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Title: Gaaaaah
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses, Arianhrod, Takashi Tierney (her husband and Aodh’s father, a nine-tailed kitsune)
Prompt: 040 “Sight”
Word Count: 355
Rating: PG for nekkid people in bed together
Notes: About a hundred and fifty years before the start of the first war, as the Sabaeys mark time.
“You smell different today,” he muttered, nosing in underneath her sleep-messy braid to snuff at the skin of her neck.
“ . . Must you be annoying before either of us are awake?” She tried to redirect his nose out of a ticklish spot where her neck joined her shoulder. “I didn’t shower last night.”
He nosed in deeper, then licked her thoughtfully. “Nnh, tha’s not it—‘s trillsrrchs . . something else.”
She squirmed, and he chuckled into her hair, running a long fingered hand lightly over her skin to her hip, warping the rhythm of the squirm.
“Bloody fox,” she muttered, then deliberately undulated against him, using his momentary distraction to turn from her side to her back. He wound up half-draped over her, nibbling at her neck and laughing, but she could see him.
Well, most of him. He was hiding under her braid again, the red of his hair more lava-like than the fiery curl of hers. She scrunched her nose at him, then flicked her braid up and away over the pillows by twisting the pinky of her free hand in deliberate gesture.
He responded by tracing glyphs into the skin of her abdomen with the backs of his fingernails, yellow eyes crinkled up in silent laughter. “Good morrow,” he said cheerfully.
“Good morrow, brat,” she echoed, looking down at his hand against her skin. Looked in.
She froze.
“Mmmchr?” He blinked, then peered with her at her stomach and his hand. “Did one scratch you?”
“Gaaaaah.”
“ . . Gaah?”
“Gaaaaaah.”
“ . . . Arianhrod, did this one fry your brain?”
She started laughing. “Well, you helped.”
He blinked at her, suspiciously curious. “Oh?”
She pointed with the hand not pinned between their bodies at where his hand rested on her abdomen. “That’d be why I smell different this morning.”
“ . . . . . . Oh. . . This is going to be interesting.”
“If this kid comes out with three tails already I’m taking you down to six, just to warn you.”
He nuzzled her neck again, “I’d expect nothing less, lady mine.”
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses, Arianhrod, Takashi Tierney (her husband and Aodh’s father, a nine-tailed kitsune)
Prompt: 040 “Sight”
Word Count: 355
Rating: PG for nekkid people in bed together
Notes: About a hundred and fifty years before the start of the first war, as the Sabaeys mark time.
“You smell different today,” he muttered, nosing in underneath her sleep-messy braid to snuff at the skin of her neck.
“ . . Must you be annoying before either of us are awake?” She tried to redirect his nose out of a ticklish spot where her neck joined her shoulder. “I didn’t shower last night.”
He nosed in deeper, then licked her thoughtfully. “Nnh, tha’s not it—‘s trillsrrchs . . something else.”
She squirmed, and he chuckled into her hair, running a long fingered hand lightly over her skin to her hip, warping the rhythm of the squirm.
“Bloody fox,” she muttered, then deliberately undulated against him, using his momentary distraction to turn from her side to her back. He wound up half-draped over her, nibbling at her neck and laughing, but she could see him.
Well, most of him. He was hiding under her braid again, the red of his hair more lava-like than the fiery curl of hers. She scrunched her nose at him, then flicked her braid up and away over the pillows by twisting the pinky of her free hand in deliberate gesture.
He responded by tracing glyphs into the skin of her abdomen with the backs of his fingernails, yellow eyes crinkled up in silent laughter. “Good morrow,” he said cheerfully.
“Good morrow, brat,” she echoed, looking down at his hand against her skin. Looked in.
She froze.
“Mmmchr?” He blinked, then peered with her at her stomach and his hand. “Did one scratch you?”
“Gaaaaah.”
“ . . Gaah?”
“Gaaaaaah.”
“ . . . Arianhrod, did this one fry your brain?”
She started laughing. “Well, you helped.”
He blinked at her, suspiciously curious. “Oh?”
She pointed with the hand not pinned between their bodies at where his hand rested on her abdomen. “That’d be why I smell different this morning.”
“ . . . . . . Oh. . . This is going to be interesting.”
“If this kid comes out with three tails already I’m taking you down to six, just to warn you.”
He nuzzled her neck again, “I’d expect nothing less, lady mine.”
