#10
Title: Nothing
Written for: 30_kisses
Pairing: Saotome Alto/Sheryl Nome
Fandom: Macross Frontier
Theme: # 10, #10
Disclaimer: I do not own Macross Frontier or anything related to the Macross franchise.
Notes: This is my tenth entry for 30_kisses.
Skimming fingertips on printed contours.
Indifferently, his hands glide on the smooth print, her face looking up to him, blue eyes and all, with a smile that could surely enthrall-but not to him. He watches in silence as his hands fold the poster, little by little, distorting the image of the smiling fairy.
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Tenderly, his hands glide on sheer fabric.
He hooks a finger on one of her straps, pulls it down and cups her bare shoulder with his palm. Her face looks up to him with sensual pleasure, blue eyes asking for more and lips parted in offering for him to take. Alto smiles at all this and buries his nose to the crook of her neck. He inhales her scent, so intoxicating and sweet. As Alto listens to the sounds of her gasping breaths, he revels in the feel of her satin skin.
He closes his eyes and remembers that moment on the rooftop.
Skimming fingertips on printed contours...
“It’s funny how you used to be paper for my planes…”
“What?”
He laughs and tells her it is nothing.
Owari.
Written for: 30_kisses
Pairing: Saotome Alto/Sheryl Nome
Fandom: Macross Frontier
Theme: # 10, #10
Disclaimer: I do not own Macross Frontier or anything related to the Macross franchise.
Notes: This is my tenth entry for 30_kisses.
Skimming fingertips on printed contours.
Indifferently, his hands glide on the smooth print, her face looking up to him, blue eyes and all, with a smile that could surely enthrall-but not to him. He watches in silence as his hands fold the poster, little by little, distorting the image of the smiling fairy.
-
-
Tenderly, his hands glide on sheer fabric.
He hooks a finger on one of her straps, pulls it down and cups her bare shoulder with his palm. Her face looks up to him with sensual pleasure, blue eyes asking for more and lips parted in offering for him to take. Alto smiles at all this and buries his nose to the crook of her neck. He inhales her scent, so intoxicating and sweet. As Alto listens to the sounds of her gasping breaths, he revels in the feel of her satin skin.
He closes his eyes and remembers that moment on the rooftop.
Skimming fingertips on printed contours...
“It’s funny how you used to be paper for my planes…”
“What?”
He laughs and tells her it is nothing.
Owari.