“Change of Position“ by theladyx
Lady X: MILD LIME AHEAD, PEOPLE!! LIME WAAARNIIIINNG!!! >D
How this fic is born:
Lady X: *gives Millie a link which shows Gokudera in bandages (the outfit he wore when he fought Bel), in a standing position*
Lady X: NOW TAKE OFF THOSE BANDAGES, HAYATO! >D
Millie: well, I have seen hayato in a smexier position with that outfit
Millie: wait that sounds kinda weird
Lady X: yup, the one where he lies on the floor right? >D
Millie: yep
Lady X: I wanna see Kyouya with his yukata not worn properly and lying on the floor!! >D
Millie: >///////< me too!!!!!!!
Lady X: fufufufufufufufufufu~
Lady X: OH SHIT
Lady X: NOW I FEEL THE URGE TO TURN THAT INTO A FIC!!
Millie: YYYYEEEEAAAAAAAH!!!
Lady X: >D *swooshes and write*
*clears throat* Ahem. Now, I don’t own KHR! but I do own my mad, mad mind (and world) and my plot. Steal and burn in hell =3. Now on with this fic!
Recommended theme song: None. :3 But if you wanna listen to something, feel free to do so! >D (I’m currently listening to “A Day in the Life” by the Beatles… =P)
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Change of Position
He’s still the seme, though
Tonight is a good night. The silver moon shone brightly, creating a mystical, yet eerily calm and soothing atmosphere. The stars twinkle merrily, glittering as if liquid platinum. And looming richly above you was the Prussian, velvety sky where the stars and moon hung on. You smiled, inhaling the crisp, cool night air as you looked up at the dark sky.
Surely, it is a bit cold—it is spring after all—but you do not mind. Not when the sky is only dotted with a few clouds and the air this nice. The stars are so bright, and you just cannot resist the temptation to go out to the porch and enjoy the view.
A breeze blew on your cheeks, whispering as it caresses every tresses of your hair, and the sakura petals was scattered all over the air. The gentle, faint scent of the pink flowers was floating in between the layers of air.
You inhaled deeply, relishing the cool air of night and the sweet fragrance of the sakura at the same time. Smiling contentedly, you continued your peaceful stroll. On your way, you met Bianchi, Haru and Kyoko, and you resumed your stroll with them, chatting merrily.
However, your supposedly peaceful, happy walk takes turn for a... less innocent one. It was when you were passing the rows of traditional Japanese rice paper doors when a hand shoot out of one of the doors and grabbed your arm.
You yelped loudly when that arm pulled you into the room behind the door... You could see Bianchi’s eyebrows raised, and Kyoko and Haru’s surprised faces right before the other hand of your “kidnapper” slid the door closed...
You were about to turn around and get a good look at your kidnapper, but—you should really blame your parents for giving you the “clumsy” genes—all thanks to your feet, you tripped over practically nothing and accidentally pushed your kidnapper down onto the tatami mat and—
“AAAAH!”
—ended up landing on top of the “kidnapper”, your face buried in a perfectly toned chest of a man. You moaned lightly out of slight pain, your fingers unconsciously grasping a very familiar yukata.
Wincing lightly, you detached yourself from the man. A familiar, oh-so-familiar chuckled was emitted by that man, and you looked down. Your orbs met familiar teal-gray ones, and you gasped out of utter fear. Under you—oh dear God, may your being be saved from all evil—was the one and only Hibari Kyouya. His appearance was disheveled, his yukata in a mess, and his hair splayed lightly on the tatami straw floor.
“Hee? Eh? Ah? E-eeeh?!” You stuttered and panicked, and yet you did not make any attempt to move away.
A smirk—one that did not give you any good impressions—made its way to his lips, and you gulped, a shudder silently creeping up your spines. “What are you doing, herbivore?” In a smooth, yet dangerous voice, he silently let his words out.
“E-eh… B-but, Kyouya-san… a-aren’t you the one who pulled me inside here?” Groggily, you muttered, stumbling along your words.
This time, he let out a chuckle—this chuckle, either, did not give you any good feelings, and yet, you kept quiet. “Hn… Yes. But, what I mean is… what are you doing on top of me?”
With that, a bright red blush dusted off your cheeks, and you stuttered again, finding an excuse. However, before you could come across a good one, Hibari decided, “Hn. Well, positions shouldn’t matter, I guess?” A hand of his lifted up, and he traced his fingers in a feather-like manner—its journey started from your cheek, to your neck, your throat, your collarbone… and finally, his cold fingers halted on your cleavage, causing you to squeak.
Oblivious to you, your yukata, too, was in a mess due to the trip. You were about to protest when Hibari had taken hold of your wrist in one of his hands, while the other one surged for your yukata and pulled you down to crush his lips upon yours. His tongue slid out, grazing over your lips—and you squeaked again, only to have it swallowed in the kiss. The said appendage soon enough invaded your mouth.
After what almost seems like an eternity, he broke the kiss, and smirk. “A change of position wouldn’t be so bad.”
That night, it was not so tranquil after all. But, hey, at least Kusakabe had tried his best so that no one did listen to anything that happened in the room you were in that night.
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Lady X: DONE! WHOOHOO!!! AFTER A LONG TIME! DONE!! [/capsrape] Eh. I need to tell Millie. I NEED TO. >D Now, reviews, anyone? Comments, maybe? :3
