dripped between her fingers onto his chest. Chihiro quickly ate the bits of pomegranate from her hand before lowering her head to lick away the drops that ran down his skin. She heard Asvin gasp loudly, and it made her smile.
Once she had finished, Chihiro sat back and licked the smears of juice from her hand. "Maybe you're right," she mused thoughtfully, not quite able to look him directly in the eye.
"Chihiro..." She barely had time to process the breathy voice as her husband's before he changed their positions and she lay on her back. His mouth pressed against hers in a rough, but not unpleasant, way as his hands returned to her chest.
Pomegranate seeds now forgotten, Chihiro returned the kiss with equal fervor. The little concentration she had left went to working Asvin's pants loose and pushing the garment past his hips. In the meantime, one of Asvin's hands smoothed a path down her abdomen and slipped between her thighs. Distracted, Chihiro didn't even have time to think of closing her legs more tightly before his fingers started to stroke her heat. The gentle, arousing motions of his fingertips made her forget her shyness as she enjoyed the touch.
Asvin nudged her knees apart so he could rest between them before he pulled back from the kiss. Once Chihiro had caught her breath, she took in the questioning look in his eyes and nodded reassuringly. To prove that she felt ready to move on, she brushed the fingers of one hand against his cheek while the other hand pressed against his hip to get him to continue.
Needing no more prompting, Asvin did as she wordlessly asked. Despite how his gaze made her turn pink again Chihiro kept eye contact as he entered her, and kept it even when her eyelids begged to fall closed as he started to move inside her. "Asvin," she called out softly, and felt like a blush painted not just her cheeks but her entire body.
"I know," he answered. Her body moved up against him in answer to each quickening jerk of his hips, and her fingernails dug slightly into the small of his back. Asvin groaned and leaned down to kiss her again. It felt as if he were trying to memorize the taste of her. His hands sought out other sensitive places on her body as if trying to make sure her pleasure didn't stop for even an instant.
Chihiro came first, long before she was ready for their lovemaking to end, and Asvin followed soon after. They lay tangled together on the bed until their heartbeats slowed to normal. Already drowsy, Chihiro pillowed her head on his shoulder after Asvin settled down beside her. He yawned and followed it with a warm chuckle. "It's not time for bed yet," he told her as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to one closed eyelid. "We should bathe first, I'm sure you feel as sticky from the juice as I do."
His words made her aware of the vaguely unpleasant sensation. Chihiro wrinkled her nose as she debated whether or not she could sleep through it, loathe to move from her comfortable position. "Do we have to?"
Asvin gently shifted her head from his shoulder as he sat up and laughed. "I'll make it up to you." His eyes twinkled down at her as he ate a few of the leftover pomegranate seeds. "I promise."
- - -
My apologies to those of you who've been waiting for this. It took a lot longer than I thought it would, and I blame Ashu. What kind of character hijacks a fanfic writer's muses and then doesn't inspire them to finish his own pr0n scene? -_-#