Nike Crawford-Marine (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nottheshoe) wrote2012-01-16 10:43 am
nottheshoe) wrote2012-01-16 10:43 am
FLUFFY THINGS.
WARNINGS: NONE TOOTHEACHE MAYBE
Warm arms encased her as she lay in bed quietly, the light from the elaborately fancy lamp lit up her bedroom; it illuminated Shinji’s eyes, which sleepily looked out at nothing. She smiled and curled her fingers into his back and pressed her face into his chest.
He hummed, sending rumbles through her body, it was an unsaid question, ‘Why are you acting so snuggly tonight?’
She did not have an answer, at least not a good one. She just shook her head against him and laced one of her legs through his. He stiffened at first, the contact obviously a surprise, but eventually, slowly, he relaxed. She idly wondered whether he was just used to her invading his space, or too tired to put up a fight. She guessed some mixture of both.
It had been a tiring day after all. Meetings back to back, public appearances, and to top it all off Yoshie had needed help on her homework. Yes, Shinji was definitely tired, and Nike had to admit, she kind of liked him like this. He had been so tired that he fell out on top of her bed as she changed in her bathroom, and didn’t have the energy to move as she curled up next to him. He was completely relaxed, breathing soft and even—something she hadn’t seen from him before. Her eyes soaked in every detail, almost not daring to say a word for fear of driving him away.
Then he surprised her. A soft sigh passed his lips and one of his hands travelled upwards, curling into her hair. She bit down on her lip to hold back any sound she wanted to make, her heart practically jumped in her ribcage. She restrained herself though, and limited her actions to burying her head further into the junction of his shoulder and neck. She loved being close to her boys, whether it was Shinji or Marc, she didn’t care. Either way she felt elated each and every time.
As the quiet settled over them, she dared speak, “Shinji?”
His body, more than his voice, reacted. A slight stretch and an incline of his head followed by a “Hmmm?” was the only signs he was listening. From anyone else it would have been infuriating; from Shinji she knew it meant that his complete attention was on her.
“What was your family like?” Her question was murmured against his skin. He didn’t tense up like she thought he would, rather she could feel him shift slightly, the hand not in her hair ran up and down her back idly.
“I thought I told you about them already.” Somehow he managed to say it all in one sigh.
She pushed her face further into his throat, trying to hide her slight embarrassment. She wasn’t sure why, but somehow asking about his family felt so intrusive, more than being completely wrapped up with him physically on this bed. “Mmm, yeah, but I wanna know more.”
He chuckled softly above her and then she could swear she felt him nuzzle into her hair. Her breath caught in her throat and she didn’t dare move. It felt as if they were under some sort of enchantment or spell—one which she wasn’t sure how to repeat.
“Please?” Her voice came out somewhere between pleading and a whine, and she was over taken by the overwhelming need and desire to touch him; even more than she was already. Instead her hands just spread across his back and draw him ever closer to her.
“I don’t think there’s that much to say.” His words were long, drawled, a bit unthought out. Nike smiled and wondered vaguely If he’d start speaking in Japanese if he became tired enough.
“Tell me anyway.” She pressed her lips into his skin, enjoying the dull feel of his pulse against her sensitive flesh.
This time, he didn’t move or even flinch. She had to wonder what it meant.
“Okaa-san spoiled me."
Nike tilted her head up, eyes curious, “Okaa-san?”
“Means mother,” He managed to murmur softly, hands curling a bit. “She knew my Onii-san was my father’s favorite. So she always spent a lot of time with me.”
“Onii-san means older brother right?”
He nodded against her hair.
Nike thought about this for a bit, ruminating on the situation. She had been the exact opposite. She had had a doting father who had spared no expense on her, though her mother had seemed a bit apathetic to the idea of her own children in general.
She pursed her lips and wriggled against him a bit, feeling his hands and head relaxing, “Shinji. No falling asleep.”
He groans quietly, clearly not enjoying the sudden movement, “Thought we were done.”
“Not until I say so.”
She could feel the smile spreading slowly across his face. “That’s how it is, hmmm?”
She had to smile along with him, “Yup, you’re my bodyguard. Y’gotta do what I say.”
He just hummed quietly, she liked that sound. Softer than his usual grunting reply, almost musical. She remembered back when they all sang together in the middle of Tokyo, she had to wonder if he had gotten music lessons… Though she was sure that he couldn’t answer any questions in this state.
Instead of speaking anymore she adjusts herself, abruptly, so she can lay more level with him. He doesn’t question it, his eyes remain closed, he really is ready to fall asleep. She takes advantage of the moment, hand reaching out and touching his hair.
He flinches slightly, eyes opening barely, something of a confused, “Nnnn?” leaves his lips.
“Calm your horses, I’m just touchin’.” Nike flicks a strand of hair from his face.
Shinji seems satisfied with this answer, letting his eyes slide close again.
She smiles, fingers smooth over hair, then his brow, then all along his face. She had never looked at Shinji like this before, Marc had always been under constant inspection, especially when she was younger. Shinji, however, there had always been a barrier, a distance. Right now, she felt free to dance along that line, perhaps cross it for good. She comes down along his cheekbones to nose and then arrives at his lips. She presses her own together before she runs a thumb along them.
The way his face scrunches up was priceless in her opinion.
“What’re you doin’?” His voice was laced with sleepiness and she barely resisted the urge to laugh.
“Your lips are really soft.”
His eyebrows raise and an eye cracks open, “Wasn’t my question.”
She smiles up at him brightly. “I know.”
He just groans, and closes his eyes again. “Maybe y’should go to sleep.”
She sticks her tongue out at his unaware face and continues her idle inspection of his features. Hands run along his jawline, his hairline—where the roots of his very black hair were beginning to peek out from the dyed red -- , to the lines of this throat, but her eyes kept on tracing back to his lips. A thought struck her, one she had perhaps never given much time. So brings her hands up to his face, and gently leans forward, pressing her lips to his.
It was done without intention on her part, just another curiosity, another thought which hit her and she had the opportunity to do it. She feels him kiss back, perhaps out of habit, for the barest of moments – he really must be tired – and then she pulls away, not wanting to press her luck.
“G’night, Shinji.” She points her finger at the lights, turning them off.
Warm arms encased her as she lay in bed quietly, the light from the elaborately fancy lamp lit up her bedroom; it illuminated Shinji’s eyes, which sleepily looked out at nothing. She smiled and curled her fingers into his back and pressed her face into his chest.
He hummed, sending rumbles through her body, it was an unsaid question, ‘Why are you acting so snuggly tonight?’
She did not have an answer, at least not a good one. She just shook her head against him and laced one of her legs through his. He stiffened at first, the contact obviously a surprise, but eventually, slowly, he relaxed. She idly wondered whether he was just used to her invading his space, or too tired to put up a fight. She guessed some mixture of both.
It had been a tiring day after all. Meetings back to back, public appearances, and to top it all off Yoshie had needed help on her homework. Yes, Shinji was definitely tired, and Nike had to admit, she kind of liked him like this. He had been so tired that he fell out on top of her bed as she changed in her bathroom, and didn’t have the energy to move as she curled up next to him. He was completely relaxed, breathing soft and even—something she hadn’t seen from him before. Her eyes soaked in every detail, almost not daring to say a word for fear of driving him away.
Then he surprised her. A soft sigh passed his lips and one of his hands travelled upwards, curling into her hair. She bit down on her lip to hold back any sound she wanted to make, her heart practically jumped in her ribcage. She restrained herself though, and limited her actions to burying her head further into the junction of his shoulder and neck. She loved being close to her boys, whether it was Shinji or Marc, she didn’t care. Either way she felt elated each and every time.
As the quiet settled over them, she dared speak, “Shinji?”
His body, more than his voice, reacted. A slight stretch and an incline of his head followed by a “Hmmm?” was the only signs he was listening. From anyone else it would have been infuriating; from Shinji she knew it meant that his complete attention was on her.
“What was your family like?” Her question was murmured against his skin. He didn’t tense up like she thought he would, rather she could feel him shift slightly, the hand not in her hair ran up and down her back idly.
“I thought I told you about them already.” Somehow he managed to say it all in one sigh.
She pushed her face further into his throat, trying to hide her slight embarrassment. She wasn’t sure why, but somehow asking about his family felt so intrusive, more than being completely wrapped up with him physically on this bed. “Mmm, yeah, but I wanna know more.”
He chuckled softly above her and then she could swear she felt him nuzzle into her hair. Her breath caught in her throat and she didn’t dare move. It felt as if they were under some sort of enchantment or spell—one which she wasn’t sure how to repeat.
“Please?” Her voice came out somewhere between pleading and a whine, and she was over taken by the overwhelming need and desire to touch him; even more than she was already. Instead her hands just spread across his back and draw him ever closer to her.
“I don’t think there’s that much to say.” His words were long, drawled, a bit unthought out. Nike smiled and wondered vaguely If he’d start speaking in Japanese if he became tired enough.
“Tell me anyway.” She pressed her lips into his skin, enjoying the dull feel of his pulse against her sensitive flesh.
This time, he didn’t move or even flinch. She had to wonder what it meant.
“Okaa-san spoiled me."
Nike tilted her head up, eyes curious, “Okaa-san?”
“Means mother,” He managed to murmur softly, hands curling a bit. “She knew my Onii-san was my father’s favorite. So she always spent a lot of time with me.”
“Onii-san means older brother right?”
He nodded against her hair.
Nike thought about this for a bit, ruminating on the situation. She had been the exact opposite. She had had a doting father who had spared no expense on her, though her mother had seemed a bit apathetic to the idea of her own children in general.
She pursed her lips and wriggled against him a bit, feeling his hands and head relaxing, “Shinji. No falling asleep.”
He groans quietly, clearly not enjoying the sudden movement, “Thought we were done.”
“Not until I say so.”
She could feel the smile spreading slowly across his face. “That’s how it is, hmmm?”
She had to smile along with him, “Yup, you’re my bodyguard. Y’gotta do what I say.”
He just hummed quietly, she liked that sound. Softer than his usual grunting reply, almost musical. She remembered back when they all sang together in the middle of Tokyo, she had to wonder if he had gotten music lessons… Though she was sure that he couldn’t answer any questions in this state.
Instead of speaking anymore she adjusts herself, abruptly, so she can lay more level with him. He doesn’t question it, his eyes remain closed, he really is ready to fall asleep. She takes advantage of the moment, hand reaching out and touching his hair.
He flinches slightly, eyes opening barely, something of a confused, “Nnnn?” leaves his lips.
“Calm your horses, I’m just touchin’.” Nike flicks a strand of hair from his face.
Shinji seems satisfied with this answer, letting his eyes slide close again.
She smiles, fingers smooth over hair, then his brow, then all along his face. She had never looked at Shinji like this before, Marc had always been under constant inspection, especially when she was younger. Shinji, however, there had always been a barrier, a distance. Right now, she felt free to dance along that line, perhaps cross it for good. She comes down along his cheekbones to nose and then arrives at his lips. She presses her own together before she runs a thumb along them.
The way his face scrunches up was priceless in her opinion.
“What’re you doin’?” His voice was laced with sleepiness and she barely resisted the urge to laugh.
“Your lips are really soft.”
His eyebrows raise and an eye cracks open, “Wasn’t my question.”
She smiles up at him brightly. “I know.”
He just groans, and closes his eyes again. “Maybe y’should go to sleep.”
She sticks her tongue out at his unaware face and continues her idle inspection of his features. Hands run along his jawline, his hairline—where the roots of his very black hair were beginning to peek out from the dyed red -- , to the lines of this throat, but her eyes kept on tracing back to his lips. A thought struck her, one she had perhaps never given much time. So brings her hands up to his face, and gently leans forward, pressing her lips to his.
It was done without intention on her part, just another curiosity, another thought which hit her and she had the opportunity to do it. She feels him kiss back, perhaps out of habit, for the barest of moments – he really must be tired – and then she pulls away, not wanting to press her luck.
“G’night, Shinji.” She points her finger at the lights, turning them off.