[Short Fic]
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anzilaTitle: First Meeting
Characters: Sanae Hanekoma/Yuuko Ichihara
Fandom: The World Ends With You, XXXholic
Disclaimer: Implied adult situations
Spoilers: Huge post TWEWY spoilers, not so much for XXXholic
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I finally got some inspiration to write for the first time in months and produced this. For some reason I can't get this pairing out of my head. Oh, and real life friends who read my journal, this probably won't make sense if you haven't read these characters source materials, so you can just pass it over if you want. I just had no where else to post this.
They had met in a land of perpetual thunderstorms. Both had come for their own reasons, yet when they met there was a connection. Not the intimate connection of soulmates, or the all consuming passion of love at first sight, but rather the bond that forms between two people who know a life that few lead or could ever understand. Whatever else it was, it had felt right.
And involved a criminal amount of sake.
With a contended sigh, Sanae Hanekoma leaned back into the pillows propped up against the headboard, glowing from satisfaction. Not literally of course, he’d learned how to stop doing that centuries ago, but the sentiment remained the same. Looking down with a playful grin, he allowed his fingers to trace their way up the smooth, pale back of the woman sprawled across his lap.
He had to admit, in the candlelight of the hotel, with the sound of pounding rain and distant thunder filling the silence, Yuuko looked very appealing stretched out over the bed, her curvy body covered in only her long dark hair and a thin blanket tossed over her hips. The dimensional witch shifted under his touch, and resting her head on her arms gave him a lazy smirk of her own.
Hanekoma had to admit that in his very long life, Yuuko was quite possibly one of the most alluring women he had ever encountered. He was certain that by human standards there had been others more beautiful than her, but for an Angel it was different. When he looked at someone, he saw past the physical to who they really were, who they had been, and who they might become. Possibility and truth mixed together in a multifaceted portrait of self, one so complex even someone like him could never hope to understand it all.
What he saw in Yuuko was someone who had seen and done things few could comprehend, and through it all, beneath her laziness, cynicism, and amorality, still retained at her core a faith in people and their ability to do good in the world. For a man like Hanekoma, who had seen entire civilizations rise and fall, such faith was very appealing.
Many were surprised someone of Hanekoma’s age was still willing to reach out and try to understand others. To them the inevitable pain of losing loved ones again and again seemed like something that should be too great to bear. Yet, for Hanekoma at least, loss was just a part of truly knowing someone. You found new facets of a person’s world with every moment you spent with them, and death was just another part of that process. His personal philosophy had always been to live in each moment, taking all the joy you could from it rather than being paralyzed by the inevitable. It was a way of life he had yet to regret.
Cool slender fingers playing over his stomach brought Hanekoma out of his musing. Looking back at Yuuko he let his hand play down her back and dip under the sheet.
“You’re still awake,” he observed.
Yuuko stretched and arched her back before settling down like a contented cat, her voice musical and playful as she spoke. “If I sleep, then I won’t be awake to enjoy feeling so relaxed.”
“Very true.”
Shifting Yuuko propped her chin up with one hand and tapped out a little pattern on Hanekoma’s skin. “This is the part where we’re supposed to ask each other what we are thinking, I believe.”
“Oh really? Well far be it from me to break tradition.” Grinning down and running his hand through the witch’s hair Hanekoma took a moment to think before continuing. “Now, it has been a long time, but I think humans still ask, ‘was it good for you too,’ correct?”
Laughing Yuuko rolled over, the thin sheet doing little to hide her curves. “Why I do recall reading something like that recently. Well, based off the oh so limited experience of this innocent young woman, I must say I’m quite impressed.” She gave him a curious look for a second, though her lazy smile never faded. “Though, I can’t help but feel like you were holding out on me…”
Her unspoken question drew a laugh from Hanekoma. “I’m afraid you caught me. It’s a result of my arrogance, unfortunately. I like to prove what I can do within the limits of this body, before I give someone my full attention.”
Looking up with a rather intrigued expression, Yuuko nibbled on her lip thoughtfully before replying, “Well, that is a rather arrogant claim. I wonder if I shouldn’t test it before I let you ravage me further?”
“I suppose it would only be fair,” he mused, before shifting them both so she was lying in his lap. Looking down into Yuuko’s eyes, Hanekoma reached down to gently caress her. Before, he had lowered his vibe to almost human levels, limiting himself to the purely physical world. This time, however, he let himself go, to once again open his senses to every aspect of the universe around them. When he touched her his angelic spirit flowed into her and caressed every aspect of her being; her body, her heart, her soul. For just a moment both their spirits became intertwined and flowed between them, their vibes singing in harmony.
Finally, after an eternal moment he pulled back and lowered his vibe once more, staring at Yuuko with a curious look. Yuuko stared back at him, panting softly as desire sparked in her eyes, her skin gleaming with sweat and her hardened nipples poking out under the sheet. After a second her lips curved up into a wicked smile, and she slowly slid her hand up his arm. “Naughty naughty Sanae, holding out on me like that. Now I’m never going to get any sleep.”
Hanekoma would have replied, but found himself being pulled down by surprisingly powerful arms and supple lips and suddenly he had much more important things to focus on…
Characters: Sanae Hanekoma/Yuuko Ichihara
Fandom: The World Ends With You, XXXholic
Disclaimer: Implied adult situations
Spoilers: Huge post TWEWY spoilers, not so much for XXXholic
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I finally got some inspiration to write for the first time in months and produced this. For some reason I can't get this pairing out of my head. Oh, and real life friends who read my journal, this probably won't make sense if you haven't read these characters source materials, so you can just pass it over if you want. I just had no where else to post this.
They had met in a land of perpetual thunderstorms. Both had come for their own reasons, yet when they met there was a connection. Not the intimate connection of soulmates, or the all consuming passion of love at first sight, but rather the bond that forms between two people who know a life that few lead or could ever understand. Whatever else it was, it had felt right.
And involved a criminal amount of sake.
With a contended sigh, Sanae Hanekoma leaned back into the pillows propped up against the headboard, glowing from satisfaction. Not literally of course, he’d learned how to stop doing that centuries ago, but the sentiment remained the same. Looking down with a playful grin, he allowed his fingers to trace their way up the smooth, pale back of the woman sprawled across his lap.
He had to admit, in the candlelight of the hotel, with the sound of pounding rain and distant thunder filling the silence, Yuuko looked very appealing stretched out over the bed, her curvy body covered in only her long dark hair and a thin blanket tossed over her hips. The dimensional witch shifted under his touch, and resting her head on her arms gave him a lazy smirk of her own.
Hanekoma had to admit that in his very long life, Yuuko was quite possibly one of the most alluring women he had ever encountered. He was certain that by human standards there had been others more beautiful than her, but for an Angel it was different. When he looked at someone, he saw past the physical to who they really were, who they had been, and who they might become. Possibility and truth mixed together in a multifaceted portrait of self, one so complex even someone like him could never hope to understand it all.
What he saw in Yuuko was someone who had seen and done things few could comprehend, and through it all, beneath her laziness, cynicism, and amorality, still retained at her core a faith in people and their ability to do good in the world. For a man like Hanekoma, who had seen entire civilizations rise and fall, such faith was very appealing.
Many were surprised someone of Hanekoma’s age was still willing to reach out and try to understand others. To them the inevitable pain of losing loved ones again and again seemed like something that should be too great to bear. Yet, for Hanekoma at least, loss was just a part of truly knowing someone. You found new facets of a person’s world with every moment you spent with them, and death was just another part of that process. His personal philosophy had always been to live in each moment, taking all the joy you could from it rather than being paralyzed by the inevitable. It was a way of life he had yet to regret.
Cool slender fingers playing over his stomach brought Hanekoma out of his musing. Looking back at Yuuko he let his hand play down her back and dip under the sheet.
“You’re still awake,” he observed.
Yuuko stretched and arched her back before settling down like a contented cat, her voice musical and playful as she spoke. “If I sleep, then I won’t be awake to enjoy feeling so relaxed.”
“Very true.”
Shifting Yuuko propped her chin up with one hand and tapped out a little pattern on Hanekoma’s skin. “This is the part where we’re supposed to ask each other what we are thinking, I believe.”
“Oh really? Well far be it from me to break tradition.” Grinning down and running his hand through the witch’s hair Hanekoma took a moment to think before continuing. “Now, it has been a long time, but I think humans still ask, ‘was it good for you too,’ correct?”
Laughing Yuuko rolled over, the thin sheet doing little to hide her curves. “Why I do recall reading something like that recently. Well, based off the oh so limited experience of this innocent young woman, I must say I’m quite impressed.” She gave him a curious look for a second, though her lazy smile never faded. “Though, I can’t help but feel like you were holding out on me…”
Her unspoken question drew a laugh from Hanekoma. “I’m afraid you caught me. It’s a result of my arrogance, unfortunately. I like to prove what I can do within the limits of this body, before I give someone my full attention.”
Looking up with a rather intrigued expression, Yuuko nibbled on her lip thoughtfully before replying, “Well, that is a rather arrogant claim. I wonder if I shouldn’t test it before I let you ravage me further?”
“I suppose it would only be fair,” he mused, before shifting them both so she was lying in his lap. Looking down into Yuuko’s eyes, Hanekoma reached down to gently caress her. Before, he had lowered his vibe to almost human levels, limiting himself to the purely physical world. This time, however, he let himself go, to once again open his senses to every aspect of the universe around them. When he touched her his angelic spirit flowed into her and caressed every aspect of her being; her body, her heart, her soul. For just a moment both their spirits became intertwined and flowed between them, their vibes singing in harmony.
Finally, after an eternal moment he pulled back and lowered his vibe once more, staring at Yuuko with a curious look. Yuuko stared back at him, panting softly as desire sparked in her eyes, her skin gleaming with sweat and her hardened nipples poking out under the sheet. After a second her lips curved up into a wicked smile, and she slowly slid her hand up his arm. “Naughty naughty Sanae, holding out on me like that. Now I’m never going to get any sleep.”
Hanekoma would have replied, but found himself being pulled down by surprisingly powerful arms and supple lips and suddenly he had much more important things to focus on…
