He had wanted a blank white world, but somewhere along the way he painted her with a riot of colors – her sweat-darkened hair an autumn blaze, the blood pooling at her nape a necklace of garnets, the heat of her cheeks spreading like a sunset.
It should be garish, revolting, but he can’t look away. Her thighs ripple and strain as she rides him, and a flush has turned her heaving breasts rosy pink. The color is so unreal in the monotony of the void that he reaches for them unthinking, glossy black fingers digging furrows into pale, yielding flesh. She clenches around him, her cunt tightening on his cock and one hand fisting in his hair. Her other hand wraps over his a moment later, pressing it tighter in time the rise and fall of her hips, and the hand at his nape presses his mouth over her free nipple. He is gentle for a moment, his lips as light as wings, but the fingers knot in his hair and she groans hoarsely, urging him on, and he sucks greedily, teeth scraping over soft flesh and tasting salt. Pressed this close against her, the mundane odors of Pan Human History – the lingering odors of metal, of detergent, of soap – blend with the smell of Ritsuka nearing completion, of sweat and slick thighs.
Even in a dream, she draws him into her sense by sense, blocking out the monotony of the abyss. It would be a lie to say he hated it.
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She curls against him afterward, still blazing like a sun – no, if he were going to be honest, and he isn’t, like a star. Her lashes flutter against his skin as she tries to keep her eyes open, but they both know she can’t stay like this forever. She will sleep here and wake there, and he will be alone with the abyss.
Her fingers lace with his again, and she props her chin blearily on his chest to look up at him. “Only a little longer,” she says. “I’ll find a way to bring you out for good.”
Only one of them is a liar. If she says it, well.
His fingers clasp over hers, and he gives her a kiss good night.
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At some point he’s going to do something about the French guy who keeps peeping, though.