Fiction: SMMFC: 01-22-2009
Title: Resolution
Author: Kotono (silkaura)
Theme: Resolution
Genre: Adult
Version: Manga
Rating: NC-17
The lavender silk slides off her shoulders easily enough. Her skin prickles exposed to the pre-dawn air, waiting for his breath to warm her. He lets her stand naked for a minute, taking in her beauty, watching her pale flesh quiver in the cold. He begins with the curve beneath her ear, barely touching, letting his breath trail the valley of her chest.
They only have a few hours before his presence will be missed. The Shitennou wake early with their master and work long into the evenings. Kunzite travels often between Earth and moon, and these early hours have become the only they can safely steal together.
She runs her fingers through his thick silver hair as he begins with his tongue below her navel, slowly kissing up the length of her abdomen. She has learned to keep her breathing steady, not to moan or gasp. They work silently in the darkness.
She almost did not come when the queen summoned her allies to the moon. Princess Kakyuu and her guardians usually spoke on behalf of their star system, but when Mermaid and Coronis announced their plans to aid the kingdom, Sailor Cocoon felt it her duty to follow suit. The silver-haired earth guardian convinced her to stay.
He is more eager now, pressing her to the stone wall. She responds by pushing the gray fabric over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She can feel her pulse everywhere, radiating. He is teasing her. She knows it, but she lets him. The agony is too pleasing.
Kunzite had been enjoying a steady romance with the princess from Venus before rulers from the other star systems arrived. As far as anyone else is concerned, he is still wrapped deeply in her golden affections. Venus enjoys his courtship by day, completely oblivious to her lover's nightly passions with the butterfly princess. The longer their affair has gone unnoticed, the heavier Cocoon's guilt has become. She has resolved to stop. But one more time.
He presses his body, naked now, against hers and pauses. He is giving her control. She hesitates, too, and lifts her eyes to meet his. His slate-grey irises are glassy. This is the last time, she thinks.
"I love you," he whispers. It might be true, but she doesn't care. She responds by lifting her ivory thigh, slick with sweat, to his waist, and sliding him, warm and hard, inside her. His movement stutters for a moment, his eyes rolling back, before he regains control. He grabs her thigh and kisses her fiercely as he begins to thrust into her. "Faster," she whispers, and he is more than happy to oblige.
Their movements are rougher, more primal than usual. He pushes harder and deeper; she bites his neck and whispers directions. Harder, slower, here, do it. Fuck me, fuck me. She is more vocal than she has been before, and it drives him mad. She wants to make this last time count.
His knees begin to quiver and they move to the floor. By now they are usually redressing and sneaking back without parting words. "More," she whispers, and tonight he doesn't care about the time. They will take the extra hour.
She pushes him onto his back, holding his wrists above his head. He gasps a little, surprised by her forcefulness. She grinds her hips hard against his, back and forth, riding him, her breasts brushing his chest in rhythm. She arches her neck, letting her lavender curls tickle her back. Her toes curl as she comes.
The sky is still black when they finish, but the lunar skyscape never really brightens with the day. Day in this kingdom is lit by the silvery glow of the moon itself. She pulls herself away from his spent form and begins to redress.
"Tomorrow?" he asks. She pauses but does not turn to face him. She opens her mouth to reply but ties the violet sash behind her back instead. She has made her resolution.
He understands.
I have to say, this is the weirdest pairing I have ever written, and I am not exactly sure how I managed it. I have a strange fascination with the betrayed senshi of the Stars season, which sucks because they do not play active roles in the story (their names are mentioned and only one--Sailor Coronis--is even pictured). What can I say? I like a challenge.
IN OTHER NEWS: I have decided to split my creative journal from my personal journal, and I have already created a new account. The problem is, I cannot decide which name to use for sites/fiction/icons and which to use for personal. Your choices are silkaura (the old faithful) and swallowthelake. (I'm kind of leaning towards personal for the latter, but I can't be sure.) Opinions in the comments, please! :)
Author: Kotono (silkaura)
Theme: Resolution
Genre: Adult
Version: Manga
Rating: NC-17
The lavender silk slides off her shoulders easily enough. Her skin prickles exposed to the pre-dawn air, waiting for his breath to warm her. He lets her stand naked for a minute, taking in her beauty, watching her pale flesh quiver in the cold. He begins with the curve beneath her ear, barely touching, letting his breath trail the valley of her chest.
They only have a few hours before his presence will be missed. The Shitennou wake early with their master and work long into the evenings. Kunzite travels often between Earth and moon, and these early hours have become the only they can safely steal together.
She runs her fingers through his thick silver hair as he begins with his tongue below her navel, slowly kissing up the length of her abdomen. She has learned to keep her breathing steady, not to moan or gasp. They work silently in the darkness.
She almost did not come when the queen summoned her allies to the moon. Princess Kakyuu and her guardians usually spoke on behalf of their star system, but when Mermaid and Coronis announced their plans to aid the kingdom, Sailor Cocoon felt it her duty to follow suit. The silver-haired earth guardian convinced her to stay.
He is more eager now, pressing her to the stone wall. She responds by pushing the gray fabric over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She can feel her pulse everywhere, radiating. He is teasing her. She knows it, but she lets him. The agony is too pleasing.
Kunzite had been enjoying a steady romance with the princess from Venus before rulers from the other star systems arrived. As far as anyone else is concerned, he is still wrapped deeply in her golden affections. Venus enjoys his courtship by day, completely oblivious to her lover's nightly passions with the butterfly princess. The longer their affair has gone unnoticed, the heavier Cocoon's guilt has become. She has resolved to stop. But one more time.
He presses his body, naked now, against hers and pauses. He is giving her control. She hesitates, too, and lifts her eyes to meet his. His slate-grey irises are glassy. This is the last time, she thinks.
"I love you," he whispers. It might be true, but she doesn't care. She responds by lifting her ivory thigh, slick with sweat, to his waist, and sliding him, warm and hard, inside her. His movement stutters for a moment, his eyes rolling back, before he regains control. He grabs her thigh and kisses her fiercely as he begins to thrust into her. "Faster," she whispers, and he is more than happy to oblige.
Their movements are rougher, more primal than usual. He pushes harder and deeper; she bites his neck and whispers directions. Harder, slower, here, do it. Fuck me, fuck me. She is more vocal than she has been before, and it drives him mad. She wants to make this last time count.
His knees begin to quiver and they move to the floor. By now they are usually redressing and sneaking back without parting words. "More," she whispers, and tonight he doesn't care about the time. They will take the extra hour.
She pushes him onto his back, holding his wrists above his head. He gasps a little, surprised by her forcefulness. She grinds her hips hard against his, back and forth, riding him, her breasts brushing his chest in rhythm. She arches her neck, letting her lavender curls tickle her back. Her toes curl as she comes.
The sky is still black when they finish, but the lunar skyscape never really brightens with the day. Day in this kingdom is lit by the silvery glow of the moon itself. She pulls herself away from his spent form and begins to redress.
"Tomorrow?" he asks. She pauses but does not turn to face him. She opens her mouth to reply but ties the violet sash behind her back instead. She has made her resolution.
He understands.
I have to say, this is the weirdest pairing I have ever written, and I am not exactly sure how I managed it. I have a strange fascination with the betrayed senshi of the Stars season, which sucks because they do not play active roles in the story (their names are mentioned and only one--Sailor Coronis--is even pictured). What can I say? I like a challenge.
IN OTHER NEWS: I have decided to split my creative journal from my personal journal, and I have already created a new account. The problem is, I cannot decide which name to use for sites/fiction/icons and which to use for personal. Your choices are silkaura (the old faithful) and swallowthelake. (I'm kind of leaning towards personal for the latter, but I can't be sure.) Opinions in the comments, please! :)