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rainbowfic2025-05-21 11:58 am
verylongfarewell) wrote in rainbowfic2025-05-21 11:58 am
jasper #23; calcite #12 | two people; adazakura
Name: Two People
Story: Adazakura
Colors: Jasper, calcite
Supplies and Styles: Silhouette, vaudeville
Word Count: ~450
Rating: T
Warnings: Innuendo and implied sex.
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TWO PEOPLE
She is in the middle of rolling out her sleeping mat when he hurries over to her, more or less wrestling the thing from her hands and sidestepping her to roll it out himself, on a stretch of earth that looks even drier, even firmer. Oh, but she wanted the plot next to the flowers – to wake up to the sight of lilies would be a lovely treat, maybe she would be less tempted to turn onto her other side and fall back asleep, in that case. Definitely, it would be a kinder awakening than Isamu’s way of saying her name, yes, just that. Natsu-sama. Natsu-sama. Curtly. Implied, wake up.
“Do you not think I can make my own bed?” she asks, pouting playfully. He starts arranging the duvet, the pillow, sending her a sidelong glance while the bed is left in a pristine shape that she could never have duplicated – it could as well have been made in her father’s house back in Kyoto than out here, in the northern wildernesses.
“I don’t think you should have to, Natsu-sama,” he responds. Across the fields in which they have made camp tonight, the sunset is dying everything a reddish metallic shade. Tomorrow, as they prepare to continue onwards on their way out of Edo, it will be gold hues instead. “Making beds is beneath you as long as I am here.”
“Yet, lying in it is beneath neither of us,” she comments, innocently.
His expression tightens noticeably and there’s a moment where the line of his lips loosens, as if he’s on the verge of speaking, but before long it tightens once more, no words emerging. She starts undoing her skirt hakama, then shrugs out of her yukata, worn inside, baring her back to him in stages. It’s mid-summer, the temperatures at night aren’t merciless, they’ll forgive a little nakedness.
“Sleep is beneath no one,” he eventually says, having not moved closer, nor away.
“And what about other things?” Her voice is light.
Isamu draws a long breath and walks over to gather his own mat, his duvet and his pillow, moving it over next to hers. His hands work in silence, and he keeps his back on her, she knows, she looks, as he starts undressing. Seeing as there is a tint of irony to his voice when he replies, she promptly forgives him for everything that he is implying.
“I am your humble servant and beneath you in all other things but that.”
“Who says you’ll be above me tonight?” she laughs and slaps his shoulder with her sandal, before unceremoniously dragging him with her down onto the arrangement they’ve made, two mats, two duvets, two pillows.
Two people.
Story: Adazakura
Colors: Jasper, calcite
Supplies and Styles: Silhouette, vaudeville
Word Count: ~450
Rating: T
Warnings: Innuendo and implied sex.
____________________
She is in the middle of rolling out her sleeping mat when he hurries over to her, more or less wrestling the thing from her hands and sidestepping her to roll it out himself, on a stretch of earth that looks even drier, even firmer. Oh, but she wanted the plot next to the flowers – to wake up to the sight of lilies would be a lovely treat, maybe she would be less tempted to turn onto her other side and fall back asleep, in that case. Definitely, it would be a kinder awakening than Isamu’s way of saying her name, yes, just that. Natsu-sama. Natsu-sama. Curtly. Implied, wake up.
“Do you not think I can make my own bed?” she asks, pouting playfully. He starts arranging the duvet, the pillow, sending her a sidelong glance while the bed is left in a pristine shape that she could never have duplicated – it could as well have been made in her father’s house back in Kyoto than out here, in the northern wildernesses.
“I don’t think you should have to, Natsu-sama,” he responds. Across the fields in which they have made camp tonight, the sunset is dying everything a reddish metallic shade. Tomorrow, as they prepare to continue onwards on their way out of Edo, it will be gold hues instead. “Making beds is beneath you as long as I am here.”
“Yet, lying in it is beneath neither of us,” she comments, innocently.
His expression tightens noticeably and there’s a moment where the line of his lips loosens, as if he’s on the verge of speaking, but before long it tightens once more, no words emerging. She starts undoing her skirt hakama, then shrugs out of her yukata, worn inside, baring her back to him in stages. It’s mid-summer, the temperatures at night aren’t merciless, they’ll forgive a little nakedness.
“Sleep is beneath no one,” he eventually says, having not moved closer, nor away.
“And what about other things?” Her voice is light.
Isamu draws a long breath and walks over to gather his own mat, his duvet and his pillow, moving it over next to hers. His hands work in silence, and he keeps his back on her, she knows, she looks, as he starts undressing. Seeing as there is a tint of irony to his voice when he replies, she promptly forgives him for everything that he is implying.
“I am your humble servant and beneath you in all other things but that.”
“Who says you’ll be above me tonight?” she laughs and slaps his shoulder with her sandal, before unceremoniously dragging him with her down onto the arrangement they’ve made, two mats, two duvets, two pillows.
Two people.